"Oh, I should have thought of it! It wasn't a snowy forest just now, it was just an ultra-high-definition picture of it! Rong Kei covered his face, "The Mona Lisa smokes a cigar to hide that it doesn't have that special aroma!" ”

"It's an honor only for famous paintings. In order to protect them, the museum lights a particularly expensive incense every day, for fear of growing a little mildew. A little monster that looked a bit like an eagle flew by, and said coolly, "I wish someone else would have taken care of my rusty skin." ”

"Where will it go?" Wanwan looked at the snow everywhere and swallowed his saliva - something is not good, looking for a landscape painting with snow scenes on a snowy day, the difficulty coefficient is similar to finding a black cat on a black day.

"I don't know!" Rong Jia covered his face with his hands.

"Is there anyone else in her house?" Wanwan asked suddenly.

Rong Ji opened his fingers: "What kind of problem is this?!! ”

Wanwan's tone is as simple as explaining one plus one: "She is a girl, and girls are emotional animals." You heard what the Mona Lisa just said. They don't feel love, so they have to find people who love them, especially during the holidays. ”

Rong Jiao took out his mobile phone, and after a while, he frowned and said: "Well, this is really hard to say, her father is Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty, and later he was poured down several times, and once it fell into the hands of Qianlong......"

"Find the one who loves her the most!" Wanwan covered her forehead in pain, why are boys so stupid!

An hour later, in front of a small two-story villa on Fifth Avenue. This villa is well preserved, and it is estimated that it has received a certain amount of attention from the cultural protection department. It's just that the newly painted white paint is too bright, which destroys the original beauty. Next to the delicate carved door hangs a small plaque that briefly explains the deeds of the villa owner during his lifetime.

Poor Wanwan and Rong Jie's legs were numb, and the snow and cold forest came over slowly.

"Oh, you two are amazing." She shrugged her shoulders, looking unconcerned, and pulled out the key before smiling back.

In the evening, I suddenly got the beauty of the snow scene and cold forest, a majestic beauty, self-confidence, rationality, and a different kind of tenderness for every grass and tree in the world.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Oh, seriously, it took me a little hard to find my way home. This area seems to have been renovated. And the uncle who sells Napoleon on the street is really much younger. ”

"That's not the uncle you said, I'm afraid it's his grandson or great-grandson." Rong Mustard gets up and moves his long legs.

Wanwan glared at him. Rong Jiao tilted his head.

Xue Jing Hanlin frowned, but he was still very polite and said while inserting the key into the door, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about." But I'm going to spend Christmas with my dad tonight. ”

This is also evidenced by her outfit, it is clear that she has dressed up in particular. Wearing a beige coat with hair redone, the most uninteresting black long straight, but ladylike enough.

She also brought gifts. In one hand he holds a plain cake box and a beautifully packaged bottle of red wine, and in the other he holds a large bouquet of pink peonies.

Probably no matter how dissolute the soul is, it will automatically turn back into a good girl in front of her parents.

Xue Jing Hanlin was about to push open the carved iron door of the small villa as he spoke, and frowned slightly when he saw the cobwebs on the door.

Wanwan whispered: "It's been thirty years." ”

Snow Frost stopped his movements, but didn't look back. Her hair looked like a gorgeous black silk in the setting sun.

"Not 12 days, but 37 years." Wanwan said, "We just saw it on Baidu." ”

As he spoke, he held his phone up. In the news, it was written that due to the centennial celebration of the Tianjin Museum, the collection of snow scenes was displayed, and the exhibition lasted only 12 days.

As the treasure of the town, "Snow Scene and Cold Forest Map" has been sealed in the warehouse and carefully preserved, for herself, the past 30 years or so are just a long dream.

However, in this world, in this world, things are not people.

The collector who donated the "Snow Scene and Cold Forest" has long since passed away, and here, too, the building is empty.

……

Unexpectedly, the snow scene Hanlin did not cry bitterly. She just frowned slightly, and gently wiped the small bronze plaque next to the carved gate with her fingertips, the snow fell, and the snow scene read out the words on it one after another, very respectful and very serious, just like a primary school student who had just started school.

“…… In 1860, when the British and French troops plundered the Old Summer Palace, it was exiled to the people, and was later purchased by Zhang Yi, the right attendant of the Ministry of Industry. Since then, Zhang Yi and Zhang Shucheng, father and son, have cherished it for two generations. "Snow Scene and Cold Forest" has been well preserved so far, except for the natural discoloration of the painted silk, there is almost no damage or incompleteness. ”

"It's really short and to the point." Xue Jing smiled and said, "So many things, so many people, that's it." ”

I didn't know what to say in the evening, and finally a very unreliable sentence came out: "From 1898 to 1995, the old man can be regarded as a long life." ”

Xue Jing turned his head, still smiling, his back was straight, and he was holding flowers in his arms, calm and stable.

"yes, almost a hundred years old. It's a rarity. ”

There was a slight tremor in her tail note.

Rong Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you sad?" ”

Wanwan pinched him from behind.

Xue Jing looked at the bronze bell of the chapel opposite, as if he was thinking about something, and he was thinking about it. After a while, she spoke: "Anyway, sooner or later, there will be separation, one day earlier, one day later, what's the difference." ”

Wanwan's mouth grew into a 0 shape. The Number.1 ideological realm of this ancient painting world is indeed different from that of mortals like her. Last year, her father had surgery to cut hemorrhoids, and she was crying to death.

"Let's go, I'll invite you to drink." Xue Jing stuffed the cake and flowers into Wanwan's arms, and smashed the red wine bottle with his hand, the dark red liquid splashed everywhere, and the glass shards were all over the ground, as if something had shattered.

Xue Jing picked up a glass shard and pulled his long hair up. Her facial features look more three-dimensional this way.

Rong Jiao pulled the moon that had just come out at night, so that Xue Jing could take the opportunity to take out a tissue to wipe his tears.

The houses on Fifth Avenue are half luxurious and half dilapidated, depending on whether they have been valued by the cultural protection department, or whether they have been converted into high-end restaurants by some rich tycoon. But there are also some houses that are exceptional. They have been converted into chic, lovely houses with brand-new carved iron gates. The walls are crawling with wisteria, and there are cats shuttling in the small yard. Tourists can only stand outside the iron gates, guessing and envying the quiet life of the people in the house.

Of course, such dwellings are actually gathering places for goblins in the neighborhood. They are here to drink, brag and solicit business. The snow scene took them to the most upscale of them. A well-cut suit made of materials is displayed at the door, making it difficult to tell whether it is a bar or an old-fashioned tailor's shop.

"That's how life is," said the proprietor, a pot-bellied monster, who came out from behind the counter with a cigar in his mouth and placed a large draft of beer on the sturdy wooden table, "I used to be the town house of this house, and the children of this house, you don't know how cute she is." I watched as she was wrapped in a towel and carried back, crumpled - and she died within two years of getting married, in childbirth. I hate her husband. His wife gave birth to a child and was still drunk. ”

The monster said as he wiped the glass carefully, but a tear welled up in his left eye.

It was made of bronze, but the crumpled little baby girl had tore a crack in the hard bronze, and tucked softness and pity into it, filling its chest.

From that moment on, "it" became "he".

"Life is really full of sorrow and misfortune." In the evening, the fingers are crossed, and the eyes look at the lines of the wooden tabletop.

The snow scene and the cold forest did not say a word. Pick up a large draft of beer and drink it directly.

Rong Jiao opened another bottle of beer and leaned on the sofa to watch the ball game.

……

Rong Jiao finally noticed that Xue Jing, Uncle Monster, and Wanwan were all looking at him with a very, very "gentle" look, and it was already more than 20 minutes later.

Rong Jiao tried to adjust the atmosphere, got up and said, "Hey, are you going to have Christmas dinner tonight?" ”

Uncle Monster had taken off his suit and put on the apron that pastry chefs were all about.

"Oh no, I eat canned food at night, I have to make some cookies for the orphanage kids." The uncle shrugged his shoulders and began to play with soap.

Xue Jing had already dried three pots of dark beer - she seemed to be only interested in beer from the moment she walked through the door.

Unexpectedly, Xue Jing pushed away the wine bottle and stood up: "I'll help you do it together." ”

Uncle Monster took out such and such ingredients from the refrigerator, looked very happy, and said, "Great, I'm going to make tens of thousands of cookies today." You don't know how shrewd the little scoundrels at the orphanage are. If you give money, you will only smirk at me. When there are small cookies to eat, I smile more sincerely. ”

The world needs a little love, and it needs a little sweetness, even if it's just a little bit, and it makes the most indifferent people feel nostalgic.