Mr. Qin is always serious

After returning from Chengdu, Wen Lang went to the studio timidly, holding the gift for Bai Ze's parents.

It was evening when he arrived, and the studio had already hung a wooden sign saying it was out of business. There was only Wen Rong in it, standing in front of the drawing board with downcast eyes and sketching carefully. His paintings were always gentle, even if Wen Lang couldn't understand them, but You will also feel soft in your heart.

Wen Lang didn't dare to disturb him, and stood beside him with the box in his arms, while Wen Rong continued to draw as if he didn't know that he was here.

After about 10 minutes like this, Wen Rong finally put down his pen and looked back at him: "How's your time going?"

"Very happy." Wen Lang rolled his eyes, "Brother, when are we going back to Mt. Wuzhong? By the way, bring Xie Dabao along. Without you, Mt. Mist isn't like the Mt. Mist I like."

Xiao Zai Zai started acting like a baby again, and said such cute things, not to mention that Wen Rong was reluctant to say anything to him, even if he was willing, by this time, he would have lost that mood a long time ago.

The elders sat down by the window, watched Wen Lang happily follow him, and smiled helplessly: "There should be a lot of announcements behind you, and you won't know when it will be when you have time."

"You don't have to wait too long." Wen Lang said confidently, "I'm good at pitting Song Li, so it's absolutely fine."

Wen Rong laughed: "Don't bully him all the time."

The dimples on Wen Lang's face appeared again, he didn't continue to say these things, and handed him the gift box he was holding in his hand: "This is a gift I brought you from Chengdu, see if you like it. "

In fact, there is no need to look at it at all, he likes whatever warmth he gives.

Wen Rong glanced at him gently, lowered his head and opened the box. The box was not small, and there were many things in it - Bai Zemeng's pillow and key chain, amber that melted leaves, transparent water in the lake in the mist. There are also a few small blue flowers with withered edges.

Wen Rong's eyes stopped on those flowers, and he was silent for a while before picking them up.

Wen Rong has seen this kind of flower many times before. Wen Lang always made him angry when he was a child, but he was quick to coax him. When he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he panicked. She picked a few small blue flowers next to her and gave them to him, she raised her head softly and acted like a baby.

——"Brother, don't be angry, okay?"

How could Wen Rong be angry?

Such a good little cub, he wished to give him all the best in the world, and he couldn't bear to be angry at all.

It was so before, and it is so now.

Wen Rong's eyes softened, and his fingers lightly touched the edge of the petals, and the place that had withered a little bit came back to life in an instant, it was very beautiful.

He put the little flower into the vase beside him: "Lang Lang, do you have time today?"

"Yes, yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Rong said softly, "It just occurred to me that I haven't drawn you for a long time."

The meaning in the words was obvious, Wen Lang squinted his eyes and smiled: "Then you must come, I'm a very good model, I promise I won't move if you say so."

Wen Rong smiled, stood up and went back to the easel. Wen Lang didn't go, and leaned against the window according to Wen Rong's words, quietly watching him draw.

The surrounding was very quiet, the smoke from the incense burner in the corner curled up, spreading from Wen Rong's place to Wen Lang's feet, and was blown gently by the window, and soon dissipated.

Standing in the smoke, Wen Lang watched for a long time, and gradually realized that Wen Rong didn't seem to have changed over the years, he still loved to wear a white Tang suit covered with embroidered patterns, his eyebrows were peaceful, and he was especially gentle when he smiled.

He painted a lot of tender, beautiful paintings.

But in fact, he is the most gentle and good-looking one.

Wen Lang's heart was soft, he lowered his head and smiled softly, Wen Rong looked at him after hearing the sound: "What's the matter? Didn't you say that you won't move if you don't let me?"

Xiao Zai Zai is super innocent: "I didn't want to move at first, but when I realized that I was such a lucky person, I was so happy that I couldn't hold back."

Wen Rong raised his eyebrows: "How lucky? Because you met Qin Jingshen?"

Wen Lang smiled and shook his head, his brows were soft, and he said the same thing: "Because I met you."

Wen Rong was taken aback for a moment, and the brush in his hand stopped.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled, and he continued, "I'm a ferocious beast, and I still lack a lot of inheritance. I would have been bullied if I hadn't been protected by you... I still remember your appearance at that time, very gentle and gentle. Very precious, ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and then for a cub like me, I started to go into the kitchen, learned paper cutting and making lanterns, taught me a lot of things, and also began to get used to chasing me all over the mountains and plains."

Wen Rong couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you think I'm too fierce?"

Wen Lang laughed along with him: "No."

He walked over slowly, hugged Wen Rong's waist very affectionately, and said softly: "Brother, thank you."

Wen Rong suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot, and he didn't want Wen Lang to see him, so he turned his eyes and smiled: "Since I brought you home, of course I have to take good care of you. In fact, I was afraid that I couldn't take care of you well, but you It’s very easy to raise and coax, the best cub I’ve ever seen.”

Wen Lang rubbed his shoulders, and buried his face on him as he was used to when he was a child, and said in a low voice, "You are also the best patriarch I have ever met, and you didn't even practice cultivation at that time. They obviously need someone to take care of them.”

Bai Ze, the leader of the auspicious beasts, is not considered an adult no matter how old he is before entering the world to practice, and he is truly independent after practicing.

In this way, Wen Rong was only a teenager back then, but it was just him who brought Wen Lang home and took care of him alone for more than 170 years.

The goodness of Wen Rong cannot be expressed in words, it can only be engraved in the heart and in the bones, and it will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

After Wen Lang said those words, he didn't make a sound anymore, and stood there motionless. Wen Rong was a little at a loss, and didn't know what to say, so he could only pat Wen Lang on the back as he did when he was a child, with a gentle voice: "It's okay. It's all good, everything is fine."

Wen Lang didn't think he was good, he always made Wen Rong angry, he didn't know how to take care of others, he was useless.

Wen Rong sensed his emotions from Xiao Zai Zai's silence, and after thinking for a while, he said softly: "Lang Lang, let me tell you about the past."

Wen Lang didn't move, and hummed muffledly.

Then he heard Wen Rong's voice rang in his ears, Jiangnan Misty Rain was as gentle as before, no different from before.

"Before I met you, Heaven did not allow me to enter the world. I stayed alone in the Wuzhong Mountain for more than 800 years. At the beginning, there were spirits and monsters who would talk to me. Later, as the days got longer and longer, some spirits and monsters left. Some of them dissipated, and I was the only one left in the end, that feeling was actually very uncomfortable, cold and lonely, maybe similar to the Huo Zheng you played in."

Wen Lang was taken aback.

Wen Rong lowered his eyes, and then opened his mouth: "At that time, I also liked to stay on the top of the mountain in the mist, looking at the rolling clouds and mists below, and thinking about how to get to the end. I have thought about this question for more than 2000 years, but in the end Finding that there is absolutely no other way but to end your own life."

The ancient monsters were born from the heaven and the earth, and they cannot be disturbed by foreign objects.

This is the case with Bai Ze, and it is also the case with the glutton who lost his mind and crashed to death in the foggy mountain.

Wen Lang has acted in the lives of countless people, and has seen countless joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the inheritance, and he can empathize with them to some extent, and his heart is suddenly so heavy that he can't speak.

He buried himself on Wen Rong's shoulder, sucked his nose heavily, Wen Rong patted Wen Lang's back comfortingly, and his voice was still gentle: "I'm just lingering on the mountain in the mist, and I didn't expect anything, but Suddenly one day, a fluffy little cub appeared in front of my eyes, staggered towards me, and called my brother in such a soft voice... From that time on in the past, it came to an end. "

Wen Rong's voice softened along with his eyes: "I wanted to name him, but I always felt that it was not a good idea. I searched the dictionary more than 100 times before deciding on it. I was afraid that I couldn't take good care of him, so I went to The old dryad in the deep mountain specially learned a lot of things. Occasionally, ghosts from other places passed by the foggy mountain, so I bought some small things from them to coax the cubs. Slowly, slowly, I no longer think about those disappointing things thing."

Wen Lang raised his head when he heard the elders say that he was a baby, and stared at him blankly, his eyes were a little red.

And Wen Rong's words continued, he seemed to be trapped in memories, seeing old things in the old days, his eyes brightened.

"This cub is obviously of the blood of a fierce beast, but he is very silly and sweet. He likes to bask in the sun and eat fruits. He runs all over the mountains and plains when he is happy, and runs all over the mountains and plains when he is unhappy. Occasionally, he will make me angry, but it will not take long. Come over with a small flower in your hands to admit your mistake, and smile at me with folded ears."

"He is a little cub who likes to laugh very much, and he is also very gentle in his bones. Although he often loses his temper, he can be coaxed with a piece of candy, and he will come to hug me when he is embarrassed, and act softly and softly."

"He seldom cries. I took him home for more than 170 years. I saw him cry once because I didn't go home for five days. He thought I didn't want him anymore, and his eyes were red from crying. You know he How good is he? He was so sad, afraid that I would feel bad, so he held back his tears, hugged me and said welcome home."

"..."

Wen Rong talked a lot, almost telling the stories of Wen Lang's childhood one by one.

Wen Lang felt that his eyes were so sore when he heard half of it, so he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice in his ear suddenly stopped, Wen Lang subconsciously raised his head, and saw Wen Rong's hand reaching out, and then gently pressing it against his cheek.

The palms are moist.

Warm to the touch.

Wen Lang raised his eyes, and then heard Wen Rong's voice, speaking to him word by word with the usual gentleness.

"I am very grateful that you can come into my life, Lang Lang."

Wen Lang's heart trembled suddenly, his throat moved, but he didn't know what to say.

The two looked at each other, and after being silent for almost 3 minutes, it was Wen Lang who reacted first, sucking his nose heavily.

The heavy feeling just now disappeared in an instant.

Wen Rong took a few tissues for him from the side, and laughed: "They are all such big adult cubs, why do they still like to cry so much?"

Wen Lang refused to admit it: "I didn't cry, I was just moved and couldn't help it."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse that even he himself hadn't expected.

Wen Lang lowered his eyes in embarrassment, Wen Rong looked at him with a smile for a while, and suddenly said: "Actually, I wanted to tell you these words many years ago, but at that time it was more or less... sorry, I hope I don't say it now." Night."

Wen Lang raised his head in doubt, and asked foolishly, "Huh?"

The following words stopped abruptly after hearing Wen Rong's next words.

"You were always afraid that I would throw you away, weren't you?"

Wen Lang paused with his fingers, without denying it.

Of course Wen Lang was afraid. Wen Rong and him were neither related nor related, and there were differences between ferocious beasts and auspicious beasts. In addition, his inheritance was incomplete, so he was not a likable cub at all.

The gluttonous cub who looks carefree, the thing he feared the most when he was a child was losing his home, and that's why he didn't like taking naps.

He was afraid that Wen Rong would disappear when he woke up.

but--

Wen Lang raised his hand to touch Wen Rong's hand on his face, and laughed: "Brother, that's all in the past, and I don't think that way anymore... I am also very grateful that you came into my life inside."

Wen Rong rubbed his hair: "That's good."

After finishing speaking, looking at the little boy in front of him with his head bowed in embarrassment, he changed the subject with a smile: "Okay, calm down and go back to continue working as a model. I agreed to stay still and don't go back on my word."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

This painting took another few hours, and the dusk outside the window was replaced by a dark night with a gentle breeze.

When the wall clock passed eight o'clock, Wen Rong finally put down his pen: "Okay."

Wen Lang leaned over to look at it, but Wen Rong turned the easel over: "No."

The little cub tried to be coquettish, but the elder was very principled this time: "You should go back, Lu Qi's cub should come to pick you up at this time."

After finishing the words, Wen Lang's text message rang, and the caller was automatically voiced, and it was Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang: "...cough."

Wen Rong smiled: "Go back, I happen to have something else to do, so I won't see you off, remember to send me a message when you get home, and let me know you're back."

Wen Lang hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Can I not go back tonight? I want to live with you."

Wen Rong was stunned, and shook his head after regaining consciousness: "There is a mural in Suzhou that is urgent to use, I pack up and go to the airport."

Wen Lang believed it, and replied disappointedly: "Then let me help you pack your things?"

Wen Rong laughed: "What will you pack up, don't make any mess, go back quickly."

The head of the family was so determined, Wen Lang had no choice but to say goodbye to Wen Rong with a nod, and walked outside.

When he was about to go out, he turned his head unconsciously, and saw Wen Rong sitting there with his eyes downcast, the smoke enveloped him, so lonely that he couldn't speak.

Wen Lang's heart twitched: "Brother—"

Wen Rong looked up: "What's wrong?"

He looked at Wen Lang with a vaguely tired expression, Wen Lang pursed his lips, and finally said what he wanted to say: "Find someone to accompany you, someone who can accompany you for many years and a lifetime. "

After the words fell, he didn't dare to look at Wen Rong's reaction, opened the door and walked out directly, leaving Wen Rong sitting alone in the smoke behind him. After 10 minutes of silence, he stood up and walked to the easel in the corner step by step.

The easel on his back was turned around again, and it was not Wen Lang who was smiling next to the window sill, but the elder and the cub watching the sunrise side by side on the mountaintop in the mist.

Wen Rong stretched out his hand, and traced back and forth several times with his fingers on the two fur balls on the painting. After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he took a few steps back and picked up a card from the shelf next to it.

The whole body of the card was pitch black, only a string of inconspicuous gold letters and numbers printed on the back.

Wen Rong looked down for a while, finally picked up the phone, and dialed the number on the card.

"Hello, is this... Shanhai Inn?"

(Finish)

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