They didn't speak much, just staring at each other with their eyes. He watched him greedily, and she enjoyed the magical freedom of grading. At that moment, she seemed to be able to pass through the barriers of identity, status, and age, embracing his color, and the clouds turned yellow, blue, and green. The so-called affair between Greer and the painter is not based on the desire of men and women or the loneliness of love, it is not the long-lasting love or the clichéd indecent love, it is not mercy and comfort, it is not the beauty of Greet’s youth and the romantic love of the painter. sex. This kind of love is more inclined to a kind of spiritual understanding and intercourse, which is spiritual desire. So they didn't do anything, but the strong ambiguity exuded was enough to suffocate the painter's wife. When his wife asked him like a breakdown, "Why didn't you draw me?!", he blurted out, "Because you don't understand." What a woman is most afraid of is that she can't keep her heart. Perhaps it's not the ambiguity between the man and the maid that makes her crazy, but that she never enters his world and never knows him. She loves him, falls in love with a man who doesn't understand or understands herself, and wants to hold him tightly. She has held on tightly for several years, both tired but unwilling to let go. A period of sorrow. Compared with the painter's superficial weakness, behind the wife's hysteria is a more helpless psychological weakness.
The long needle pierced the earlobe, not painless, but willing. She can let him see his hair, and even brave the wind and snow to buy color. Her love melted in his scorching eyes, and the pearl fell down, not belonging to her but matching her. He can't imagine her wearing a pearl out of thin air, just as her love can't only be kept in memory, it can't be just a fantasy. Love needs a proof, a withered rose, or a sparkling diamond. Love or admiration will disappear over time, but the pierced ears that remain in the body can last for a long time, and even youth, like a proof of immortality. The pearl finally fell to Greet's palm. This was the last gift of the silent man, or ambiguous. Still ambiguous, always just ambiguous. The estrus is only the courtesy.
The girl with pearl earrings turned her back to the painter and the world. People stared into her eyes for thousands of years. What's written in there? She hoped he could understand, a young girl's warm admiration and helplessness.
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