Siqing stood up suddenly: "Where is my second brother?"

"No news from him. Wang Hufang said, "But we should think about the benefits, maybe he will be released soon, and at the very least, your family Cheng'er is safe and can come back, so can Xuncheng also go back, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Siqing finally saw the dawn, and pressed her heartbeat wildly, "Wait for my second brother to come back first, and then go to pick them up together." ”

She began to wait again, if there is no hope, the long wait will be regarded as an ordinary day, and she can still endure it, but once the light is given, then the days of waiting are extremely unbearable, she has survived for several years, but she can't stand these months, but it is a pity that she waited until she was ready to wear, and still did not wait for people to come back.

"There are only two of them, either they should have come back a long time ago, or they were ...... It's dead. "Deng Mu is a big mouth, he and Wang Hufang are the only people Siqing trusts over the years, and after knowing each other for a long time, they gradually know about Siqing.

He can keep secrets, but he can't control his heart to express his opinion in front of them: "You can't deceive yourself, you think, the foreigner is dead, what is Mr. Meng still kept, teaching a mud mining for seven or eight years, and he didn't start the next step, whoever can stand it, Burchard is polite to him, but when people die, he can't help it, and others may not be polite, this is not what I said, the grapevine said, since I didn't come back, the eight achievements are another result, you mourn and change." ”

Every time he said a word, he saw Wang Hufang glaring at him, but he didn't care, so he had to finish.

After finishing speaking, but hearing a sound, Siqing fainted.

It was already the second day when Siqing woke up again, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Wang Hufang, she paid a little attention to what she heard yesterday, and grabbed his sleeve: "You have news about my second brother, why don't you tell me?"

If there was no news as he said, how could Deng Mu know that Huai'an had taught mud mining for seven or eight years?

Wang Hufang told her to lie down, before she woke up, his face was very ugly, and now he was a little relaxed, he said softly: "You listen to me slowly, I did hear a little news before, but it was vague, I was not sure, I didn't dare to tell you, lest I say it wrong, now don't worry, I can tell you clearly, Mr. Meng is still alive." ”

"How did you find out?"

"Brother Deng has dealings with the publishing house on the other side of Xin'an County, but that side is now restricting negotiations with us, and Brother Deng has taken a big risk to inquire about the news, so I can't let you contact you personally. ”

"I understand. Siqing nodded helplessly, not only could she not contact her personally, but she could not force others to inquire, they helped each other out of friendliness, and she couldn't get an inch.

Wang Hufang prepared a lot of words to persuade her, for fear that she would be impulsive, now seeing that she can carry it clearly, relieved, but inexplicably distressed, he sighed slightly, and continued: "Mr. Meng is the president of the Xuncheng Art Fair, and there have been many famous porcelain works before, and no one in the circle knows him, including Xin'an County, where some people in the art world are paying attention to him, saying that after Burhard's death, he was taken away and imprisoned by a Mengda. ”

Hearing this person, Siqing's brows furrowed.

"This Lord Meng should be Meng Kuo, right?" asked Wang Hufang.

"You know him?"

"I don't know, but I've heard a little, there is a colleague in the painting club who used to be a petty official, and he has dealt with him, it is said that this person is very small-minded, he took Mr. Meng, not for porcelain technology, you said last time that Xuncheng has always had his people, look at it this way, I am afraid that the Meng family has offended him before. ”

"It should be. After such a long time, Siqing also figured it out.

"Look at it this way, Xuncheng is left with his people, he is specifically targeting you, I am afraid that you still can't go back to Xuncheng, and the person who went back to the newspaper to inquire is Burchard's person, Burchard doesn't want your life, he just wants to take Cheng'er to control Mr. Meng, you send Cheng'er away, they will have no follow-up, and now Burchard is dead, so Shanghai is relatively safe. Wang Hu Fang said.

After finishing speaking, he heard Siqing say thank you, his face turned red, and he said in surprise: "I didn't do anything, thank you for what?"

"You are so analytical, you have taken my business to heart, and you should thank you. ”

Wang Hufang didn't want to hear any thanks, but it seemed that he could only do so, he was not qualified to listen to other words, he occasionally thought about what would happen if Mr. Meng couldn't come back, but in the end, he still hoped that people could return safely.

However, if there was a chance to return before, as long as Mr. Meng taught them what Burchard wanted, they could change their freedom, but now the chance has become slim, not only is it not only that Meng Kuang does not let people go, but also separated by the bay on both sides, and now they need to apply for a special pass to come and go, and ordinary people can't apply for it at all.

Those who wait still have to wait, and the only thing that has changed is probably that Cheng'er can come back.

"By the way, didn't you say that the French one who helped you take care of Cheng'er was a relative of the family, how many years has he been out, will he come back?" Wang Hufang asked again.

Siqing nodded: "I'm coming back." ”

Even if Huai'an didn't come back, at least Ting'an could temporarily settle in Shanghai, and no one could stop him this time.

She sent a letter to Ting An immediately after she was discharged from the hospital.

When the letter was delivered to Ting'an's office, he hadn't finished class yet, and he happened to be seen by Cheng'er, sixteen-year-old Cheng'er had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, perhaps because he was destined to have a relationship with the Meng family, and his clear and handsome young appearance was seven or eight points similar to Meng Ting'an's back then.

It's just that this appearance is a bit out of place with his punk outfit, his fried-up curly hair, and a jingling bracelet on his arm.

If you imagine Meng Ting'an wearing such an outfit, the picture will definitely make people want to contact the doctor who treats madness.

The eyes are also different, Ting An's eyes are always plain, while his obvious sharpness is much sharper and much more flamboyant.

Ting An himself didn't know how to cultivate his child with such an aesthetic vision, and when the child was twelve or thirteen years old, there were some signs of deviation, and he wanted to restrain him, but the female student who had been helping him take care of him for a long time said that the child should be given free reliever.

He let it go for a few years, the female student's surname was Xu, graduated, and returned to him as an assistant, or to help him take care of Cheng'er, but the child is older, and now he can't manage it.

But even if you don't care about it, it shouldn't be like this, Ting An is very puzzled.

Fortunately, although he is not dressed well, his aesthetic of painting is not bad, and he actually likes Chinese painting the most, which makes Ting An a little surprised.

Ting An used to teach him Western painting when he was idle, after all, this is what he is good at, he put some effort into it, and wanted to teach him all his skills and experience, he used to be famous, he thought, Cheng'er who had to be taught by him could do the same.

But Cheng'er asked rhetorically: "Why should I be famous, what is the use of this fame?"

After that sentence was asked, Ting An let him choose by himself, he chose Chinese painting, and he painted very well without studying it very seriously.

At this moment, the assistant Xiao Xu pushed the door in, and saw the scene in front of him, a young man with fried hair, shaking his head, holding a wolf pen in his hand, and running smoothly on the paper.

That momentum, those who knew understood that he was painting, and they didn't know that they thought he was practicing martial arts.

Xiao Xu took a closer look and saw that he painted "the wilderness and the low trees", the boat is berthed in the twilight, the traveler is sad and new, the vast place, the wilderness is boundless, the picture is only ink, no color, the color is very light, but the charm is natural.

She looked at the painting for a while, and first praised: "The painting is getting better and better." Then he put the letter on the table and wondered, "Your mother has never written from you, so you don't know what is going on now?"

Cheng'er put down the pen and stared at the painting without raising his eyes: "It's been a few years, did you tell us to go back, open it and take a look." ”

"Are you going back?" Xiao Xu's eyes widened, "Really?"

"I don't know, so why don't you open it up? Cheng'er took the letter in front of the case, and just opened it, Xiao Xu said suddenly, "This is for the professor." ”

"There's nothing I can't read about the letter between them, I'll take a look at it first, and if I really tell us to go back, I'd better prepare early. He unfolded the letter as he spoke.

Xiao Xu asked softly, "Do you really want to go back?"

He stared at the letter and smiled.

When Meng Ting'an came back from class, it was already dark.

Cheng'er handed him the letter: "Mother said we could go back." ”

Without waiting for the person in front of him to react, he immediately continued: "But I don't want to go back. ”

He said this for a while, and Meng Tingan finished reading the letter.

The joy has not had time to surge, has been drowned by that sentence, Ting'an is faintly displeased, but the heart is like a mirror, Cheng'er is fleeing here, in the past few years to adapt better than anyone else, he has just started to live here when he first came into contact with and cognitive society alone, and has already adjusted everything to a rhythm that is completely coordinated with here, here he is like a fish in water, and the memory of the old garden, there is only a chaos.

"Have you thought about it?" he didn't ask why, only what he thought.

Cheng'er nodded solemnly: "I think about it, I won't go back." ”

"But there is no market for Chinese paintings. ”

"I like Chinese painting, I just like it, I don't expect it to make money and become famous, as for the porcelain painting of the Meng family, I haven't forgotten, haven't I already learned some from you, but you also said, a little deeper, probably only my father understands, but my father is not here, I can't learn it when I go back?" he pleaded a little, "At least wait for my father to come back, I'll go back, so it's always okay, right?"

He can speak well, which is very similar to Huai'an, Meng Ting'an is willing to bow down, and he still wants to ask: Then you don't want your mother, but he didn't say it, he didn't need to ask if he thought about it, he remembered that he came to France to study for the first time, and he was about the same age as Cheng'er.

"Okay. After a long time, he sighed silently, "Then we won't go back." ”

"We?" Cheng'er didn't understand.

"Am I safe to let you stay here alone?"

Cheng'er laughed and ran all over the house, eager to sing praises to him.

Ting An couldn't laugh, he missed the opportunity to go back again and again, he couldn't help himself, he had to have a last resort, this time he could only leave the city he missed and the people he wanted to see behind, and decided to stay again.

He replied to Siqing, and couldn't say that Cheng'er didn't want to go back, so he found a reason, saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with his studies if he dared to go back to study, and he would come back when he finished his studies.

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