Night.

A silent path, a familiar alley.

The treetops slowly poked out of the school next to them, and the trash can was still in its original position.

What has changed slightly is the muddy road on the ground, which is paved with cement.

What he couldn't understand was what the hell the people who were riding the back of the e-bikes with a big box were doing.

Li Zijin stood downstairs in front of his house wearing a brown coat, short hair and beard.

He swallowed a slight mouthful of water in his throat, and his expression became complicated.

Then he mustered up the courage and walked into the corridor.

Feeling the key, he came to the third floor with some nervousness, and looking at the familiar iron door, he took a deep breath and tried to put the key inside.

It's been four and a half years, after all.

Even if the lock on the door was changed at home, he could understand it.

But the moment it was twisted, there was a click and a clear feeling of unlocking.

Almost at the same time as the sound was heard.

The woman who was in the room was also nervous, she pinched her fingers in a panicked expression, and then looked cautiously in the direction of the door, picking up the broom next to her in her hand.

Li Zijin pushed the door in and froze, his mouth slightly opened, his pupils dilated and stared at the familiar figure.

Time seemed to freeze in this instant.

I don't know how long it took.

It feels like a few seconds, and it feels like a whole century.

The figure rushed towards him with tears in his eyes as if he had gone crazy.

The woman who had made him think about it burst into tears, slapping his chest frantically, choking up and unable to speak.

I never dreamed that I would see my man come back.

Li Zijin also gasped for breath and hugged his wife, who owed something.

In the second year after the child came out, he was accused of making fake paintings and imprisoned, and after six years of betrayal, he was now released a year and a half early.

The wife couldn't stop crying, she shook her head in disbelief and said, "You ......"

The words have not yet spoken.

As if he had guessed what the other party wanted to say, Li Zijin stroked her head with a smile and said, "It's ahead of schedule, I'm doing well." ”

At this time, he finally saw the daughter who he missed day and night.

The daughter stood by the wall with some fear, looking at the man she knew and had only seen in the photo album.

At this time, the little girl trembled slightly and shouted, "Dad, Dad?"

Hearing this, Li Zijin seemed to have emptied most of the grievances accumulated over the years, and he ran over to pick up his daughter with a bitter and moving smile.

All of a sudden!

The daughter cried very aggrieved, she cried pear blossoms with rain, and scolded: "You are not my father, my father is not like this." ”

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled.

Li Zijin pinched the child's nose and smiled: "Why not." ”

Only then did the child point to his hair and say, "You didn't have a whip."

He remembered that he used to have long hair tied up.

His gaze couldn't help but fall to the corner of the room, the picture frame that was wrapped in layer after layer.

He looked back at his wife.

In a ashamed tone, he asked, "What about it?"

The wife lowered her head and replied, "It's all your hard work, how could you lose it." ”

She didn't want to recall the memories of a large crowd of people rushing into the house and rummaging around, and they told her that her husband had broken the law and was going to be imprisoned.

More than a dozen paintings were confiscated, all of which were imitations of famous paintings.

In the end, only these three self-created works remained.

Li Zijin had mixed feelings, he was immersed in the so-called art for the first half of his life, and only when he stepped out of society did he realize that the world was like this.

I don't have any other strengths other than drawing.

As soon as he got married, he spent all his family's savings, and some people encouraged him to forge famous paintings to make money.

At that time, when I first entered the society, I was short of money, and how could I resist the temptation of money.

After tasting the sweetness once, he began to embark on this road of no return, copying six or seven works one after another.

Each painting can receive tens of thousands of payments.

As for how much others sold him, he didn't know until the police took him away that he realized that he was so stupid and pitiful.

His paintings were sold for hundreds of thousands or even millions, and finally found to be fake.

Therefore, the implication was traced, and the amount involved was as high as more than 6 million.

And he got less than 200,000, how ridiculous and pathetic.

In the end, the court sentenced him to six years in prison in view of the fact that he had also been deceived and victimized, and the criminal gang that actually peddled fake paintings was sentenced to 15 years in prison and confiscated all his property.

Moment.

His wife quickly cooked him a bowl of noodles.

Li Zijin, on the other hand, slowly unveiled these dusty paintings, and he spent countless efforts to submit them to the exhibition, but they were repeatedly rejected.

I couldn't even hand out the paintings, so I was blocked from the doors of major art exhibitions again and again.

No one cares about a nameless person who has no name.

Naturally, no one appreciates his work.

Now that I have a criminal record, I am afraid that these paintings will have no chance, and they will never show up.

Li Zijin glanced at the bed he bought when he got married, as well as the dresser, everything was the same as before, even if it was a little old and a little stumbling.

At this time, the daughter picked up a thousand paper cranes and smiled happily: "The master said that Dad came back by this." ”

Hearing this, Li Zijin immediately laughed.

The children are really innocent and fairytale.

He took the paper crane, stroked the child's head in a doting tone, and asked, "Did you fold this?"

Li Jiajia pouted and shook her head: "No, no, it was given to me by the master, he said that when I fall asleep, this will turn into a flying crane, and then carry my father home." ”

In this way, the wife told the story about this thousand paper cranes.

and some hearsay rumors about the fortune teller, as well as the things she has done with her children in detail over the past few years.

When he heard the child crying outside and shouting for his father, Li Zijin sighed heavily.

Over the years, because of himself, his children and his wife have been wronged.

Li Zijin gritted his teeth, his eyes became more and more determined, and he said very seriously: "I'll go find a job!"

The little girl was a little excited and looked forward to it: "Mom said that Dad is a great painter. ”

Hearing this, Li Zijin immediately laughed, he rubbed his daughter's face and said, "Dad is a little painter, not a big painter." ”

He took a look at his previous works and finally made a decision that he had been reluctant to sell.

There have been bids to buy it before, although the price is not high.

But there are also 20,000 paintings, and now 60,000 is not a lot.

But at that time, he was arrogant, and where could he look at it, he was full of thoughts that his works could be on a bigger platform, hoping to become an artist and open his own art exhibition.

People, after all, only when they fall do they know how to grow.