. Coming out of Kang Xuexi's side, Li Ruizhong called his father and learned that his father was in the unit, he did not go home, and drove directly to the front of the building of a bank headquarters on Financial Street, but he did not go up, but made another call, and after a while, a man in his fifties came out of the bank.

The person who came was Li Ruizhong's father, Li Yifang, a former young painter Li Yifang, who has now become the head office of a bank, dealing with the most cheesy money.

"Why are you in such a hurry that you can't go home and talk about it, and you can't go to my office to talk about it?" Li Fang saw his son come to him so solemnly, and somehow felt a little bad in his heart.

"It's not convenient to talk at home, it's even more inconvenient to talk in the office, and it's safe in the car." Li Ruizhong raised the window of the car after speaking.

"What's wrong?" Seeing a rare solemnity on his son's face, Li Fangfang's heart flickered.

"Dad, I have a few questions for you, I hope you can tell me the truth, we are father and son, I won't harm you."

Li Fang nodded, he felt guilty about this son, after his beloved wife left, he only cared about sadness, under the double blow of losing his lover and brother, no, it should be said that it was triple, and the third was to force him to give up his beloved painting career, under this triple blow, he had no time to take care of this son, only care about his own healing.

A year later, in order to consolidate his career, he had to follow the family's arrangement to marry his current wife Yuan Yuan, and the young Li Ruizhong was forced to accept a strange woman as a mother before he could come out of the grief of losing his mother, which was by no means a blessing for the child. He can only feel that it is a betrayal.

At that time, Li Fangfang had just arrived at the new unit, and he didn't understand anything, so he had to learn everything from scratch. also had no time to take care of this son, so that the son was reluctant to go home for a long time, and he ate and lived in the Kang family.

Probably because he experienced that kind of pain, or maybe because of his debt to this son, Li Fang did not embarrass Li Ruizhong when he chose his career, but only said that he should let him do what he liked, and support him as much as possible within his ability. The father-son relationship has been repaired a lot.

So when Li Fangfang heard his son say that he should be honest with each other, he didn't feel annoyed, but nodded solemnly.

"Dad. The year my mom didn't, you went out for a while, can you tell me where I went? ”

"I went to several places, first to Xiangxi. Huang Lao's hometown. I wanted to see the ancient city of Phoenix and the Miao girl in his pen, and then I went to the neighboring tribe known as the largest tribal group of the original Miao people, called Tianjiazhai, in Qiandong City, Guizhou Province, and finally went to your grandfather's hometown, where I met the person sent by your grandmother to find me. ”

"In Tianjiazhai, did you fall in love with a Miao girl?" Li Ruizhong asked very directly.

"How do you know?" Li Fang asked rhetorically.

In fact, he rarely remembered those days over the years, because after returning to the imperial capital. He was busy accepting a new job, getting married and having children. Busy coping with a completely different life from the past, he can't even take care of the son around him, and the limited time is used to mourn his deceased wife, where is the time to recall that short affair?

Of course, it's not that I've never thought about it, occasionally in the dead of night, when tossing and turning, a nineteen-year-old girl's lively figure will appear in my mind, who can sing and dance, during that time, Ma Chunyu took him all over the mountains and rivers near Tianjiazhai.

Originally, they were just an enthusiastic tour guide leading a sad tourist to play between the mountains and rivers, more often Li Yifang sat in the mountains with an easel for a long time, Ma Chunyu watched him with a look of admiration and focused on smearing, after the painting was tired, Li Yifang would take out a harmonica and blow beautiful music to the mountains and rivers in the distance.

A handsome and talented young painter who plays a good harmonica, a nineteen-year-old girl who has just graduated from high school, and most of the people around her are rude and uneducated rural men, how can there be such an elegant and talented young man? Ma Chunyu fell without accident.

The women of the Miao family are relatively free and open in marriage and love than Han women, so Ma Chunyu does not hide her admiration for Li Fangfang, Li Fangfang is a person who has come over, where can she not understand the spicy affection in the eyes of the little girl?

Li Fangfang originally came out to heal his wounds, and there was such a bright girl by his side, who was both his tour guide and his model, who could sing and dance, and took care of him and cared for him, he couldn't be unmoved.

At that time, Li Yifang didn't want to hurt her, because he understood that she would only be a small post station on his life journey for him, and would never be home or the end, so Li Yifang taught Ma Chunyu to play the harmonica and teach her how big the outside world is, and even encouraged her to repeat her studies for another year to prepare for the university entrance examination, so that she can get out of these mountains and see the wider world outside.

Later, one day, Ma Chunyu took him to visit a duet of young men and women of the Miao nationality, and witnessed several pairs of men and women holding hands from the depths of the dense forest, at that moment, the bold Ma Chunyu also took Li Fang's hand into the depths of the dense forest, but that time the two did not succeed, because at the last moment Li Fang's reason prevailed over feelings, and he didn't want to harm this innocent beautiful girl.

Then one day, Li Yifang was painting in the terraced fields of Hedong Village, painting, a good day suddenly rolled over a dark cloud, the two were busy packing up their things to rush back, who knew that when the two of them climbed uphill to the top of the mountain, the heavy rain fell.

Ma Chunyu knew that there was a large natural cave near the top of the mountain, so he pulled Li Fang to take shelter from the rain.

The cave was used by nearby villagers to take shelter from the rain or hunt in the mountains, and it contained not only firewood and dry food, but also a bed of dry straw.

Because the two of them were soaked, Ma Chunyu lit a fire and wanted to dry the clothes of the two, when Ma Chunyu put down his waterfall-like long hair, Li Fang's heart was moved, and he was also inspired, he wanted to draw Ma Chunyu at this moment. Besides, it is a ラシィ painting.

At that time, Ma Chunyu almost responded to Li Fang's requests, not to mention that in that case, Li Fang rejected her because she didn't want to hurt her, where did she still have the heart to be guarded?

Thereupon. Ma Chunyu took off his clothes, and according to Li Fangfang's guidance, he parted half of his hair and covered half of the **** on his chest, only the other half was exposed, his body was half kneeling, half tilting his head, and his eyes were looking at his hair.

Although Ma Chunyu thought about handing herself over to the man in front of her, she was still a nineteen-year-old untrained girl. Just opened himself completely in front of an adult man, and he was still a little shy, not only blushing. The skin on his body was also red, but his heart was happy.

What Li Fang wants is this feeling of joy and shame, and what he wants is this kind of primitive and hazy love feelings of a girl who has not been developed, so. Li Fang was drunk. Drawing and drawing, soon, a vivid girl came out of his pen, the girl's curves are exquisite, unobstructed, there is a faint shyness in the girl's eyes, and there is a faint smile on the face, in short. Li Fangfang captured Ma Chunyu's soul, and this painting is definitely a top grade.

After the painting is done. Li Yifang showed the painting to Ma Chunyu, Ma Chunyu saw that he had nothing but the handful of hair on the painting, his face instantly turned red like a boiled shrimp, and instinctively reached out to snatch the painting back, what is the matter with such a painting left by a man's side?

Li Fang naturally refused to destroy such a proud work, between the disputes, Li Fang hugged Ma Chunyu, nephrite warm fragrance in his arms, Ma Chunyu wore nothing, looking at his eyes were full of worship and infinite love, at this moment, Li Fangfang, who was full of blood, no longer wanted to suppress himself, and hugged Ma Chunyu and put it on the dry straw.

There will be a second time for this kind of thing, Li Yifang is a person who has come over and knows the truth well, so he left Ma Chunyu in a hurry on the second day of the incident, left Tianjiazhai, and didn't even have time to pack his luggage, he left in such a hurry, he just didn't want to see Ma Chunyu's complaining gaze.

Because he understood that it was impossible for him to have a result with Ma Chunyu, in order not to let her fall too deep, and in order not to let himself sink, he could only choose not to say goodbye.

After returning to the imperial capital, he would often think of this girl at the beginning, but as time went by, as soon as he had more things, Ma Chunyu's face became more and more blurred, and his back became farther and farther away.

Until one day more than 20 years later, he saw several familiar landscapes in the photos washed out by his youngest son, high and low terraced rice fields, Miao girls smiling like flowers, clear river water, slightly old stilted buildings and mottled long wooden bridges connecting people on both sides of the river.

This qiē suddenly appeared in front of him, and the woman who had long been blurred in his memory gradually came to life, but he couldn't remember her name for a while.

Anyway, he never seemed to ask what the girl's name was, but he only heard others call her name, but he himself rarely called her, because he didn't have to call her, he would appear in front of him, laugh with him, cry with him, be sad with him, and be frustrated.

But he still left her behind.

So, that day, he learned that the exhibition was on display in the exhibition hall of the Academy of Fine Arts of Q University, and he couldn't help but run to see if the scenery painted by the little classmate was still the same as back then, and to see if the Miao girl in the pen of the little posterity was as fresh and tender as the woman in his memory.

That day, he didn't see the little classmate who painted, he saw the scenery of the little classmate's pen, and he also saw the Miao girl Yang Jinzhu in the painting, looking at the care and love of the little classmate on Jinzhu's face, he seemed to see that the girl back then was also like the girl in front of him, and her eyes were always shining, so he made an exception to Jinzhu and commented on the little classmate's painting.

Later, he saw the large terraced rice field painting as a prop in Li Ruizhong's TV drama trailer, and he couldn't tell why, but he impulsively wanted to buy the painting.

However, when he learned that the other party was not selling, he seemed to be relieved, and then he let go of this matter, and naturally let go of his memory.

But more than half a year has passed, and this good son suddenly asked about this past, which made Li Fang's heart suddenly panic.

You know, he didn't tell anyone about this past, after returning from Tianjiazhai, he locked up all his painting tools and paintings for two days, and he has not opened the seal for more than 20 years.

It's been more than 20 years, and the past that has not been touched by no one for more than 20 years has suddenly been turned over, who will think about it, right?

After Li Yifang finished asking, he saw that his son suddenly closed his eyes, and slammed his right hand into the steering wheel with a fist, the expression on his face was disappointed, angry, and even more shameless.

"What the hell is going on?" Li Fang asked.

"Congratulations, you have another son, and a son who can inherit your mantle." Li Ruizhong laughed mockingly.

"What nonsense?" Li Fang looked at this son, his eyes full of confusion.

"I'm messing around, I'm messing around and I didn't get killed, I'm messing around, I'm fooling around, I'm fooling around, I'm messing around, I'm ......messing around, I'm

"Wait, what do you mean? Who do you say gave birth to my son? Li Fang finally grasped the point, and his face was full of disbelief.

How can it be? He and her have only had a one-time love of fish and water, how can the other party have his son?

Besides, even the girl back then didn't know who he was, how could her children know who he was? How did they come to the door?

"Who else? How many women have you ever had outside? Li Ruizhong still sneered.

"Presumptuous, who do you think of me?"

"Dad, the root of our Li family is to like the new and hate the old, don't be in a hurry to deny it, from your grandfather to me, which one is not so?"

"The more you talk about it, the more unreasonable it is, your grandfather had to escape because of a change in the family, and then he didn't communicate with his family for more than ten years, he thought that there was no one at home, and it was a tragedy caused by a special era." Although Li Fang also complained about the events of the year, he was unwilling to speak ill of his elders in front of his juniors.

"Hmph, what about grandpa, what about grandpa and his little sister?"

"What little sister?" Li Fang was asked.

He has never heard his father mention any little sister, he only knows that his father was a country man Langzhong before he entered the city, but Langzhong must be apprenticed, there is a master, there are naturally brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters or something, Li Yifang only knew that his father **** when he went back once, so he also went to his hometown that year, wanting to see what relatives there were in his hometown, but unfortunately, he was found by his mother's people before he could find anything.

Could it be that my father also has a person in his heart? .

(To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you again for your support.

Although I rarely ask for a monthly pass, it doesn't mean that I don't care about the ranking of the monthly ticket list, I'm just lazy, but I'm a little thin-skinned, and I'm afraid that asking for a ticket will cause disgust from my relatives, so it depends on everyone's mood to vote.

I didn't expect everyone to give face, so I said thank you again.