Chapter 317 (2/2)

She felt that she couldn't go on like this any more. She should end up with the past.

When Zhou Wei came to the West Lake, where they often came at the beginning of their association, she recalled that when the lights were on, they had a quarrel here.

It was the only loud argument between them. His character was so stuffy that he couldn't even speak, which made her hysterical.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, he was powerless to leave.

The more memories, Zhang Zhen's original vague image becomes clearer in Zhou Wei's memory. She seems to have found back the sweet feeling of the past. She forgot how much she had resisted to the West Lake, which they loved most at the beginning of their love affair.

She came to the West Lake, where he had vowed to show her works in an art gallery here.

When she came to the art gallery along the cobblestone path, she remembered the scene when she and Zhang Zhen had been here in the early years.

At that time, he was still young, and his expression was not so tired as later. His eyebrows and eyes were full of vigor and vision:

”I hope that one day, there will be full of my works for everyone to enjoy.”

She could not help laughing and said:

”master's works are endowed with unique value only after the master's death.” After she finished, she tried to coax him with a smile”But don't lose heart, even if other people don't watch it, I'll come with you that day.”

At that time, they were still inseparable. Later, they gradually stopped mentioning dreams because she resisted.

Naturally, Zhang Zhen did not say that she wanted to fill the art gallery with his works. Since then, they have never come to the art museum together. At that time, the vows she made would not be counted.

People who came out of the art gallery looked at her with surprise and surprise. She was immersed in her own memories, and naturally she did not put the eyes of others in her heart.

When she stepped into the museum, Zhou Wei was stunned.

It's full of pictures, big and small, all about her.

There were her sleeping, smiling, unhappy and sullen, and contemplative scenes.

It's like she's in a different world.

These are Zhang Zhen's paintings, but she never knew that he would draw so many of her in this art gallery.

Each picture says: love in this life, please marry me as wife!

She trembled beyond her control, when she thought that love had been destroyed to death in the day after day, that he did not understand romance and love, that there was only habit and peace between the two people, and that love was just like chicken ribs, but she forgot the sweetness of the first taste.

At the beginning of their love, he once said that he would propose to her in a most special way. However, in the process of communication, he didn't even speak romantic language. She always thought that he was a liar. When he had long forgotten his oath, he never thought he would keep it in mind.

It turns out that love has not disappeared, it is just a corner in her heart, repressed it and did not let it appear.

Those things about his love for her are not ringing in her ears through his words every day, but through his little bits and pieces, they are shown in life and trivia.

When no longer clinging to his complaints, those subtle things are very clear.

He got up early to cook for her. When she worked overtime, he made coffee for her. She read half of the books. He carefully put the bookmark on it. When she came home, her slippers were always in the most comfortable position. There was always a cup of hot water waiting for her at home.

When the director of the art gallery arrived, he recognized her and said that Zhang Zhen had something to explain, and also mentioned that someone wanted to buy a painting.

But Zhou Wei couldn't hear anything clearly. After Zhang Zhen's funeral on that day, the grief and tears that she had endured all the time suddenly burst the dike. She cried like a heartbroken child.