“...... Thank you, thank you......"

The man bent over, held the customer's hand, thanked him for his kindness, and looked a little excited,

"Don't be so polite, cooperate. The customer smiled in response and got up from his seat.

"I haven't asked you yet, what ...... you have been holding in your hand?" the customer asked with some curiosity as he looked at the scroll in the man's hand.

“...... It was a painting, a gift for my daughter. The man looked at the scroll in his hand, and his gaze softened.

"You're also a daughter. The client withdrew his gaze and looked at the man with sweat on his forehead,

"Then you should feel sorry for her...... It's not easy to bring up a child. But when I got home and saw the smile on her face, I felt that it was worth it. ”

When the man heard this, he looked at the scroll in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

......

At the door of the hospital ward, the man held the picture scroll in one hand, and wiped the sweat stains on his head with paper with the other, and at the same time looked at the ward through the window on the door.

In the hospital room, his wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling apples, and talking to the child lying on the bed.

The child was not very interested, just looked at the window, looked out of the window of the ward, and did not speak.

Looking at the ward, the man wiped the sweat off his face, and after waving the smell of sweat that might be on his body, he changed his relaxed appearance and pushed open the door of the ward.

“...... Rourou, what did Dad bring you?"

With a smile on his face, the man walked into the hospital room and said to his daughter who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Daddy......"

Seeing her father appear, the girl cried out in some surprise,

"Huh. The man replied with a smile.

"Daddy, didn't you come here at night, why did you come here now?" asked the little girl with some amusement.

"Dad got off work early today, so he came to see my baby...... Come, my darling, see what Daddy has brought you. ”

Smiling at his wife, the man also sat down on the side of the bed, looked at his daughter and said with a smile, and at the same time took the scroll in his hand.

"Daddy, what is this?" the daughter stretched out a hand and touched the scroll, her eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.

"It's a painting, come, Daddy will open it for you. Looking at his daughter, the man smiled, stretched out his hand and slowly unfolded the scroll.

The daughter watched intently with anticipation in her eyes.

“...... It's so beautiful. ”

The girl looked at the painting on the unfolded scroll, as if her eyes suddenly brightened, and said with some surprise.

"Pretty, Daddy will help you hang it on the wall so my baby can see it every day. ”

When the man saw that his daughter liked it, a smile appeared on his face,

"Well, okay...... The mountains in the painting are so beautiful, it's like you really saw them...... It's ......"

The girl first responded crisply, then turned her head, looked at the painting, and had some doubts in her eyes.

"What's that?" the man asked, smiling.

"It's just kind of like ...... Like Daddy. The girl looked at her father and said.

"Do you like that?" the man asked, with a smile on his face as he listened,

"Like. The girl nodded.

"Come, Daddy will help you hang it on the wall opposite the baby. ”

As he spoke, the man took the scroll and took out a hook from his pocket,

“...... Can you hang here, my darling?"

"No, a little to the right, just a little. ”

"Is that so?"

"Dad, you're so stupid, move it over, move it to the left a little bit, just a little bit......"

The man listened to his daughter's command and determined the location of the painting on the wall opposite the hospital bed.

The little girl was lying on the hospital bed, with her head tilted, directing her father.

On the side, the man's wife and the girl's mother looked at the two father and daughter with a smile in their eyes.

“...... Is that okay?"

"Alright, just here. ”

When the man heard his daughter's words, he smiled and glued the hook to the wall, and then he drew the silk thread on the scroll and hung it on the wall.

After hanging the picture, the man took a few steps back and returned to his daughter's side,

"It's so beautiful......"

The girl lay on the hospital bed, looked at the painting, and said aloud.

The girl's mother gently stroked the girl's face, and also turned her gaze to the painting on the wall.

The family of three all looked at the painting and chatted......

......

"Crunch ......"

The woman took the key and pushed open the door of the old mansion and the hall.

In the hall, it has not been cleaned up for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on the table and the floor, and it looks a little dusty when the door is opened.

With the scroll in her hand, the woman who had come directly from the hospital stepped into the hall.

Looking at the room in this vague memory, the woman took the painting and walked around the room.

The furnishings in the room were not very complete, and it seemed a little empty, and after the woman turned around, she returned to the hall.

Looking at the hall, the woman gently stroked her abdomen,

Then he moved back and walked to the wall facing the door of the hall.

Dusting off the ashes next to her, putting down the scroll in her hand for the time being, the woman took the hammer and a long nail that she had rummaged through before, and nailed the nail to the wall.

Picking up the scroll again, the woman slowly unfolded the scroll with some care, and after hanging the scroll with the long nail, she adjusted it carefully before the woman withdrew her hand.

Taking a few steps back, the woman stood by the door of the hall, looking at the picture of a winged bird hanging on the wall, gently stroking her abdomen, and a smile appeared on her face.

After a long time, the woman looked at the dusty hall and courtyard again, took the broom, and swept it up little by little.

......

In front of the stall, after Lian Ge left, the old farmer looked at the direction Lian Ge left and muttered for a long time,

Only then did he come back to his senses, lowered his head, and looked at the crane picture on the table, the old farmer first stretched out his hand, then withdrew his hand, wiped it on his body fiercely, and then stretched out his hand again and picked up the picture scroll.

His hand trembled slightly, and he carefully put away the scroll little by little.

It wasn't until the scroll was completely rolled up that the old farmer relented, took the painting, and returned to his stall.

Holding the painting in his hand, the old peasant absentmindedly glanced up from time to time.

“...... Boss, how do you sell this watermelon?"

In front of the stall, passers-by spoke loudly.

Hearing the sound, the old peasant raised his head, looked at the comer, and then looked at the painting he was holding.

After hesitating, he put down the painting and put it in the basket next to him.

“...... Hey, a piece of five pounds. ”

The old peasant didn't look at the painting again, and with a smile on his dark face, he looked at the pedestrians in front of the stall and responded.

"Bring me one. ”

"Okay......"

......

Leaving the stall, Lian Ge walked along the street, moving forward,

Passing over the location where the old man and student were sketching before, Lian Ge turned his gaze and glanced at that place.

There, the old man's student was still holding a paintbrush, glancing at the mountain from time to time, and from time to time he would drop a stroke on the pen.

The old man was leaning over, standing aside, looking at his student's paintings, holding the previous Lian Ge painting for him in one hand.

From time to time, he raised his head and glanced at the mountain, his lips moving, as if he was saying something to his student.

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and continued to walk towards him.

Behind him, the hustle and bustle faded away.

......

"Squeak...... Squeak squeak. ”

The mouse that finished eating the watermelon squatted on his shoulder, turned his head, and called twice,

"Did you lose it?"

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge didn't turn his head, his steps were still moving, and he smiled on his face.

"Squeak, squeak......" The mouse stood on his forelimbs and barked twice.

“...... Well, that's not a loss of watermelon?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled again, and at the same time stretched out his hand and applied a dust brushing technique to himself and the mouse.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

With the sound of Lian Ge's words and the cry of the guinea pig, one person and one mouse, along the street, the figure gradually moved away.