The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 25
byPicking up light at the pier
The foggy harbor on the weekend fades away from the hustle and bustle of the working day. The mist on the river surface is crushed by the morning light and sprinkles on the wooden plank road of the pier, glowing with a warm light.Lu Wanheng deliberately turned down all social activities and work, held Shen Zhiyi’s hand, carried a backpack full of painting supplies, and walked into the fireworks of the old pier in the early morning sea breeze.
This was the first time the two officially went out to sketch after their relationship was confirmed. Shen Zhiyi moved the creative scene of the “Late Night” series to the riverside pier, and wanted to lock Lu Wanheng and the sea in Wugang into the painting paper and lens.She was wearing a light blue linen shirt and white canvas shoes, with the brim of her hat held low. She held a portable drawing book in her hand. After taking a few steps, she looked back at Lu Wanheng beside her, unable to hide the joy in her eyes.
Lu Wanheng was dressed in simple casual clothes, a black sweatshirt and overalls, which made her look less cold and a little more youthful in the workplace. The painting bag on her shoulders was neatly arranged. Watercolors, paints, brushes, and drawing boards were divided into categories. She even had several pieces of soft cloth for wiping brushes, so Shen Zhiyi’s creative logistics was properly arranged.
The wind from the pier carries salty and wet vapor, ruffling their hair. The fishing boat is docked on the shore, and the fishing nets are drying on the railing. The shouts of the fishermen, the sound of the waves hitting the dam, and the chirping of seagulls are intertwined to form the most vivid background for sketching.Shen Zhiyi took a fancy to the observation deck at the end of the plank road at a glance. It has a wide view and faces the boundless sea. The mist meets the blue sky, and the water and sky are the same color. It is as beautiful as a natural oil painting.
“Let’s draw here!” She took Lu Wanheng’s hand and ran over, propped the portable drawing board on the railing, and couldn’t wait to spread out the drawing paper. “I want to draw the fishing boats on the pier, the fog on the sea, and you standing in the wind.”
Lu Wanheng smiled and helped her fix the drawing paper, adjust the paint, and handed the warm water to her hand: “I will be your exclusive model. I will match all your postures and ensure that I will not move.”
She followed Shen Zhiyi’s request and leaned sideways on the railing, looking at the sea in the distance. The sea breeze lifted the corners of her sweatshirt, and the mist lingered around her. It blended with the tenderness in her eyes, which happened to be the most suitable artistic conception of the “Late Night” series.Shen Zhiyi holds the brush and quickly draws the tip of the pen on the paper. He first determines the outline of the character, and then blends the blue of the sea, the white of the mist, and the brown of the fishing boat. The colors are superimposed layer by layer, and the scenery in front of him and his sweetheart are reproduced bit by bit on the painting paper.
Lu Wanheng stood motionless, but his eyes were always on Shen Zhiyi, watching her frown and adjust the colors, watching her write with a smile, watching the color dots on the tip of her nose without even realizing it, the tenderness in her heart surged like ocean waves.She quietly took out her mobile phone, turned it to silent mode, and took a picture of Shen Zhiyi’s profile as she concentrated on writing. The sun fell on the top of her hair and the sea breeze ruffled her hair. The picture was clean and healing, and became a new treasure in her mobile photo album.
During the break between sketching, the two walked along the pier, and every scenery became the background for the group photo.Lu Wanheng held up a Polaroid and clicked the shutter next to the fishing boat. The two of them stood side by side. The film spit out the photo and captured the moment of smiling eyes. They stood together on the embankment, with the mist on the sea as the background, and the Polaroid flash turned on to record the tenderness of their foreheads. Captured at the moment when the seagulls flew by, Shen Zhiyi stood on tiptoes and reached out, and Lu Wanheng put his arm around her waist from behind. The picture was smart and sweet.
There is a thick stack of Polaroid papers, including a close-up of Shen Zhiyi’s pen, a silhouette of Lu Wanheng looking into the distance, a back view of two people holding hands, a close-up of each other embracing, a pier stall full of fireworks, and a foggy seascape of the same color as water and sky. Each photo hides the weekend time that belongs to the two of them.Shen Zhiyi carefully put the photo into the painting book. The aroma of the photo paper intertwined with the scent of watercolor, creating the sweetest love.
Passing by a small cultural and creative shop on the pier, Shen Zhiyi took a fancy to a blank ledger with a leather cover. The cover had the pattern of waves, and the inner pages were made of thick watercolor paper, which could be used for both writing and painting.She shook the book in her hand and looked at Lu Wanheng: “Let’s make a couple’s book. Paste today’s sketches, polaroid photos, and thoughts on the beach to make it a unique souvenir.”
“Okay, it’s all up to you.” Lu Wanheng paid directly and stuffed the notebook into his bag, his eyes full of doting. “You are responsible for drawing and writing, and I am responsible for posting photos and decorations. We will finish it together.”
The afternoon mist has completely dissipated, and the sun shines on the sea, creating sparkling waves. Shen Zhiyi has completed the final sketch of the dock sketch. In the painting, Lu Wanheng is surrounded by the sea breeze of the foggy harbor, with fishing boats and the blue sea behind him. The brushwork is gentle and the colors are transparent. It is another masterpiece in the “Evening Thoughts” series.She put away her painting tools, held Lu Wanheng’s hand, sat on the beach, spread the Polaroid photos on her skirt, and began to create an exclusive couple’s book.
Lu Wanheng used scissors to round the corners of the photos, pasted them with double-sided tape, and arranged them neatly in the notebook in chronological order. Shen Zhiyi held a paintbrush and painted in the gaps between the photos, painting small fishing boats, seagulls, waves, and love hearts. He wrote the mood of the day in the blank space: “I went to the pier with Wanheng on the weekend. The sea breeze was soft and you were very gentle. A new seaside chapter was added to “Wanheng”.”
Lu Wanheng picked up the pen and added a line of small words next to the handwriting: “Sketch with you, watch the sea with you, and write every daily life with you into our story.”
Their heads were touching, their fingertips occasionally touching, and they smiled at each other. The sea breeze rolled up the sand, but it couldn’t blow away the overflowing sweetness.Shen Zhiyi cut out a sample of the sketch, pasted it on the title page of the couple’s book, and stamped it with an exclusive double seal. The red mark fell on the inside of the cover with the wave pattern, becoming the opening mark of the couple’s book.She also drew two little people at the footer, standing on the beach holding hands, with seagulls and warm sunshine above their heads. The simple lines hide the most sincere love.
At the turn of the page, there is a Polaroid of the two embracing each other on the embankment. Shen Zhiyi used colored pencils to outline a love frame and wrote: “I have seen the sea in Wugang thousands of times, but it is most beautiful when I am side by side with you.”
Lu Wanheng added: “The end of the sea is fog, and the end of me is you.”
Next to the group photo next to the fishing boat, there are paintings of mini fishing boats and fishing nets, with playful handwriting: “Today’s exclusive model, Ms. Lu Wanheng, full marks.”
Lu Wanheng replied: “Exclusive model for life, only serving the young painter Shen Zhiyi.”
The thick notebook is gradually filled up, with photos, drawings, handwriting, and graffiti intertwined. There is no exquisite typesetting, but it is full of fireworks and love.Shen Zhiyi looked through the finished product, buried her face in Lu Wanheng’s neck, and said in a soft voice: “This is a unique couple’s book in the world, and it only belongs to us.”
“Every weekend from now on, we will come to different places to sketch and take photos, filling this couple’s book, filling one book and then another, until we fill it for the rest of our lives.” Lu Wanheng hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed the fine sand on the corner of her lips, so tenderly that it was unbelievable.
As the sun sets, the sea surface of Fog Harbor is dyed orange-red, and the sunset fills the sky. Fishing boats return to the port one after another, and the lights of the pier are turned on one after another.The two packed up their painting supplies and walked back hand in hand. Shen Zhiyi was holding the couple’s book like a rare treasure, while Lu Wanheng was carrying a bag of painting supplies, protecting her on the inside of the plank road to avoid passing pedestrians.
Returning to the penthouse, the studio lights on the balcony lit up with warm light. Shen Zhiyi placed the couple’s book in the most conspicuous position on the painting table, next to the “Late Thoughts” series of paintings. Lu Wanheng walked into the kitchen to prepare seafood noodles for dinner, using fresh shrimps and clams bought from the pier to make a delicious soup base, bringing the smoke and smoke of the seaside into their warm home.
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa in the living room and read the couple’s book again. From the early morning photos on the pier, to the afternoon sketches, to the evening thoughts on the seaside, every page carried sweet memories.Lu Wanheng took out his mobile phone, took pictures of the inside pages of the couple’s book, and set it as the mobile wallpaper. The screen saver was a Polaroid of the two embracing, and the desktop was Shen Zhiyi’s sketch, hiding love in every mobile phone interface.
Shen Zhiyi leaned in her arms, holding the paintbrush, and painted the night scene of Fog Harbor on the last page of the couple’s book. The lights on the river were bright, and the two little people were cuddling on the balcony, with the sea outside the window and each other beside them.She picked up her pen and wrote the final sentence: “Use love as the pen, use the sea as the scenery, and use the rest of your life as the scroll. “Late Thoughts” will not stop, but the love will never end.”
Lu Wanheng leaned over and left a shallow lip print next to the handwriting as the most special annotation, then hugged the person in his arms tightly, his voice gentle but firm: “In the future, in every four seasons, every sea breeze, every sketch, I will accompany you to fill up the couple’s writing, finish “Late Night”, and continue our story forever.”
The lights of Fog Harbor outside the window are bright, and the waves are gently lapping against the embankment. On the easel on the balcony, the new seaside draft of “Late Night” is quietly drying. A leather-covered couple’s book is lying on the painting table, hiding the light and tenderness of the dock.Shen Zhiyi held Lu Wanheng’s hand and intertwined their fingers with hers. Her eyes were filled with starlight on the sea, and her heart was filled with peace and joy.
This weekend, there is the sea breeze and blue sea of Fog Harbor, the gentleness of sketching, the polaroids that freeze moments, the love books filled with love, and the lover who will never leave you.The “Late Night” series continues to write a new chapter at the seaside. The couple’s book carries every bit of sweetness, and their story, in the wind and light of Fog Harbor, is always gentle, always passionate, and always unfinished.
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