In the quiet morning of the town, the mist gently surrounds the creek, and the water murmurs as if whispering an old and long story. Li Xiaozhi, an ordinary and resilient woman, walks along the river every day at this moment, enjoying this rare time of tranquility and self-reflection.
Li Xiaozhi's life is not complicated, she runs a small bookstore, the smell of books and the smell of coffee are intertwined, and it is a haven for the souls of many people in the town. Her husband Zhang Wei is a hard-working carpenter, and the two are close to each other and run this small family together.
However, life always likes to cast a few dark shadows when people are most inadvertent. One day, a painter named Lin Hao came to the town, who rented an old warehouse by the river and converted it into a studio. Lin Hao's talent and uninhibited attracted the attention of many people in the town, including Li Xiaozhi. At first, she was only attracted by the world in Lin Hao's paintings, and those colors and lines seemed to be able to hit the softest parts of people's hearts. Gradually, the two became acquainted with books and paintings, and began to have more exchanges.
Lin Hao's romance and passion made Li Xiaozhi feel unprecedented excitement and freshness. She found that she began to look forward to every encounter with Lin Hao, and even quietly bred feelings that she shouldn't have in her heart. One rainy morning, when the two met again by the river, Lin Hao's eyes flashed with unprecedented tenderness and firmness, and he whispered to Li Xiaozhi: "Your world is more beautiful than any painting, I want to be the one who can read you." ”
At that moment, Li Xiaozhi's heart trembled violently, as if she heard a shake in some corner of her heart. But then, reason, like the first rays of the morning sun, pierced through the fog and illuminated her heart. She remembered the ups and downs she had gone through with Zhang Wei, and the bits and pieces of those ordinary days, every smile and every hug was so real and warm.
"Lin Hao, I am very touched by your praise, but I have my responsibility and persistence." Although Li Xiaozhi's voice is soft, it is extremely firm, "Marriage is not only love, but also commitment and responsibility. I can't betray the person who has been quietly giving by my side because of the spur of the moment. ”
When Lin Hao heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into understanding and respect. "You're braver and stronger than I thought you would." He smiled and said, "Perhaps, we should all cherish the people in front of us, instead of chasing those ethereal phantoms." ”
Since then, Li Xiaozhi has cherished every day with Zhang Wei even more, she runs the bookstore with her heart, and also runs their home with her heart. Lin Hao, on the other hand, has become her most sincere friend, discussing art and sharing the bits and pieces of life together, but always maintaining an appropriate distance.
Time flies, and the clear water still flows by the river in the town, witnessing the comings and goings of countless people. Li Xiaozhi's story also quietly spread in the town, becoming a good story about loyalty and self-redemption. She used her own experience to tell everyone: in the face of temptation, sticking to the bottom line of the heart and cherishing the happiness in front of you is the most valuable wealth.