Qin Feng was a little upset, and left after saying a word to Chu Chu and Meng Zhaojun.

Walking on the street, the autumn rain didn't know when it would fall again, with a slight chill, Qin Feng tightened his clothes, smoking a muffled cigarette in the crowd of people walking in a hurry, a little depressed. When he was about to chat with Wan Xiaoyang or the lame man, he saw the little fat man running in a hurry and stopped him.

"Why are you going?" Qin Feng asked.

"Brother Feng?" The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "I talked to Brother Wan and them about business before, this is not a sudden rain, I hurried back to give the old beggar a whole day, before I came, I opened the door curtain, the wind is strong, he is going to be drenched." ”

"Let's go together, it's fine." Qin Feng Dao.

The little fat man nodded, looking at Qin Feng's distraught look, and muttered in his heart that this looks like it's okay? But thinking that the old beggar was going to be drenched, the little fat man was not in the mood to ask more, so he hurriedly took Qin Feng to a bridge in the East Tianhe River, which was some years old, and there was a vacant space in the bridge hole, in which a tattered tent was set up, and an old beggar was lying inside, but the tent curtain was open, and the wind and rain poured down the bridge hole, but the old beggar didn't care, and he didn't say anything when he saw the little fat man come back.

Qin Feng walked along the side of the bridge to the bridge hole, the open space was the river, extremely dark and damp, the old beggar was wrapped in a few dirty clothes all over his body, and he was afraid that it was also extremely wet, Qin Feng frowned and asked, "Why didn't you find a place to live?" ”

"It's not like you just got a job." The little fat man said while cleaning up: "I just thought about finding a house to rent in the past two days." ”

Qin Feng nodded, and glanced at the old beggar, the old beggar's face was very clean, full of wrinkles, but there was a sense of indifference in his eyes, like a generation of masters, and in fact, when Qin Feng saw the hideousness that occasionally appeared on his arm, he frowned slightly.

The hideous appearance seemed to be branded, extremely hideous and disgusting, and the cyan pattern could be faintly seen, but he didn't say much, and when the little fat man put the tattered tent and the old beggar inside, Qin Feng said: "You go and get busy, I'll talk to him." ”

The little fat man nodded, looked at the old beggar, and said, "He is Qin Feng, the one who saved me, you talk to him first, anyway, I will buy you wine and come back to drink." ”

When the old beggar heard the wine, he nodded, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "You go." ”

The little fat man left in a hurry, Qin Feng looked at the old beggar, sat next to him, handed a cigarette, the old beggar took a cigarette, and after Qin Feng lit it, he took a puff, the smoke was quickly blown away by the autumn wind, and he said, "I thought no one would help him." ”

"I'm more curious about your identity than him." Qin Feng pointed to his arms, legs and feet, and said, "The limbs were obviously picked off by someone. This kind of torture is rare. ”

"There is nothing to say about some of the past events."

Qin Feng smiled: "It's not easy for you to pull a fat man alone. ”

"I owe his father his life." The old beggar took a puff of cigarette, but fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it, Qin Feng picked it up and put it to his mouth again, and said, "No wonder, but when are you going to tell him about his family history?" At your current state, you can burp anytime and anywhere. ”

"Don't you think you don't know he'll at least live?" The old beggar asked rhetorically.

"That's right."

"Who the hell are you?" The old beggar suddenly asked, his voice a little stern, with a slight killing intent.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you and what is behind him, I help the fat man purely because I have a relationship with him." Qin Feng shook his head, ignoring the killing intent on the old beggar's body, and said, "After all, after I came back, he was my first friend. ”

"Thank you."

The old beggar restrained the killing intent on his body, and said solemnly like an ordinary old beggar.

"Let's talk, I'll talk about my business, I've been back for a few days and there have been more messy things than before, I'm a little uncomfortable." Qin Feng did not shy away from telling the old beggar about the things from his return to the present, except for the fact that he killed Ou Tianhao, the rest of the things, including the things that were rewarded, did not hide anything, the old beggar did not interject and just listened quietly.

And at this time, on the bridge.

Yan Xiaomeng looked at the vast Dongtianhe with some distraught, and felt a little regretful in his heart, feeling that he shouldn't force Qin Feng to do things he didn't like to do, but he wanted to apologize, but his little daughter didn't want to go, lying on the railing was a little bored, Errols squatted aside, how did he look like that world-class painter, and no one would think about it, just as if he saw an old madman.

"Master, I'm sorry." Yan Xiaomeng smiled bitterly: "I may really not be able to help you." ”

Errols sighed, a little frustrated, and said, "I should have thought of it too, after all, that Qin Feng has a bad temper. ”

"He's actually a nice guy." Yan Xiaomeng hurriedly said: "It's just that you said his parents yesterday that he was very unhappy, after all, his parents have passed away." ”

"You like him a lot?" Errols asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I like it." Yan Xiaomeng didn't care about the autumn rain, he felt a slight coolness on his cheeks, and the boredom gradually dissipated, and said: "But he's very different from before, where it's different, it's different, and recently he's done something wrong and angry with me, I... I don't even know what to say about him, but I just like it. ”

Errols nodded and said, "I still like that." ”

"Alas, forget it, don't talk about him, the master will talk about your inspiration, I still don't know what you saw that inspired you, and I haven't been able to draw it until now." Yan Xiaomeng asked curiously.

Speaking of this, Errols sighed, scratched his messy hair, and said with a little memory: "That was ten years ago, the winter in Denmark was colder than now, that day was your traditional Chinese New Year's Eve in China, that is, to put that good luck song, I saw in a small alley, the young man was lame on one leg, fighting with two wild dogs in the heavy snow, you know, when I first saw the eyes of the young man, my heart was going to tremble, it was emotionless eyes, like a beast, He lay on the ground eating the ribs, and like a wild beast roaring at those wild dogs, I swear, it was definitely not human feelings, like a man, and he would not cry out in pain even if the wild dog tore and bit him. ”

Yan Xiaomeng's heart trembled, and said, "What about later?" ”

"Later? Then there was the miracle look, you know, when the music was changed to the song Lu Binghua, I saw that beast-like young man crying, he cried, but there was no sound, you can't believe it, the two wild dogs didn't dare to move after seeing his tears and then ran away with a wail, it was a pair of desperate eyes that made you feel that the end was coming, but in that look there was hope and determination that you couldn't give up, when I came into contact with that look, I even had the urge to commit suicide. ”

"You know, the hopeful hope of helplessness with a spark in it, that's the most heart-wrenching, I want to portray that, but, but it's just a little bit, it's almost there!" When the master said this, he pulled his hair painfully: "It's just the last point, but I don't know where it's wrong after thinking about it for ten years." After that night, I went to look for him again, but I only saw the burned hukou page, and no one told me where he went, and no one knew. ”

"Why didn't you help him then?" Yan Xiaomeng was a little uncomfortable and asked.

Errols was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head solemnly: "You didn't see those eyes, I swear no one would dare to come forward to help him when they see them." ”

"Do you remember what he looked like? You should be able to draw it, right? Yan Xiaomeng asked eagerly.

Errols shook his head painfully and said, "As long as I see him, I must know it's him, but I can't draw it, those eyes have become my demons, I think of him when I think of that person's eyes, I can't even paint a painting in the past ten years..."