Chapter 316 (2/2)

Zhao rang didn't have to explain the sudden narration, but started from the details. About five minutes after the opening of the film, he explained the important things clearly.

In this movie, Zhao rang uses the light to the extreme, and loses a person's rental room. The sunlight sprinkles into the room through the window glass. The floating dust in the air, the dark and depressing feeling, are blended with Zhou Wei's slender figure. There is a strange tranquility that can be transmitted across the screen.

Different from the general love film from the budding, palpitating to flowering and fruiting, the flower of love has already withered at the beginning of Zhou Wei and Zhang Zhen in about I love you.

However, after Zhang Zhen died, Zhou Wei found traces of him everywhere in his life.

She thought that she didn't love him any more. She thought that love was always consumed in trivial life and chores. But on her way home from work, when she passed the West Lake, she always remembered that she had been with Zhang zhenzeng.

Those who once thought the past love, but bit by bit with the familiar scenery began to sprout.

The things at home still keep the decoration before Zhang Zhen's death. They rent a room and a hall. He is an illustrator and needs to have his own study. When renting this house, they made the small balcony into his unique study.

Zhou Wei remembers that a few years ago, when they were in a good relationship, she always came in to accompany Zhang Zhen. At that time, he drew pictures and read books by himself.

Occasionally, when I was hungry in the middle of the night, I could cook a bowl of noodles and share them.

But I do not know when, she gradually did not accompany Zhang Zhen, she was fed up with this unchanging life, she no longer enjoy that kind of simple peace.

She pushed open the door of Zhang Zhen's ”study”. The furnishings inside had hardly changed. At that time, the wallpaper they pasted together had turned yellow.

Seven years ago, when they rented this place, they were looking forward to the future, but when did this expectation gradually disappear?Zhou Wei turned her head to think about it. Maybe it was because she thought Zhang Zhen didn't understand romance and would never talk about caring and loving her. He was so dull that he didn't even ask her to break up.

He only had his dream in his heart. He longed to fill the art gallery by the West Lake with his paintings. His ideal was always in front of her. Therefore, on many important anniversaries, he might forget because of painting.

In the narrow space, there is a small desk with a notebook that has been used for many years. There are also many drawings, which have been piled up in a thick stack. Many of them were packed up by him and put in the corner.

He had a sudden accident. Some things had not yet been cleaned up. A picture on the easel was just half finished. It was very scribbled. Obviously, when Zhang Zhen painted this painting, she was not calm.

He doesn't have works every day, and he can't calm down. When Zhou Wei looked at his previous works, he felt that he had neglected her boyfriend a lot in recent years.

When she thought Zhang Zhen ignored her, she was also neglecting her feelings.

She didn't know him enough. At least she didn't know. He would write her name on a whole sketch paper.

Zhou Wei's expression slowly changed, she seems to be some escape in general, dare not open these dust laden memories again.

She went to the desk, where the position is very narrow, just enough for one person to sit. She is thin and hard to turn around when she sits in it. When Zhang Zhen sits here, she is even more crowded.

Over the years, it is his dream that sustains him to persist in such a bad environment.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wei laughed, but his eyes turned red.

She took a deep breath, bit the corner of her mouth and raised her head.

The mottled ceiling above her head was already peeling paint, but as soon as she looked up, she saw her name.