Mu Bingwei unfolded the painting in her hand and looked at it carefully.

"Are his eyes cameras?"

She found the boy mysterious and funny. It can bring a kind of sunny warmth to people. His smile is beautiful and has an indescribable temperament. This kind of novel feeling is something Mu Bingwei has never felt. The boy gave her some curiosity. She wondered what kind of person he was. Why do you sell paintings in parks?

Mu Bingwei couldn't help laughing at herself, how could she have such a strong curiosity about a stranger? Then Mu Bingwei thought that maybe her spirit was entering a state of self-preservation.

During the day, the woman had brought her too strong a mental impact. She didn't want to think about that person anymore, and she could only get a moment of relaxation by putting her mind on an inconsequential stranger.

Mu Bingwei stared at the painting for a while, and her brows couldn't help frowning slightly. She suffers from mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. I always felt that the unfinished stone bridge seemed so eye-catching. She suddenly had the bold idea to find the boy again tomorrow and ask him to finish the unfinished work. This naughty decision made Mu Bingwei really feel a lot more comfortable.

And the emotions she had just soothed were quickly destroyed again.

Mu Hongyuan knocked on her door and walked in.

"Haven't slept yet?"

Mu Bingwei turned her head sideways and didn't look at him. She hasn't said a word to her dad since today's incident.

"Xiaowei, you have grown up, I took you to see her." Mu Hongyuan said and lightly placed a note on the table in front of Bingwei.

"It's her phone. You can call her, and you won't interfere with what you do with Daddy. ”

Mu Hongyuan paused again and said, "Her attitude is to recognize you." ”

"Recognize me?" Mu Bingwei only said two words, and reached out to shred the note on the table.

Mu Bingwei gave Mu Hongyuan an answer with action, he didn't say anything more, exited Mu Bingwei's room, and gently closed the door for her.

The sun shines on the earth again, and a new day begins.

This morning, Luo Qian miraculously sold more than a dozen paintings. Probably because the day was warmer. People are willing to be greedy for more leisure in the lotus garden.

At about ten o'clock, Luo Qian ushered in a familiar "customer". A short-haired girl - Zhang Fan.

While Luo Qian lowered her head to paint, she quietly sat on the stool opposite Luo Qian, and when Luo Qian raised her head, she had been staring at him for a while.

"You're here?"

Zhang Fan said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? ”

Luo Qian saw Zhang Fan's eyes with tears in his eyes.

Luo Qian deliberately pretended to be indifferent and said, "Sherlock Holmes, how did you find me?" ”

"And the face asked! I went to your house, and an aunt said that you had moved, and told me the address, and I went to your old house again, and your mother said you were here. ”

"It sounds complicated. Didn't I send you a message yesterday about my family? ”

"But you didn't say that you came to the park to sell paintings, just now my aunt told me everything, did you still treat me as a friend!" Zhang Fan's words were filled with tears. "Why did you turn off your phone again, you are so afraid that I will find you?"

Luo Qian said: "If it's a good thing, I will definitely share it with you." ”

Zhang Fan said, "Bastard......" she said and cried to herself.

Luo Qian gently hugged her shoulders and said, "It's okay, your brother is very strong." These things will not break me. ”

Zhang Fan is indeed very sad. Because she knew Luo Qian when she was a child. They are real childhood sweethearts, there is such a big thing in Luo Qian's family, with her delicate feelings, she naturally understands how bitter Luo Qian's heart is at this time. When she saw Luo Qian sitting quietly by the cold lake painting, she felt that her heart was about to break.

"Okay, don't cry, I didn't cry, what are you crying about!" Luo Qian looked at Zhang Fan's teary eyes. Moved in his heart, he gently hugged her to himself and wiped her tears for her. This kind of action is very intimate. Both of them felt a little embarrassed.

Zhang Fan naturally sat up and asked, "What did you mean by sending a message last night saying that you don't want to go to school?" Does Auntie know? ”

Luo Qian said slowly: "She doesn't know yet, I don't dare to say it, but I have this idea." I should share some ...... for my family."

Zhang Fan interrupted him: "Childish. Can you pay off your family's debts by selling your paintings now? If you're really thinking about your family, you should study hard. In the future, when you make a lot of money, you can do more for your family. ”

Luo Qian was speechless for a while. After a few seconds of pause, he said, "I know all of this, but I don't have the heart to study at all." I suddenly felt that if I was away from my father, I would see him for one less day. After saying this, Luo Qian's tears suddenly couldn't hold back.

"That's what you really think."

Luo Qian leaned his head on Zhang Fan's shoulder, letting the tears gush out, and all the tears that flowed out were absorbed by Zhang Fan's down jacket. But he didn't make a sound. Just burying his head and his body convulsing.

Zhang Fan gently hugged his head, and his two lines of tears flowed out without anger. For so many years, this was the first time Luo Qian shed tears in front of her.

For Luo Qian, the difficulties at home are nothing. Life and death are the real fear in his heart. His father's illness could not be eradicated, and he did not know how long his father would survive. After the operation for this disease, it may be fine for three or five years. Some patients die in a year and a half.

It is true that everyone dies. But when he saw that his father's end was not far away, this sadness was unbearable for him.

After crying for five minutes, Luo Qian wiped his eyes vigorously on Zhang Fan's white down jacket. When he looked up, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Hey! You're a man! Very hard to wash ......"

Luo Qian smiled slightly: "Otherwise, I'll take it back and wash it for you." ”

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "No, I'll wash it myself when I go back." Don't work any more today, stay with me. ”

Luo Qian said: "Okay, what are we going to do?" ”

"Drink!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan didn't wait for Luo Qian's reaction, and put away his painting tools very domineeringly. Luo Qian smiled helplessly. She always advocates for herself.

Zhang Fan carefully put the drawing paper into the painting folder one by one. At this moment, Luo Qian saw a paper tube rolled up of white paper being blown down by a gust of wind from the Lianhu Bridge. The paper tube rolls down the steps, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making a gurgling, gurgling sound. Rolling all the way to the bottom of the bridge, when he was about to roll into the lotus lake, Luo Qian's footsteps finally caught up with it.

Its size is the A3 model that Luo Qian is most familiar with. So Luo Qian knew that it was not an ordinary waste paper tube. He picked it up lightly and patted the dust sticking to the outside of the paper tube. Unfolding the paper tube, Luo Qian's expression suddenly froze. The whole body froze there. This is the unfinished painting he painted yesterday.

"She's been here?"

Luo Qian looked around, but did not see a single figure. He immediately ran onto the bridge. There are a few middle-aged people walking on the bridge, where is the figure of that girl!

"Hey, what are you doing on the bridge? I've packed it up, let's go. Zhang Fan urged.

Luo Qian walked off the bridge, carefully unfolded the painting, and put it in the folder. There was a faint pain in his heart, "Since you don't like it, why do you want to take it?" "He hated those who threw away the hard work of others.

Zhang Fan didn't ask much. The two put the stool and easel next to the candy seller's stall, and Luo Qian picked up the painting folder and Zhang Fan and left the lotus garden.

Zhang Fan's family has no one, and her parents sell clothes in their own clothing store. Only came back in the evening.

Luo Qian sat on the sofa at her house, and Zhang Fan made tea.

The two sat down and talked for a long time, and Luo Qian talked about the bits and pieces of these days. chatted until noon, and Zhang Fan personally cooked a few dishes. Luo Qian helped her, but there was a feeling of a newlywed living a small life.

Luo Qian's cooking skills are not good, he can only make dumplings. This was learned by Luo Yuansheng when he was hospitalized. Zhang Fan has been cooking since he was a child, and soon there were three dishes on the table. Zhang Fan took out another bottle of red wine from the refrigerator. And a few beers.

The two of them ate and drank, and the wine became stronger. Luo Qian's words became more. In fact, the pain that Luo Qian had accumulated in his heart was about to burst his stomach, he didn't say it, he just didn't want others to pity and sympathize with him. But in front of Zhang Fan, Luo Qian can be released to the fullest.

His emotions gradually spiraled out of control, and tears flowed out. At the age of eighteen, he finally opened his heart in front of his peers, and he was still so fragile and immature. The strength of the appearance is imposed on him by life, and if he chooses, he definitely does not want to have such strength.

I drank too much wine, said too many things, and shed too many tears that I didn't dare to shed in front of my family.

Luo Qian's head flashed with colorful oil paintings. Because of the alcohol, the world in front of him began to spin, and this rotation looked more like a myriad of pigments fused together and mixed colors. Sketching, there is a bold painter waving the gesture of pen and ink.

Zhang Fan could tell from his misty eyes that he was already drunk and couldn't get drunk anymore. It took all her strength to lift Luo Qian up from the dining table and help her to the bed. She poured hot tea for Luo Qian, put it on the bedside table, and helped him cover the quilt.

At this moment, Luo Qian suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and began to kiss her, this kiss was too sudden, Zhang Fan closed his mouth tightly and pushed him hard. But at this time, Luo Qian's body burst out with amazing strength. No matter how much she pushes, she can't push it away.

Luo Qian's hug made her almost suffocate. Finally in such madness, Luo Qian opened Zhang Fan's lips. Then he began to ask frantically on Zhang Fan's lips. Such intense hugs and kisses made both of them fall into a brief blur.