your voice is delicious

As soon as Tang Tang got into the car, before he could react, he was hugged tightly by the person in the driver's seat.

"Shen...Brother Shen?" Mu Lin was trembling deeply, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his body, he exhausted all his strength.

He whispered in Tang Tang's ear: "Why didn't you tell me..."

"You left a note."

Tang Tang patted the man's thick back, and raised his chin slightly to rest on his shoulder.

"Because you didn't see it...it feels like an excuse to say it."

"Fool." Mu Lin rubbed the head of the man in his arms deeply with his big hands, and relaxed.

Then he said: "That night... the night you were 19 and drunk, I also left a note."

Tang Tang was taken aback, and just about to speak, the person holding him suddenly smiled and said: "We are even, we haven't seen the note left by the other party."

The tone was a little regretful, but more relieved, he knew that brother Shen was not so entangled anymore.

Tang Tang raised his head and pecked Mu Linshen's face lightly, "Maybe after missing it... there will be a better encounter."

"But this time I can't miss it again." The man stroked his palm, and then clasped his fingers together, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his face was full of joy, "After all, I have a new home, so I have to go home no matter what."

"Hey." Tang Tang rubbed against Mu Lin's deep chest, then pushed away the man's arms, sat down on the co-pilot, and made the action of Ultraman flying to M78, and said in a confident voice: "Go home Slightly—”

At the end of August, before Mu Linshen's school started, the two moved into their new home.

The ideal three bedrooms and one living room, they custom-made a new bookcase, which occupies half of the big wall.I bought some art racks and moved Mu Cen's posthumous works into the room one by one.

"You're done!" After finally putting the last painting on the easel, Tang Tang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Moving paintings is a big project, because some paintings are easy to be damaged after a long time, so the two spent nearly a day carefully moving these works into the study room of their new home.

"Thank you." Mu Linshen took out his freshly squeezed orange juice from the refrigerator, poured out a glass and handed it to Tang Tang.

A certain person licked his lips after drinking a glass of "gruff, gurgle", returned the empty glass to the man with a smile, and said coquettishly, "I want more~"

Mu Linshen shook his head, "You're drinking too fast, please take your time, I'll pour a glass and put it on the table." The man frowned slightly, and said with reproachful eyes: "You can't drink it if you just took it out of the refrigerator. , hurt the stomach."

Tang Tang stuck out his tongue, indicating that he knew.

Seeing him like this, Mu Linshen could only smile helplessly.

He knows Tang Tang too well, he knows it on the surface, and he will do similar things next time.

It is typical to forget to eat but not to fight, but he is also willing to spoil him like this.

Mu Lin took a deep look around the study room they had arranged, and his eyes finally settled on a painting on the easel in the center of the room.

It was painted by my father and hadn't had time to finish, his watercolor head.

The man stepped forward, stared at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Tang Tang, help me finish it."

Behind Mu Linshen, Tang Tang secretly went to the table to get orange juice, and then said "ah?"

His eyes followed the man to the painting.

"Finish it?"

"You mean..." Tang Tang's pupils suddenly dilated.

Mu Linshen: "Well, there should be a way to finish the painting, right?"

Tang Tang began to feel uneasy, and stepped forward to hold his brother's hand, "It is possible, but..."

He raised his head slightly, and at this time the sunset outside the window was gradually setting, and a faint red was sprinkled warmly on the man's face through the glass window, soft and firm.

He retracted his gaze, looked at the watercolor portrait that could only be vaguely recognized as Mu Linshen, and asked, "Are you sure? This is the last work of my uncle..."

Although unfinished, it is significant.

After all, the person in the painting is Mu Linshen.

The man shook his hand back and nodded, "You finish it."

He hugged Tang Tang into his arms, rubbed against the fragrant black hair, and said in a leisurely tone: "When you finish painting, we will hang this painting and your watercolor portrait on the bedroom wall, like It's the same as the wedding photo, okay?"

Tang Tang laughed out loud, hit the man's chest, and said shyly, "Who wants to marry you."

But he still dare not promise Mu Linshen to complete this watercolor portrait.

…This is Mutzen’s posthumous work after all.

Mu Linshen: "You don't need to worry. For me, I was incomplete before, but after having you, I am complete."

"So I also hope that this painting can be completed. The two most important people in my life created it together. I am very moved."

Tang Tang understood what Brother Shen meant, and he nodded.

Like some kind of handover ceremony, he took over the fragile Mu Linshen from his master.

"I didn't understand why my dad was so stubborn before. He obviously majored in oil painting, and his professional skills are very good. Many rich people wanted to buy his works. After that...he didn't want to paint oil paintings anymore."

"He created watercolor paintings that were not easy to preserve and had a lower status. Even if he was poor, he insisted on painting these works."

Surrounded by old and broken watercolor paintings, Mu Linshen seemed to suddenly understand.

"Just like I quit athletics and I refused to sign with an agency, I never loved them."

"I've been... all for you."

The purpose of practicing track and field is to run out of the development zone of Z City, and strive to become powerful and run to Tang Tang's side.

I want to sign with a brokerage company in order to shine on the stage, and then...be able to be a match for Tang Tang.

But these have not been realized, but he has the ultimate goal he most desires.

So Mu Linshen never regretted it.

Tang Tang's eyes were slightly red, and he raised his head and wrapped his hands around the man's neck.

Looking into those deep black eyes, he smiled and said, "Compared to the eternal classics, I also love the magic of water."

I like you more than anything else.

July 7 of the next year is the anniversary of Mu Cen's death.

Tang Tang and Mu Linshen got on the ferry bound for Z City Development Zone again.

In fact, he has always wondered why Brother Shen didn't take his uncle's ashes with him, but stayed in the Z City Development Zone.

Although staying in his hometown also has the principle of "falling leaves return to their roots", Mu Linshen did not place Mu Cen's ashes in the cemetery.

Tang Tang didn't realize it until he saw the woman kneeling and crying in front of Mu Cen's small mound.

The familiar cherry flavor flooded his mouth again, and he understood what Brother Shen wanted to do.

"Jiang Yunjiao." Mu Lin took Tang Tang forward and put the bouquet in his arms beside the small mound.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up, his face was a little moved, and he said, "You're finally here."

Mu Linshen dug Mu Cen's ashes out of the small mound, and the three went to the cemetery together.

Along the way, Jiang Yunjiao kept choking up, but couldn't say a word.

Tang Tang held the man's hand a little uneasy, his eyes lingering between Mu Linshen and Jiang Yunjiao.

The other hand couldn't help curling up its five fingers and clasped the palm.

His hair was suddenly messed up, he raised his head in confusion, and met the man's smiling face.

Mu Lin said deeply: "Fool, what are you thinking about?"

In an instant, the anxiety in my heart dissipated.

Tang Tang shook his head embarrassedly.

Jiang Yunjiao is also 39 years old this year. As a middle-aged woman, her face is obviously a little more vicissitudes.

But the traces of the years still haven't covered her beautiful face.

The three of them buried Mu Cen's ashes in the tomb with a shovel and a shovel.

Mu Linshen spent a lot of money to buy the best place in the cemetery, and finally buried his father.

Immediately, there was a silence.

The three of them stood in front of the tombstone without speaking first.

After a long time, Jiang Yunjiao said the first words after meeting them: "I like Brother Cen for many years."

Mu Linshen lived in City X with his parents until he was 3 years old.

It's just that he was too young at that time to have this memory.

At that time, Mu Cen was the intensive training teacher of the best studio in X city.

And Jiang Yunjiao is his student.

Although the two are teachers and students, with age difference and different social experiences, they have strikingly similar concepts in painting.

At that time, Mu Cen was a well-known training teacher, and 90.00% of the students under him were admitted to the ideal academy of fine arts.

But at that time, Mu Cen lived a miserable life.

He felt that no one understood his world, and he didn't like his job, although he did a good job.

This is undoubtedly a more painful thing, because even if he doesn't like it, he can't give it up.

He has a wife and children, and life pressure.

His wife doesn't know much about art, and the most frequent words in his ear every day are "the price of this dish has increased again" and "the grandmother next door cheated on the young guy".

Mu Cen began to forget why he married her in the first place.

To be honest, most of the art students who come to the studio for training are for further studies.

They take the art test as a way to get into a good school to make up for their lack of cultural courses.

These children are more inclined to learn quick skills than pure love.

In the studio, they pulled Mu Cen, each of them looked like a chick waiting to be fed, looking for a way to improve his painting skills.

Mu Cen became insensitive, and no one could understand him.

The appearance of Jiang Yunjiao shakes this man who gradually began to obey the society.

Most of the students who come to the studio for training are from families with acceptable conditions.

But Jiang Yunjiao is not. Her parents are dead, she relies on part-time jobs to save money to train in the studio.

Mu Cen gradually discovered that this pretty, seemingly weak girl was firm and strong in her heart.

She loves art, understands the soul in Mu Cen's works, and she comes for Mu Cen.

It's like a long-distance traveler alone in the desert, and the rain meets the rain after a long drought.

He finally found someone who understood him, and his life was lit up with hope.

Mu Cen took good care of Jiang Yunjiao. During the training camp, he cared about her both in study and in life.

He loves this girl dearly, but he cherishes this hard-won person who understands him even more.

The man wants to teach Jiang Yunjiao everything he has learned in his life, hoping that she will have a bright future.

However, Mu Cen was suddenly reported by the students.

Said that he was in love with Jiang Yunjiao as a teacher and student.

What absurdity!

Just when Mu Cen was going to try his best to refute this untrue statement and defend his and Jiang Yunjiao's reputation.

The girl clenched her fist and confessed to him, "I like you."