Dumb painter giants grudge

Well, when He Shishen came home from the party, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

The house was dark and there was no sound.

On the way back, he concocted a lot of words, and for some reason, he seemed to have figured it out. If he wanted to, he would pretend that Song Li didn't exist.

After all, Wen Rang is a person who will leave when he says he will. He Shishen has discovered it since the day he moved here to live in Fuda Garden.

Wen Rang would never buy anything that might stay for a long time, nor would he bring his old things over from Wen's house. He lived here like a temporary tenant and would leave at any time.

Therefore, He Shishen was very scared, afraid that he would leave his territory.

The lights in the house were turned on one by one, and the door of the master bedroom was pushed open, but no one was there.

How can I say this point should have already slept, since it is not in the master bedroom, it may be the guest room.

The door of the guest room was closed, He Shishen knocked on the door, waited for a while, but when there was no response, he knocked again.

Still no response.

————————Is he asleep?

———————— Still don’t want to talk to me?

———————— Am I pushing too hard?

He Shishen stood at the door and waited for a while, then turned and went back to the room. Since Wen Rang did this, let's calm down with each other.

In fact, Wen Rang was already on the train to M City.

Taking the night train is always tiring, Wen Rang woke up again after not sleeping for a while, and the figures walking back and forth in the carriage always made it difficult for him to calm down.

It would be dawn in a few hours, Wen Rang had to hurry up and get some sleep, otherwise he would not have the energy to take the bus after getting off the train.

At around six o'clock in the morning, Wen Rang got off at the train station in a small county town, found a place to eat, bought something and went to the bus station.

After buying a ticket for nine o'clock, Wen Rang sat in the waiting room to rest.

He opened the data, and WeChat jumped out with a few unread messages.

He: Are you asleep?

He: If you are asleep, let's talk about it tomorrow.

He: I want to have a good chat with you.

The time showed that it was twelve o'clock last night, and Wen Rang was already on the train at that time, and Wen Rang probably started to squint and take a nap at that time.

It seems that He Shishen went back quite late last night, Wen Rang looked at the time and estimated it.

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He Shishen got up and knocked on the door of the guest room, "Are you awake?"

There was still no response from the room, and He Shishen didn't think too much about it: "I'll make breakfast, and I'll come down to eat when I wake up."

However, it wasn't until He Shishen finished his breakfast by himself and no one came down that He Shishen felt that something was wrong. He went upstairs and opened the door of the guest room, but there was no one there.

--------Where did he go?

———————— Was he not there last night?

He Shishen rushed downstairs to the studio. The door of the studio was ajar. When he went in, he saw that the studio was still the same as the day before. The drawing paper that had been torn in half was still on the table.

He glanced at it, and his eyes fell on the canvas on the easel. Wen Rang left him a sentence on it with a marker:

[I'm out, don't come to me. 】

-------go out?What does go out mean?

———————Is he gone?

-------What should I do?

He Shishen took out his mobile phone and directly dialed the other party's number, only to hear "the other party is not in the service area" from the mobile phone, and he couldn't get through even if he tried to make a WeChat call.

It was obvious that Wen Rang was deliberately avoiding him by doing this.

He Shishen rushed back to the bedroom to check to see if Wen Rang had any luggage or anything, but it seemed that the other party only took away the mobile phone charger and the wallet in the drawer.

"Hey, Lei Yuan, there is something..."

When He Shishen arrived at Wen's house, Wen Rang was already on the city-country bus.

"My second brother?" Wen Yi, who was about to get in the car, met He Shishen who had just got out of the car at the door of her house.

He Shishen nodded, and said worriedly, "Has he ever come back?"

Although Wen Yi didn't know what was wrong, she answered him honestly: "I went back yesterday afternoon, but I left when it was getting dark. What's wrong, Mr. He."

"No, that's right, he was angry with me and didn't go back." He Shishen was a little embarrassed.

Wen Yi seemed a little surprised, "That's right, but he didn't tell me where he went, do you want me to let my elder brother and the others help you find it?"

"Don't bother you, I will solve it, then, I will leave first."

"Okay then, bye."

Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief looking at He Shishen's car going away.

In fact, Wen Rang told Wen Yi yesterday that no matter who came to him, he said he didn't know. When Wen Yi asked the reason, the other party only said that he went out for a walk and didn't want to be disturbed.

After leaving Wen's house, He Shishen really couldn't think of where to find Wen Rang, so he walked around and finally came downstairs to the company.

He Shishen was lying on the steering wheel, that sentence came to mind.

"I'm out, don't come looking for me."

He didn't even know where to find him, he knew almost nothing about Wen Rang, he didn't know where he usually liked to go, he didn't know what else he liked to do, and he didn't know what friends he had.

Friend... Do you want to ask Song Li to ask someone?Song Li's heart, even if the other party didn't tell him, He Shishen could also see it.

But Song Li was a bit more capable than Zhang Boping, at least He Shishen had never put Zhang Boping in his eyes, and He Shishen had to guard against Song Li.

After all, the order of appearance between people is always important.

He Shishen wouldn't fully believe what Song Li said, but it's not up to him to decide whether it's true or not. As for some things, only Wen Rang nodded.

Song Li just didn't say clearly that he was interested in Wen Rang, but he had already publicly declared war on He Shishen through the details.

If Lei Yuan hadn't found out through some internal information, He Shishen would not have thought that the hidden name of the 'WF' was not 'Princess', but 'Concubine Wen'.

It was precisely because of this that He Shishen planned to have a good chat with Wen Rang.

Wen Rang completed the new appearance design of the new generation and 'WF' for the Song family without He Shishen's knowledge. He Shishen could turn a blind eye to it, but he couldn't let Song Li exist between them indistinctly.

Wen Rang got out of the car in a village full of red brick houses, carrying a few bags and looking around with a bag on his back.

Not long after, I saw an old woman coming over with a cane, accompanied by a five or six-year-old child.

"Xiao Rang!" The old woman waved to him.

Wen Rang took off his peaked cap, and ran over with his things.

The child timidly hid behind the old woman, and the old woman patted the child's head, "Xiao Rang, grandma won't recognize you, you are so tall!"

Wen Rang stood there feeling a little ashamed, and grandma took his hand, "Come on, let's go home, this is your cousin's child, Changchang, quickly call cousin."

The child named Changchang called Wen Rang his cousin in a low voice, and then ran away by himself.

Wen Rang has not been back here for many years, he is much stranger to this place.

Not long after Jiang Jinjin insisted on giving birth to Wen Rang and died, Wen Rang was taken back to Wen's family. During the first few days of the full moon, the Jiang family also came to look for the child, even though Wen's father had given the Jiang family a large sum of money before.

But Jiang Jinjin's parents, that is, Wen Rang's grandparents, insisted on having a child, but in the end to no avail, Wen Rang stayed with Wen Rang's parents to grow up.

After Wen Rang grew up and became sensible, he probably knew about it when he was in junior high school. Wen’s father also brought him here twice, once to visit Jiang Jinjin’s grave on Qingming Festival, and once to see Wen Rang’s grandfather die in his sophomore year. .

The father and son came together only twice, both for the deceased.