Jiang Li put on her coat and hat, and she went out with the tight drawing board of her bag.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and as soon as Jiang Li walked out, he felt a layer of mist on the ground, and even his vision was a little hazy.

They walked in the rain for half an hour, Wang Cuihua pushed open the gate of her yard, and Jiang Li followed in.

After they entered the house, they took out the coat and hat, Jiang Li was wearing thin, and his whole body was frozen after this trip.

Wang Cuihua hurriedly went to the house and brought a basin of hot water: "Jiang Li, come and burn your hands to warm up." ”

"Thank you, Sister Wang."

Jiang Li put her hand into the enamel basin with red flowers on a white background filled with hot water, and the warmth in her hand was transmitted to her whole body, and she soon stopped feeling cold.

"Sister Wang, go and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Wang Cuihua then remembered that she was already soaked, she quickly went back to the house to change her clothes, and when she came out, she still had a towel wrapped around her head.

She took a towel and stood beside Jiang Li, and as soon as Jiang Li took her hand out of the water, she took the initiative to hand the towel over.

"Thank you, Sister Wang." Jiang Li quickly wiped his hands clean.

Wang Cuihua led her into the house, and the man lying on the bed was already dying.

He was sluggish, withered, and couldn't open his tired eyes when he saw them come in, but his mouth was slightly open, and his mouth made a whining sound.

Wang Cuihua hurriedly put her ear to it, and kept urging: "What are you talking about?" What do you say? I'm here, I'm listening. ”

The man's mouth was still indistinctly whining, and Wang Cuihua was so anxious that tears were about to flow out, but she couldn't hear clearly.

Jiang Li opened the drawing board and took out the paintbrush, she was ready.

While the couple were communicating, Jiang Li stared at the man and looked at him seriously, carefully observing his facial features and facial contours.

Jiang Li looked at it very carefully, and soon he knew it in his heart.

The two communicated for a while to no avail, seeing that the man was getting worse and worse, Wang Cuihua finally reacted, there was one more person in the room, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned her head to look at Jiang Li: "You just draw him healthier and have a little more smile on his face." ”

"Okay, does Sister Wang have any other requirements?"

Wang Cuihua shook her head, feeling that as long as Jiang Li could do these two things, it would be very good.

Wang Cuihua sat quietly at the end of the bed to accompany her husband on the last journey, and Jiang Li began to bow her head and take a serious portrait.

The man's state is getting worse and worse, and Jiang Li's pen speed is getting faster and faster.

At the same time, several sneaky figures also sneaked into Jiangjia Village in the rain.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, splashing on the ground, washing the mud even more muddy, and the fog around it was getting thicker.

Today's rain was so heavy that the villagers couldn't work, so they all rested at home.

There used to be no one on the road in the bustling mountain village, except for the sound of rain crashing on the ground, the whole world was quiet.

The man named Nijo wiped a handful of water from his face, and now he is not only soaking wet with his clothes, but also from his underwear.

"Damn, it's raining so hard and you have to run out, it's really eight lifetimes of mold!"

"My shoes are soaked, and my body is frozen like ice."

Sanjo shuddered, feeling that his frozen actions were a little unfavorable.

"I'm so cold, I want to go back to sleep."

Sijo was so cold that he kept swinging, if it weren't for the money given by the master this time, he wouldn't have gone out in the rainstorm if he was killed.

"If you don't come out now, when do you want to come out? Do you want to come out when the sun comes out? So many villagers are looking at you and you can do it? ”

The man called Miji was the boss of their small team, and he pushed them back with a single blow.

As soon as the boss spoke, everyone stopped complaining and didn't dare to say anything.

Miji glanced at them and saw that they were all honest, so he took them to Jiang Li's house.

"Two of a kind, three of a kind, if you rush in for a while, you will immediately drag people down, don't let them have a chance to resist. Four, you have to move fast for a while, and the two children can grab one of them. ”

Mi Ji gave orders to his three brothers, and they complained that they were still very united when it came to making money.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

After receiving the task, the eyes of the three people instantly became sharp, as if the person who kept complaining before was not them at all.

According to the information they had, they advanced rapidly after entering the village, and finally stopped when they accurately found Jiang Li's house.

"Is this it?"

"Although there is more than this earthen house in the northeast, the most broken and smallest must be this one, so it shouldn't be wrong."

The four of them stopped at the door of a dilapidated mud hut, and they stood at the door for a while, quietly discussing for a while, and then began to work after making sure that this was the place.

"Two-of-a-kind, three-of-a-kind, four-of-a-kind, you three climb in from the yard."

The so-called courtyard is nothing more than a fence more than a meter high, with a gate in the middle.

The door is usually closed at will, both inside and outside, and some families will use a chain to prevent children from escaping on their own.

The lock on the door of Jiang Li's house, they could only climb in.

Three soaking wet men helped each other push each other in.

They stood under the eaves in embarrassment, shivering from the cold, but their faces were a little grim.

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk ......"

Seeing that his companions were ready, he rhythmically knocked on the fence door outside.

"Who?"

……

Jiang Li put down the pen, Wang Cuihua stood up excitedly and asked, "Is it done so quickly?" ”

"It's done."

Wang Cuihua ran to Jiang Li and looked at her husband who was lifelike on the drawing paper, and her tears fell as soon as she brushed it.

Jiang Li's portrait is exactly the same as when her husband was not sick.

If only my husband's body had always been so good, his smile was always so bright, and he could have been so healthy.

"Well drawn, well drawn! I didn't believe it when I heard the people in the village say that your portrait is amazing, but now that I have seen your portrait with my own eyes, I believe their words. ”

After Wang Cuihua said this, she seemed to remember something, and quickly took out two yuan from her pocket and stuffed them into Jiang Li's palm.

"That's the two dollars that were promised to you, and you received it."

"Thank you, Sister Wang."

Jiang Li finished what she had to do, she put the money in her pocket and put it into the space by the way.

"Sister Wang, take care of yourself, I still have children at home, so I will stay soon."

Wang Cuihua nodded and continued to stay by her husband's side, she clenched his cold hand and decided to accompany her husband on the last journey.

Jiang Li wrapped up the drawing board, put on a hat, put on a good coat, and went out in the rain.

Jiang Li was worried about his younger brother in his heart, and his mood was also gloomy.

She didn't dare to make too many stops, and hurried home with her head down as fast as she had come.