He didn't hang up right away, muttering softly, "I hope you won't regret the decision you made." He raised his voice again and said gently, "Goodbye." Then the phone was hung up.

Han Fu broke out in a cold sweat, what he said was very similar to the person in his dream.

"Decide? What was decided? "He can't figure it out." Is there anything wrong with buying a painting? He laughed, "It's ridiculous." ”

The sky was clear and warm, but a gust of wind unexpectedly set off outside, pushing open the window. The wind poured into the house, and it was cold for a moment.

A soft mist of incense filled the surroundings, as if it was sent by the wind. After struggling a few times, Han Fu's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and then he leaned against the wall and slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, he was swallowed up by the tide.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a sea of clouds separated by clear water. There is no pain of drowning, but an infiltration of soft waves. In the turbulent sky, Han Fu just stared at it, staring at the tranquility and beauty that he had dreamed of.

It had been a long time since he had been surrounded by such tenderness, ever since he had stepped into that ancient town, gazing at the people around him in despair, and finally towards death.

The dim clouds drifted away, and daylight filtered through the clouds. The sun shone against his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hide it. But the light was short-lived, and soon a dark cloud covered the heavens and the earth. Tears rained down from the dark sky, just like Han Fu's own tears. But the tears were only for a moment, and the rain soon stopped, and the sky was still overcast.

The man in the dream has a strange power, an invisible hand that pushes him out of the water.

Floating on the water, it turned out that he was in the lake. In front of me is a quaint covered bridge, and the covered bridge is empty. Suddenly, he was suffering from gains and losses, as if someone was waiting for him from above. But in the blink of an eye, there is only a covered bridge standing.

"Are you waiting for me?" Suddenly, there was a faint hesitation in my ears.

The light sound is like a wisp in the ear. Han Fu's eyes widened. "This ......"

There was no one around, and he was still in the middle of the water.

That invisible force took his hands and took him away from the lake and straight to the covered bridge. Wandering on the covered bridge, there is nothing else to think about except the feeling of emptiness.

Here, here, there is a familiar feeling. Han Fu slowly recalled, and finally pursued those boundless dreams.

"Another dream?" He muttered quietly.

As I pondered, the clouds cleared, revealing the afterglow of the setting sun. Although he regained his light, he was still sad.

When he looked at the sunset, a figure floated beside him. Trying to grab the man, he passed through Han Fu's arm and walked forward as if no one was around. Han Fu immediately followed, but unexpectedly he turned into a cloud of smoke when he got off the bridge.

Going down the bridge is a different story.

When night falls, the sunset colors the sky. Then the moon slowly rose, the glow faded, and the sky shrouded. The breeze is blowing, and there is a faint light on the Lanxie by the water, faintly like a human population.

Han Fu walked over hesitantly, and finally stopped. Inside, there was a young man looking over the courtyard from the balustrade, his face half-hidden by the mist from the incense burner.

The young man slowly turned his head and finally looked at Han Fu.

"Please come in."

Han Fu hesitated, and then realized that the young man was not talking to him, but was greeting the people behind him. He turned to see that he was a strong man in the form of a servant.

"Master, the people from the Wei Mansion are here again."

The young man sighed, "It's been a few decades in a row, you can't let them eat this closed-door soup all the time, hurry up and welcome each other." ”

"Yes." The servant departed.

The vision suddenly turned, and the huge mansion had become a desolate hut. Han Fu stood in the corner, looking at those who were crying with pity.

Why are they being held here? What kind of sin is this? Han Fu was full of questions.

Then I heard someone say, "Come here, all of you." Han Fu looked at him, and the person was actually a young man leaning on the railing of the water pavilion.

"Master, what can I do in the future?" The maid and servant cried.

was not disturbed by the disaster, he still retained his demeanor and charm, "I expected that there would be today, so I privately saved 120,000 yuan in Hongfeng Cabinet Workshop." Mrs. Qin took 20,000 yuan, she has been seriously ill, and some money is good for the future. The two nephews each take 10,000 yuan, and you must remember the master's instructions and never forget the teachings of the saints. Master Liu has been with me for many years and takes 8,000. The maid and the maid each took six thousand. The head of the house took four thousand each, and the rest of the maids and servants each took one thousand. ”

His words pierced the heart.

Everyone in the house wept when they heard this, but he was unmoved, and took out a scroll from his arms, "This is what Mr. Jiang entrusted me back then, I spent half my life working hard and conscientiously just to live up to Mr. Wang's expectations, but unfortunately the lintel is ruined, the house is sparse, and today I can only hand over this painting to Liangyu for safekeeping." ”

He put the painting on his hands, Liangyu held back his tears, and said, "I will live up to the second master's entrustment." ”

Liangyu's tears finally fell on the yellow silk.

Han Fu's heart ached faintly, but the picture in front of him did not spare him.

Soon the house was scattered, and the young man was taken away. Without any struggle, he calmly closed his eyes and waited for a hopeless future.

The pyre beneath his feet was lit, and the fire burned brightly. Han Fu panicked and went up to untie the rope in an attempt to save him. But this is an illusion in the end, and no matter how hard he tries, it is useless.

"Wake up." Han Fu called him in a panic.

Unfortunately he couldn't hear anything, but in a moment he tilted his head and died.

The bound youth was engulfed in flames, and Han Fu couldn't help crying. The fire of unknown truth also burned his soul and brought endless mourning.

The fire burned everything away, and the surroundings fell silent.

Han Fu still did not flee from the horror of witnessing death just now, so he had to wander in the dark.

"I haven't seen you for years." A familiar voice came from the depths.

Han Fu walked silently towards the source of the sound, but at the end was a lonely empty court. Look around and stop in front of the verandah.

The water drips down, making it more tranquil.

A confused figure appeared on the verandah, and he said, "To meet is fate." If you continue to wander, you can only be at the mercy of fate, leave early, you should wake up. ”

Han Fu asked: "I was stunned by the smoke and was you the devil?" ”

He turned his back to him and shook his head, "I'll see you when you sleep at night." The figure didn't want to say more, and quickly disappeared.

There was gradually light in front of him, and there was consciousness in his body, and Han Fu slowly opened his eyes. Crystal chandeliers and lavender wallpaper all confirm that he is in the restaurant where he made an appointment with porridge!

Han Fu calmed down a little, forcibly suppressed what he felt in his heart, and did nothing for the time being. Quietly observe the movements around him, especially keeping an eye on the agent porridge.

The porridge in front of him was eating steak casually, and there seemed to be nothing suspicious. After falling asleep, the headache was still there, and I barely managed to hold back so that nothing would go wrong.

He put his hand on the sofa, but unexpectedly touched the scroll. I picked it up and quickly unfolded it, and took a closer look, but I didn't see any mistakes.

Han Fu's actions attracted the attention of Porridge, "Mr. Fu, do you have any questions?" His voice was mixed with a plausible indifference and detachment.

"This painting has to let me verify the authenticity, if it is a fake, it will be difficult to handle." Han Fu pretended to be friendly and tentative.

"Yes, yes." The other party readily agreed.

So he asked step by step: "What about 50,000 dollars?" ”

Porridge wiped the sauce from his mouth with a napkin, "Just send it to the card later." "To put it simply, I don't care about the amount of money at all.

Han Fu took a sip of wine, and things were even trickier than he imagined.