Chapter 37 end

Four years later. Kiruna Airport in Sweden. The blond boy at the customs stamped a stamp on the passport and handed it to a waiting man in black, showing a sunny Nordic smile, "Sir, welcome to Kiruna." The man nodded, took his passport and walked out of the airport.The faint sunshine outlined several charming brilliance on the man's light chestnut hair, like a brilliant halo cast by God himself.His eyes are a very clear and very light green, as if the lake water is slightly rippling under the transparent and thin ice layer after the ice and snow melt in spring.It's just that in the deepest part of the lake, there still seems to be a distant indifference.

This is undoubtedly a perfect man, but if you look closely, you can find that his left leg looks a little abnormal. After getting into the taxi, he took out a newspaper from his Armani bag and started to read it.The corners of the newspaper have been rolled up, obviously not the new newspaper of the day. "Sir, is this your first time in Sweden? It's a pity that it's already summer, otherwise I would definitely suggest you to stay in the ice hotel here." The taxi driver of North African descent was obviously very satisfied with his new immigrant country. Kiruna, located in the northernmost part of Sweden, is a place where the days are short and the nights are long.Spring comes the latest, and winter comes the earliest. The temperature is much lower than other places in Sweden all year round.There may only be two seasons here, one is white winter and the other is green winter.

But it is also a mysterious place where you can see the beautiful aurora. The man lowered his head and didn't say anything, just staring thoughtfully at the several oil paintings printed in the newspaper. Different from ordinary oil paintings, the themes in these works are different, some are foreign and some are domestic.One of the works is particularly eye-catching - only a white daisy grows quietly in the dark background color, but in the direction of the daisy's growth, a rich and bright color spreads, forming an obvious and strong contrast with the background color Compared.The picture looks a bit abrupt, but it has a kind of vitality and beauty.The painter did not rely on light and shade and lines to form a sense of spatial distance, but used the principle of color light reflection to form his own space with warm and cold colors, showing unprecedented vividness.

And in this flowing beauty, there is still a very strange tranquility, which restricts the balance of the picture. It was a calmness full of Chinese style. Next to the headline of the newspaper is an eye-catching report stating that the oil paintings of the Chinese female painter Gong Liuxia were recently launched in Kiruna, Sweden.It is said that this place was chosen to commemorate a good friend of hers.Since her right hand was injured, she has been insisting on painting with her left hand. With her superhuman efforts and outstanding talent, she became famous in the painting competition a year ago.Her self-contained style of Chinese classical freehand brushwork has aroused great repercussions in Europe and attracted widespread attention... At present, she is taking a short stay in Kiruna with her son, looking for new inspirations for her new works...

The man's eyes paused for a few seconds on the last sentence, and complex eye waves rose in his water green eyes. "By the way, sir, where are you going?" the driver turned his head and asked. He squeezed the newspaper in his hand, and gave an address expressionlessly.The summer sunshine in northern Europe is so warm, but it can't dilute the sadness in his heart at all. Like Italy, daisies are a common flower in Sweden.But in cold Kiruna, it often snows in spring, so daisies tend to bloom in summer.In Sweden's Midsummer Festival, girls will put daisies under their pillows to dream, and it is said that in this way, they can see their Prince Charming in their dreams.

When the man got off the car, what caught his eyes was a large field of white daisies. The petite and exquisite flowers bloomed quietly in the sun and swayed gently in the wind.Although the clusters are in full bloom, they still have a light and elegant demeanor. The simple white color has its own soul-stirring beauty. He stared fixedly at that piece of white, as if in a trance, he had returned to the day when he first met her. Faintly, he suddenly heard a low cry.Looking for the sound, he saw a three or four-year-old boy squatting in the flowers wiping his tears.Seeing someone coming, the boy raised his head as if seeing a savior, sobbing and asked, "Uncle, have you seen my mother?"

What surprised him was that the little boy spoke fluent Italian, and what surprised him even more was that the boy had exactly the same water-green eyes as his, and the beautiful green seemed to absorb spring all green. For some reason, his heart suddenly beat violently, and all the blood in his body began to rush, a strange yet familiar sense of intimacy spontaneously arose in his heart. "Can't you find your mother? What's your name?" He asked gently. The little boy wiped away his tears again, "My name is Amor." As soon as he finished saying this, the little boy laughed through his tears, and shouted behind him in Chinese, "Mom, I'm here!"

A voice that he had heard countless times in his dreams came to his ears unexpectedly, "You are so naughty, come here quickly." An inexplicable sadness and joy captured him at the same time.He stood there, unable to move, but unable to miss anything again just like that.Turning around slowly, the pale golden sunlight brushed over his light chestnut hair, exuding an unparalleled beauty. At the moment when each other's eyes met, he clearly saw the unbelievable shock in the other's eyes, the irrepressible feelings and sadness, as well as the lingering, unknowing joy that only belonged to lovers.

"Liu Xia, long time no see." He sighed lowly, and the tide of memory passed through the long time tunnel, returning to the first moment. Although the sun was so bright, Liu Xia felt unable to see every detail of that person's face. She just felt that she couldn't breathe anymore, An unforgettable face that appeared in dreams countless times. A figure so close yet so far away. She couldn't believe what was happening in front of her, or was it just a prank by the elf Villigis? For a not too long time, she has been recalling every bit of the relationship with him, Love in memory is more painful than love in waiting.

In the silent space, the two people's eyes were entangled with each other.The crystal black eyes were deeply reflected in the water-green eyes, and neither of them blinked, as if they were worried about missing any emotional changes in the other party, and a scorching temperature rippled in the flowing air. "Mom, who is this uncle?" Amor opened his eyes curiously. The sad breath in his heart had already drifted away in the early summer wind, and the most touching light flashed in his eyes, "I am your father, Amor." Amor, Amor (love). The love of my life, the love of my life.

He stretched out his warm hands, tightly hugging his most precious, nostalgia. my liuxia, My --- Amor.