These paintings painted by Mr. Wen made my heart tremble.

How could a good person change his painting style so much in his later years?

Knowing the general origin of this Huanghuali bookshelf, Pang Guang and I hurriedly said goodbye.

Before leaving, we asked Wen's father about his birth date and date of death. I just said that I wanted to burn more paper money ingots for the old man when I went back.

Nawen Muya took off the frame of her glasses, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

"Little brother, let's be honest. My father has been dead for more than three years. In the past few years, I have really missed him! I don't know how to feel warm in my heart when someone came to visit me today!

Little brother, I should thank you! ”

After bidding farewell to the Wen family, Pang Guang and I seized the time again and immediately visited the second household.

This second family is the writer to whom Boss Yang said that he sold the price of Huanghuali trees for the first time.

Painters, writers, all of them are people who are engaged in culture!

We also contacted by phone in advance, first to the author's family.

This writer's name is Liang Maoquan, and it is said that he was only in his early 30s when he died, and he died young, but he was pitiful for his daughter-in-law who became a widow at a young age.

Pang Guang and I were sitting in the car, and Pang Guang had already started searching for information about this Liang Maoquan with his mobile phone.

"Yo! This kid was very popular when he was alive! I heard that the manuscript fee can be sold for tens of millions a year! Pang Guang said as he squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, his tone full of envy.

I said, "What's the use of being famous?" At a young age, my life is gone, I have a life to earn, and I have no life to spend! ”

"Hey! Wouldn't that be the fulfillment of his daughter-in-law? In her twenties, she inherited a large inheritance and became a rich woman overnight. Then find someone to give birth to a second spring. If I were his daughter-in-law, I would have to thank Liang Maoquan's eight-generation ancestors! ”

The family of the deceased we contacted on the phone was Liang Maoquan's wife, He Man.

I told Pang Guang.

"If you have any words, think about it in your heart, you can say it in the car! When you get to the place in a while, don't talk too much. lest the families of the deceased feel uncomfortable. ”

When we arrived at He Man's current home, what Pang Guang said was indeed right, He Man had really remarried. The new home of the young couple is arranged in the most prosperous Jiangbei villa area in the eastern city, and it seems that He Man's current economic conditions are really good.

After coming home, He Man was the only one at home. Because now there is more than an hour left before the time for ordinary office workers to get off work.

He Man also made a special request on the phone, while his current husband has not yet gotten off work, let us come over as soon as possible, and go back quickly after asking any questions, and don't disturb her current life.

Pang Guang and I entered He's house, and He Man was wearing a black silk nightdress, his hair hanging lazily on his chest, a white mask on his face, and a foot mask on his feet.

Although this woman is not very beautiful, she is very temperamental. The woman who is rich and nurturing and inherits Oita's legacy is really extraordinary.

When it comes to He Man's deceased husband, this woman also has something to say.

"To be honest, Mao Quan, I originally wanted to live with him for the rest of my life! But who would have thought that he would leave so early! ”

He Man was affectionate and a little melancholy, as if he was not lying. After all, He Man and Liang Maoquan are young couples, and they were not rich when they got married.

He Man hung a thin e-cigarette stick around her neck, and she took a puff of the e-cigarette, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, vaguely recalling.

"When I first got together with Maoquan, my mother's family didn't agree at first. Mao Quan doesn't have a stable job, it's just a write, he earns 3,000 or 5,000 a month, he has no house or car, and he doesn't have anything at home!

But at that time, the relationship between the two of us was really good! ”

"This shows that Ms. He is also an emotional person, otherwise she would not have married your deceased husband." I'll answer it by the side.

"Ugh. If you want to talk about feelings, it's not all counted! He Man smiled.

"Maoquan was very good to me when he was alive, he had 100 yuan on him, and 99 was given to me. He is not greedy, does not drink, does not engage in prostitution, does not gamble. Cook a good meal, clean up the house, and have a peaceful temper and personality, it is really rare for my husband to be able to do his part! ”

He Man recalled his future with Liang Maoquan back then. I couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas! It's all about making people. It would be good if he lived a lifetime like that, who would have thought, and then he wrote about madness, money is there, and life is gone! ”

According to He Man's recollections, that Liang Maoquan used to be a writer of the Internet, living on a fixed full-time money, and he didn't have much ability.

At that time, He Man was a good person in Liang Maoquan, He Man opened a store to sell clothing, and his own business work was harder, but he made a lot of money.

A few years before the two got married, He Man was supporting the family. The male protagonist is inside, the female protagonist is outside, and the life is quite leisurely.

Until, the Huanghuali bookshelf on that side was carried home by Liang Maoquan.

He Man said.

"Mao Quan liked to read books when he was alive, and there were not 1,000 books at home, but 800 books. The bookshelves were full, and Mao Quan went to the second-hand market to look for a new one.

At that time, he saw the old bookshelf of Huanghuali, the boss wanted to sell it for several thousand, I thought it was expensive, but Mao Quan really liked it. That's when I paid for the bookshelf.

It seems that not long after buying this bookshelf home, Mao Quan suddenly seemed to be a different person. He became more and more crazy, he became addicted to writing, he didn't know where he got so much inspiration, he wrote every day from morning to night, and he didn't even eat or sleep.

At that time, I felt sorry for him, and I advised him to rest, and he stared at me with scarlet eyes. Then yell at me, let me get out!

Mao Quan used to write rural texts, men and women weaving in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, taking materials from life, plain and bland, but that is also the matter of our husband and wife!

But then, it seems, overnight, he activated all his talent for writing. Mao Quan was crazy, he couldn't let go of the volume, and in one day, he actually wrote more than 80,000 words!

Moreover. The type of Mao's manuscript is also completely different from before! He began to write about the aesthetics of violence, about the supernatural, about the horror...... I've read what he wrote, it's so scary, it's eating rats raw, it's killing people and disemboweling it, it's a war of divine beasts or something, I shudder when I see it! ”

When He Man said this, he took off the mask on his face, hugged his chest with his hands, and his body trembled slightly.

"I think Maoquan at that time seemed to be a psychopath, but the more bloody and violent things are, the more famous they can be. Mao Quan's book became famous almost overnight, the manuscript fee was overwhelming, various copyright adaptations, and countless websites asked him for manuscripts.

But at this time, Mao Quan chose to cut his wrists! ”