Forty-eight years old.

Late at night.

Hara got up from her bed, she carefully did not wake Haight, and walked to the workshop on her own.

A woman who is close to fifty years old no longer has the same moving appearance as she used to be, time does not have any tolerance for her, and crow's feet have climbed into the corners of her eyes.

But at this moment, the woman's eyes have a special charm.

She picked up her paintbrush and sprinkled paint on the blank canvas, her eyes lit up.

When Hola was completely obsessed with her creation, Haidt didn't know when she appeared behind her, leaning against the doorframe and looking at the drawing woman with doting eyes.

Finally Hola finished her work.

Haight walked up behind her, looked at the male figure made up of squares and cloudy colors, and asked:

"What is this?"

She replied:

"It's you. ”

Fifty-one years old.

The woman stood on the stage, and in front of her were thirteen young students, most of them frowning at the canvas in front of them.

You must know that on the stage is the master who has created countless epoch-making works - Ms. Hera.

Being taught by her was a dream for countless people, and everyone was nervous after waiting for Hora's proposition, for fear that they would accidentally ruin this precious opportunity.

Only a young man with a calm face did not hesitate to begin preparing to paint the moment he heard the question.

Waiting until the third student also began to paint, Hora stepped off the podium and walked leisurely from crowd to side, occasionally looking at this person's canvas and the other's work.

Some of the students who had blank canvases finally couldn't hold on to picking up their pens and started working when Hola passed by, while others forced themselves to calm down and continue to conceive the picture in their minds.

Wait until the last person stops writing.

Hola walked up to the calm man who was the first to write:

"Not bad. ”

When everyone heard this, different eyes came one after another, some people suppressed jealousy in their hearts, some put envy in their eyes, some let admiration show their faces, and some people had already guessed that Hola would give this evaluation.

Hola walked over to another man in his thirties, who had just begun to paint in the penultimate period:

"Your work should be the best in the room, better than him, but in my opinion, he is a genius, born to paint, the kind of person who can survive by painting even if he doesn't work hard.

"But you're not, you're the one who got to this position with hard work, I know, you're not a descendant of the nobility, your parents aren't rich, you're thirty years old, and you've only come this far, you couldn't have relied on this to feed yourself when you're young, why should you persevere. ”

The man groaned earnestly for a moment:

"I wanted to paint, so I painted, Master Hara, you're right, I did have a hard time, but the pain wasn't that hard compared to the joy that painting itself brought me, so I didn't hold on, I just kept going. ”

Hola nodded:

"Then move on. ”

Fifty-three years old.

Haight's Beloved, a depiction of a stunningly beautiful woman, was sold for £13,400.

Fifty-five years old.

Two of Hola's students have made a name for themselves in the world of painting, and the younger one is known as a genius.

Fifty-six years old.

Hola and Haight adopt a daughter.

Fifty-seven years old.

Hola completes the work "Home".

Sixty years old.

Haura's younger students completed the work "Soul", which was full of praise.

Sixty-two years old.

Older students spent three months completing the work "Inheritance" and sending it to their teachers.

Same.

The younger students completed the work "Self", which was unanimously praised.

Sixty-four years old.

The older students completed the work "The Underworld", which shocked the world.

Sixty-eight years old.

Hola stood on the balcony of her villa, looking at the swans splashing on the artificial lake in the living quarters.

Haight walked up behind her:

"Your student is so welcoming, he comes to visit you a few times a year, and it looks like he really appreciates you. ”

Hola already has noticeable wrinkles on her face:

"Everybody's achievements are his own, but he's a good kid. ”

Although Haight doesn't look old because of his wealth, he is still very old:

"But I've always wondered why, for all these years, I've never seen your father visit you, you haven't even gone to him, not even a single letter to him, and I've never heard you talk about your family. ”

Hola smiled:

"Maybe it's because I'm very weak-minded, I don't really dare to go back to that place. ”

Haight asked:

"Why? Because your father won't be old?"

Hola lifts her eyelids:

"You got it?"

Haidt says:

"He once told me that he was a man who was favored by time, and I didn't understand what he meant at the time, and I understood the meaning of that sentence until I met him by chance again. ”

Hara was surprised:

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

The old man smiled:

"That's your father, why should I care? If you want to tell me, you'll tell me, I just have to wait, I'm just thinking about it today, if you don't want to say it, don't say it. ”

Hola sighed:

"I don't mention it because it doesn't make sense, and I don't understand what kind of person he is, and I don't even know how he did such a miracle, is he a god?

"Maybe only the moment I die, I will know the answer. ”

Haight couldn't understand his wife's words, but he put his hand on her shoulder.

Because no matter how difficult her words were, her emotions were incredibly clear to Haight.

He knew she needed him.

Haight suddenly thought of something:

"Wait. ”

The man turned and staggered into the house.

Hola looked at him curiously.

After a while, the man came to Hola with a strange compass.

Although it is said to be a compass, and it only has a needle of equal length on both sides, its scale is exactly the scale of a clock.

Haight asked:

"This was given to me by your father, you know this. ”

The woman stared at the compass and muttered in a low voice:

"I even asked him if he was God? He was far better than God. ”

Lotus stretched his hand and picked up the compass and put it in Haight's arms:

"Put it away for a moment, and no, go and get a rope and hang it on you until the day we part. ”

Haidh looked into Hara's eyes and nodded:

"I will, until we part. ”