Gossip aside, the book continues from the above

That day, Xiao Chao's painting ability was back up, so he took a sketchpad and other tools and prepared to go out for a walk to see if there were any buildings and landscapes that inspired him. He had been painting plants for several years, and he wanted to change his style by painting landscapes. As soon as he reached the door, an old man grabbed his arm. "Kid, you're a painter, aren't you?" The old man asked.

Xiao Chao turned his head to look at the old man, it was an elderly man, about seventy years old, he was dressed plainly, but he was neatly dressed. The two eyes were full of begging looks, Xiao Chao sighed, took out two hundred yuan from his wallet, and stuffed it into the old man. The old man shook his head and pushed the money back, and took out three hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Chao, and then said to him: "Child, I'm not here to ask for food, I saw you on the poster at the door of the gallery, can you help me paint a picture, the money should be used to buy you cigarettes and smoke, okay?" Xiao Chao smiled, three hundred yuan was not worth writing for him at all, but the old man's eyes made him unable to refuse the old man.

So Xiaochao said: "Okay, old man, but I don't want your money, if you force it to me, I won't paint it for you, let's go, where to paint?" The old man's eyes were filled with joy at once, and he said happily, "Good, good, really a kind child." We went to my house and I had to change my clothes. Xiao Chao stopped a taxi, and the old man told the driver that the place was long after he arrived at the place, and once Xiao Chao thought that he was going to go out of the city. When he got out of the car, the old man paid the fare toughly, and the reason why he said tough was because Xiaochao originally wanted to pay for it, but the old man didn't agree, and said that if he did, he would rather not paint, and gave the driver a lot of money to let the driver pull Xiaochao back. Xiao Chao had no choice but to agree, he helped the old man out of the car, and teased: "You are really a stubborn old man, but I like it, because I am a stubborn guy." The old man and Xiaochao laughed as they walked into an alley. This alley is not far from the river, only about less than five hundred meters away, and the old man lives in the first house of the alley. It was a very old house, and the snow-white walls did not hide his old age, just like the old man. The house is a two-story structure, arranged in a trapezoidal shape layer by layer, and in the middle of the second floor there is a raised attic-style small glass, Xiao Chao remembers that it is called the tiger skylight, which is a very unique feature of old houses in Shanghai, derived from the English roof "roof". It seems that it is really an old building, Xiao Chao thought slowly in his heart and followed the old man into the house, there are many residents in the house, each room is separated by newly installed wall panels, and the inside of the house with an open door is very messy. The old man took Xiao Chao up to the second floor and entered a small room, which was the small room with a tiger skylight. There are very few things in the house, but they are very neat and orderly, and they are placed in a convenient place. The old man asked Xiao Chao to wait for a while and then went out with a package.

When the old man reappeared, Xiao Chao opened his mouth in surprise, and the old man turned into a personable old gentleman, wearing a very classical coat, a classical suit, holding a civilization stick in his hand, and a gold chain hanging on the pocket of the jacket on the outside of the suit, he thought that it must be a gold pocket watch, and a pair of very shiny leather shoes were worn on the old man's feet. If he didn't meet the old man here, but met the old man in a star-rated hotel, Xiao Chao would definitely think that this was the boss or boss father of a certain group.

The old man saw Xiao Chao's expression and smiled, as if all this was expected by him. He said to Xiao Chao: "Young man, let's go, let's go outside and paint, I like the riverside." The old man and Xiao Chao walked to the river, the old man sat by the river, looked at the river in the distance, and then motioned Xiao Chao to start. Xiao Chao carefully drew the appearance of the old man, and while he was drawing, Xiao Chao's heart suddenly felt a little sour. Because the old man's eyes were full of infinite love and hope when he looked at the river. Two hours later, Xiao Chao finished painting the work, and only needed to process and polish it again. The old man's eyes in the painting are so pitiful, the old man smiled and walked behind Xiao Chao, and the old man said happily: "Sixty-one years, you are the best painter I have ever seen." Xiao Chao smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly he thought of something and asked the old man: "Old man, are you expensive this year?" The old man laughed and said, "I'm eighty-four." Xiaochao chatted with the old man for a while and left his mobile phone number for the old man. He was both curious and fond of this old man, he liked the old man's character, and he was also curious about why his eyes were so full of love and expectation, and why it made his heart feel sour.

The next day, Xiao Chao made up the other parts that needed to be colored, and was about to send paintings to the old man. At this time, his mobile phone rang, and after answering the phone, he learned that the old man was now in the hospital, and he immediately rushed over. He cares about the old man very much, although he doesn't know why he cares so much about a stranger who has no relatives and no reason, is it just because of the old man's eyes?

In a hospital in Shanghai, Xiao Chao was taken to the office, and the doctor told Xiao Chao about the old man's condition, and told Xiao Chao that the old man is now back to the light, if the old man has any wishes, hurry up and meet them, don't leave any regrets. Xiao Chao didn't explain his strange relationship with the old man, but just agreed.

The old man lay on his back on the bed, looking out the window. The sky outside the window was clear, and so were the old man's eyes. Xiao Chao took a breath and lifted the fake smile and walked into the old man's ward with the painting: "Old man, your body is fine, it looks much better, I will draw your painting." The old man turned his head to look at Xiao Chao and smiled: "Don't comfort me, I know I'm leaving." Allah is not old and confused, he knows his situation, and Nong knows how to fight. Before I go, I want to tell you a story, and then I want to ask you for something. All right? Xiao Chao nodded. So the old man began to tell: "That was the story of sixty-three years ago, when I was only nineteen years old, and I was a rickshaw driver. One rainy night I pulled the last guests and went to a stall for a bowl of hot ravioli. When I was about to finish eating, I heard the voices of several schoolgirls shouting for help, and I rushed over without hesitation and got into a fight with the hooligans who were molesting the schoolgirls. I knocked out two hooligans and was also hit hard on the head by one of the hooligans. I fell to the ground and was beaten by a few people, but I didn't regret it, at least the students escaped. Suddenly a gunshot rang out, and one of the hooligans fell to the ground, and I wiped the blood from my eyes and looked up, where a mighty officer with a few guards was standing. They picked me up, then rushed up and knocked the men to the ground, until someone said they were disciples of the Green Gang. Then he scolded a few words and said that he was an adjutant of a military commander, and one of the female students they were flirting with just now was the daughter of the military commander. They helped me to take me, and I asked where I was going, and they said that the young lady wanted to see me. The first time I rode in a car was that time. Soon I came to a very beautiful western-style building, a schoolgirl and a noble lady I had seen just now stood in front of me, I bowed my head and did not dare to look at them, my wife asked me to raise my head, and said that I would send my young lady to school and out of school every day in the future, and I also received a large sum of money as a reward for saving people just now. Since that day, I have pursued in my life, no longer running around for how much money I can make every day, but running around to be able to see the young lady as soon as possible, because the days of running always pass quickly. When the old man said this, a faint smile rose on the corner of his mouth, happiness, this is happiness, Xiao Chao saw these two words from the old man's face.

"In the blink of an eye, time flies, I have been pulling Miss through the spring, summer, autumn and winter for a whole year, I know a lot of things about her, she doesn't like Zhang Yang to cry and make a fuss about this family so she agreed not to send a car to pick her up, but on the first day I walked to school and met a bad person. And her father is very majestic, he has been fighting outside all the year round, and rarely comes back, and every time he comes back, the atmosphere at home seems to have frozen. After we got acquainted with these things, the young lady would tell me about them. I also told the young lady about my dream, I want to go to Dora to earn more money and then learn to paint, become a painter, and then I can paint a portrait of the young lady. I gradually fell in love with the young lady, but secretly because I knew that I was just a poor cart puller, just a little deflated in people's mouths. Until one day, after I took her shopping, she handed me a box, and then told me to go home and open it, and then tomorrow I don't have to pull the car, and walk in this dress to pick me up. When I got home and opened the box, I found a precious dress that I had never worn before, and yes, it was the one I asked you to draw that day. I listened to the young lady and walked to pick her up in that dress, and we went shopping and watched a movie together, and although I was severely reprimanded by my wife in the end, my heart was still sweet. We became closer until one day the young lady asked me to take her to the riverside and told me that she liked me, but she was leaving because the Communist Party was going to enter Shanghai, and she didn't say where she was going, but just asked me to come here at 3 p.m. every day to wait for her. She'll be back, that day was my first kiss and the last. Since that day, I have been waiting for her by the river every day, Shanghai was liberated in 49 years, and then there were earth-shaking changes, as well as the Cultural Revolution, and then there was reform and opening up, no matter how time and our country changed, I did not change, and I went there at three o'clock in the afternoon every day to wait for her. I knew I might never see her again, so I asked someone to paint the next picture every three years, and I wanted to tell her that I was waiting for her until the last moment of my life. The old man's eyes moistened as he spoke, there was no grief or complaint, only tears of happiness in his eyes.

Xiao Chao's heart was sad, he tried his best to hold back the feeling of wanting to cry, and said to the old man: "If you have any wishes, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you complete it." The old man excitedly shook Xiao Chao's hand and said, "Really? Are you sure? I have only one request, can I auction all my works at your art exhibition, not for money, as long as someone wants it. I think she might see me wait for her. Xiao Chao agreed, and went to the old man's house to get all the paintings and went to the gallery, and the boss agreed to Xiao Chao's request after negotiation.

At four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Xiaochao received a call from the police station. The old man was informed that he was dead, and died by the river at three o'clock in the afternoon of that day. Xiao Chao handled the afterlife for the old man, called the funeral expenses, when he packed up the old man's belongings, he saw the old man's mouth said that the photo of the eldest lady, the woman in the photo is very beautiful, Chu Chu is beautiful, Xiao Chao buried the photo with the clothes that the young lady gave to the old man by the river. A few days later, the painting was very successful, Xiao Chao took out the old man's painting before his painting was auctioned, and told everyone the story of the old man, although the starting price was 0, but everyone bid to buy the old man's painting and called for the money to find the whereabouts of the eldest lady in the old man's mouth. The last painting is Xiao Chao's painting, and the auction is very fierce, not only everyone thinks that this is the old man's last photo, but also Xiao Chao's first public figure painting. At this moment, a woman shouted out a price that was difficult to shout.

The woman successfully took the painting, but the moment the woman took the painting, Xiao Chao suddenly felt that the woman was very familiar, and when the auction of Xiao Chao's works began, Xiao Chao suddenly remembered that the woman just now was the eldest lady in the photo. It's just strange why she is still so young, Xiaochao let go of the surprised audience and the inexplicable art exhibition staff, and frantically searched for the woman until the security guard said that the woman was gone. Xiao Chao chased out of the door, everyone came and went, where was the shadow of a woman.

Xiao Chao returned to the exhibition, absentmindedly introducing his works, his mind full of the old man by the river and the woman's face. At the end of the exhibition, Xiao Chao returned to the hotel, the moment he took off his coat, a note fell gently to the ground, he picked up the note and looked at it, only to see a line of Juanxiu words on the note read:

Thank you, Xiao Chao (his real name here), I'm late, maybe I should come out to see him one last time. I'm going to find him, and I hope you can be happy too.

At the end of the story, Xiao Chao took back the note he showed me and carefully placed it in his wallet. At this time, I was already in tears, maybe I was just moved by the story, or maybe I thought of myself in short, tears couldn't stop slipping down.