I turned around sharply and threw myself straight to the man's bed, my hand trembling a little and holding the man's hand. Astonished by the thinness of his hands, I felt as if I had touched a skeleton directly, this person's face was thin, and those eyes were cloudy with the gentleness that I was familiar with. I instantly condemned myself, how could I be afraid of him, I wanted to see him so much, he taught me all the skills to draw and paint, and I was afraid of him now?

He Wu's lungs were panting heavily, whirring and heavy like bellows, and they sounded painfully panting. He seemed to understand the entanglement in my heart and my contempt for myself, and he smiled slightly, as if he was afraid of scaring me, and he waited until his smile disappeared before saying, "You don't have to touch me, you can stand farther away." My lung disease is not contagious, I just want to die here. And also...... I want to ask you for one thing. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll get you a doctor." I say.

He Wu laughed silently again, "My wish is that after I die, I can bury it anywhere, I can scatter it in the river, just don't let that person find me, you know who I'm talking about." ”

Of course I know who he's talking about, but I don't want to promise him this, and if I do, it would be like an indirect acknowledgment that he is about to die and leave this world.

I...... Don't want to admit it.

As if he thought that I would be refusal, he raised his hand slightly, as if pointing under the quilt he was covering, I hesitated for a moment, and asked him, "Do you want me to take out something?" ”

He nodded.

I walked over and lifted his bed, and was shocked to find that there was a lot of money in it, I had never seen such a thick amount of money.

He said, "This is a reward for you, and you must take it." Because I still have something to ask you to do for me, only you are willing to help me, Xiaohai. ”

I stuffed the money back under his bunk and silently told him that I would refuse, but his begging look made me a little reluctant to say no. When I was in a dilemma, a person came in from outside, and when I looked up, I looked at him, and it turned out that this person was my father.

Seeing that I was not surprised, my father put the boiling water bottle in his hand at the head of the bed, found a cup and poured some boiling water into it to cool it slowly, and took out some vegetables from the lunch box, held them with chopsticks, and prepared to feed He Wu some to eat, but he refused, saying that he could only drink a little water.

I have grown so big, I have never seen my father show such an unbearable expression, his hand holding the food, slightly trembling, I can see from the green tendons in his forehead that his mood is huge, I am worried that he will stuff the food into He Wu's mouth in the next second, and hurriedly take the chopsticks into his hand, urging my father to go out and do other things.

The father stood there and hesitated for a moment before going out.

I took the chopsticks and gently begged why not eat some. Eat some, and I'll grant your request to me. He Wu seemed to be struggling with himself, and finally sighed, opened his mouth to eat some of the food I fed, drank some water, and lay there with a painful expression.

I saw him lying there even more in bad spirits, as if with it

When he was about to go, he panicked, and wanted to say something that would catch his attention, so that he could raise some spirits: "What are you asking me to do?" ”

He heard my question, and sure enough, he came to his senses, his eyes began to focus on me, his mouth moved, I heard the dull breathing in his chest, and I gently patted his chest to tell him to speak slowly.

"You take my money and go to town to buy a cake and come back, just cream."

I repeated his request a little inexplicably, and he nodded, and I held back the curiosity in my heart, and did not dare to disturb his rest any longer, so I withdrew and went to town to buy a cake and came back.

When I came back, He Wu was resting, and I was afraid of disturbing him, so I put the cake aside, and found a small stool to sit there and wait for him to wake up. His breathing would be a little calmer when he fell asleep, and the sound in his chest would be more muffled when he was awake, and I wondered if some agitation would cause his condition to worsen, and I thought I couldn't say anything more to stimulate him. ¥ Aichi Literature ... Better, newer and faster

He slept lightly, and I woke up after waiting a long time, and I wasn't too surprised to see me, and I didn't look at the cake. He motioned for me to open the cake and bring it to him, and asked me to bring the frame, which had been stretched, and set it in front of him.

I did so in a daze, but I didn't expect him to cough and want to sit up, I panicked and hurried to help, and asked him while helping, "Are you sure you can stand up?" If you can't, you can lie down for me, and if you don't obey, I'll take the cake away immediately. ”

He listened to me and seemed to want to laugh a little, but his chest was so uncomfortable that he didn't laugh. Don't use my strength to make yourself do it.

It is hard to imagine that a person as terminally ill as him could be so frightened by the fiery brilliance in his eyes the moment he saw the frame; Such a person, if he is in good health, how shining and dazzling he should be when he holds a paintbrush, and how holy and dazzling he should be like the gods who created the world! But he didn't even have the strength to sit up on his own, and his hand trembling a little even with the paintbrush, but he still held the brush tightly and began to pick up the pure white cream from the cake with the spatula on the side and spread it on the canvas.

I didn't know what he was going to do, so I just watched from the side in a daze as he picked up one color of cream after another with a spatula and smeared it on the canvas, and then used a paintbrush to occupy the cream of various colors and apply it to the superimposed blend, spreading out the hook line. It seems that only at this time, his body is good, his soul is healthy, and he is still creating a world like a god, and mortals cannot step in. His whole being was emitting a divine light, which seemed to illuminate even the other dark corners of the room.

I had absolutely no hallucinations.

I don't know how long this magical spectacle lasted. When it was finally over, He Wuxiang had exhausted all his mind, and as soon as his hand was loosened, even the paintbrush he was holding fell to the ground, and I knew that he loved this paintbrush very much, so I quickly picked it up for him. He collapsed on the bed like a prostration, and I covered him

Good quilt, wipe off the cream that falls on your body.

When I turned around, I was stunned by what I saw. Because there was a painting on that canvas that I could never paint in my life, and I was devastated by the feeling of wanting to worship reverently from my soul. I thought I was very good, but in front of this picture, I was defeated.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have imagined that he was painting with cream, because the heaviness of his superposition was so similar to the paint of oil painting, and I couldn't imagine that there was a second person in the world who could paint this painting.

He Wu seemed to have exhausted his mind, and fainted briefly for a while before waking up leisurely. His tarnished eyes stared at the painting made of cream, and he said softly to me, "Xiaohai, do you see clearly?" Remember? Before I die, I let you learn this painting. ”

"It can't be."

"Xiaohai, I'm worried that my enemy has a grudge against you because of your help to me, and only if you learn this painting, he won't really deal with you."

"It's impossible, I can't learn it, don't embarrass me, and besides, you won't die."

"If you can't learn before I die, I apologize for the hurt you've caused."

He fainted after saying this.

I understood in a moment why he had come back for this trip, he could have died outside, he had enough money to ask a stranger to bury him, but he came back, he came back because he was afraid of our retaliation. He dragged his sick body, and he didn't know how many roads he walked, just for our family, who once had only a meager help for him.

How can I ...... Wasting his mind in vain?

And from that day on, I practiced this painting with the cream on the leftover cake. After practicing for more than 10 days, he finally imitated a little charm, and He Wu's body became worse and worse, and it became more and more serious.

Finally, on a sunny day, I noticed that his spirit was not normal, his hands were no longer trembling, and he seemed to be extremely strong, and his hands were not shaking when he held the paintbrush. I knew in my heart that this was what the TV called a return to the light.

His parents also hid in the shadows when they saw him in this situation, and they were sad. I understand that they have long regretted some of what they did, but what is the use of regretting? He Wu has already returned, dragging an incurable illness back to save our ungrateful family of three. We don't deserve to cry in front of Him at all.

"Xiaohai, this is the music I made up for the piano, I originally wanted to give you a piano, but now I don't have a chance. You can memorize the song first, and if you can find it in the future, you can play it to her for me. She loved it. ”

"Okay."

I took out the score and stuffed it into my bag.

"Xiaohai, where have you been? I haven't touched a paintbrush for days, my hands are itching, go get my paints and brushes, I'm going to paint a picture! ”

I wiped away my tears and replied, "Hey, here!" ”

He is very energetic today, and his hand holding a paintbrush is also

I didn't tremble, my face was even full of smiles, and I seemed to see his fairy charm flowing around me again. I stretched his frame for him, it was a little crooked, and he looked at me with some reproach, as if he was very dissatisfied with my grades, so he did it himself and stretched the frame more flat.

He squeezed all the paint on the palette, and I diligently poured turpentine for him, and he gave me another look as if complimenting, then dipped some turpentine with a cleaned brush, moistened a little color, and began to apply it to the canvas. When he paints oil paintings, others can't insert them, at this time he seems to be a god in his own world, as if he is cleaning up his own manor, and it seems to be reshaping the world, and other mortals only have a part to observe. And this is already a rare honor.

(End of chapter)