Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang himself came here once, the year he graduated from university, and the child named Changchang was just born at that time.

Wen Rang has not been here for so many years, just because there are not many close relatives here in the mother's house. After the grandfather passed away a few years ago, the grandmother went to the city to live with the eldest son, and only returned to his hometown this year. .

In fact, there are not many people in Wen Rang's mother's house who want to see him, except for his grandparents.

But what does it matter, he is not welcome anywhere.

The two walked through the long red brick alley, and came to a two-story self-built house. There was a young woman sitting at the door, probably Changchang's mother.

The young woman also recognized Wen Rang, exchanged some polite words with him, and took what Wen Rang was holding.

After entering the room, I saw the photo of Wen Rang's grandfather standing on the incense stand, with a very kind face, and it was frozen in the photo.

After lunch, grandma led Wen Rang to the slope outside the village.

Wen Rang pulled up the weeds on the slope of the graves of his grandfather and his biological mother, placed fruit incense candles in front of the stele, and poured wine.

Grandma said a lot, lamenting that the one who was left behind had a hard life.

Grandma's eldest son, that is, Wen Rang's eldest uncle, treated her very badly, and the eldest uncle's son and daughter-in-law, that is, Changchang's parents, also treated her badly. An old man has lived without the protection of his husband for these years. It is extremely painful.

Wen Rang regretted it very much, regretting that he had been out of it for so many years.

Grandma leaned on crutches, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not very old, and I'm very satisfied to see you a few times, kowtow to your grandma and grandpa and let's go back."

Wen Rang nodded and silently kowtowed three times in front of the two tombs.

On the way back, there were still weeds along the way, and Wen Rang stepped on them, making the sound barren.

It would be good if Jiang Jinjin didn't give birth to him, at least it would be good to have someone to accompany grandma, Wen Rang thought to himself.

If a person is born as a weed, isn't he too sorry for the soil that raised him?

………………

Two days have passed, and He Shishen still hasn't found Wen Rang.

He returned home in a daze and collapsed on the sofa, his tired face was reflected on the large TV screen.

The phone rang again, and He Shishen picked up the phone expectantly again, and when he saw Lei Yuan's number, he pressed the answer again in frustration.

"Boss, Song's side..."

It's the Song family again, and it's the Song family again. He Shishen is about to collapse these two days. He can't find anyone, and the company can't get away.

Like a lost dog, He Shishen only said one sentence after listening to Lei Yuan's summary: "Go find Director He."

He Shishen would not ask He Jiutang for help easily, there was never a problem he couldn't solve, but now, he didn't have any extra energy to go to the cooking company, he just wanted to get Wen Rang back.

After hanging up Lei Yuan's phone call, He Shishen closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then went to the studio again.

Those words on the canvas were still so eye-catching, He Shishen's fingertips traced those words, and he felt regretful again.

He picked up the painting that had been torn in two, looked at it for a while, then found a wide piece of adhesive tape, and tried to glue the painting back.

The workmanship was not good, and He Shishen stuck a little crookedly. He picked up the eraser beside the desk and carefully wiped off the long line drawn by Wen Rang because he bumped into him.

This stroke is so long, it seems that the longing is so long now.

After doing all of this, he held up the painting. Although the painting has been glued, the crack in the middle cannot be erased.

Why, why do I have to be so impulsive.

He Shishen put down the painting and sat in the studio for a long time.

When he first opened this studio, he thought that he would come to see Wenrang to paint in it every day.

As a result, the two lived together for so long, He Shishen often left early and returned late, and the number of times the two of them lived together in the studio was very few.

It turned out that he was always the one who violated his original intention, and the concessions Wen Rang made for him turned into a wall he built.

…………

"Wen Rang disappeared?" He Jiutang sat on He Shishen's office chair, and stopped looking at the computer, "What do you mean missing?"

He Shishen leaned on the sofa like a deflated ball, "I, I quarreled with him, and he left."

"Why are you arguing with him, you, can't you protect him?" He Jiutang didn't care to look at the data, "Where did he go?"

"If I know where he is, can I make him disappear? I've been looking for it for three days." He Shishen closed his eyes and sighed.

He Jiutang couldn't understand, "What did you do to him? You broke up?"

"No points, no, just, I got mad at him..." He Shishen was almost too late for regret now.

"Then your heart is really big, you are willing to get what you finally got."

He Jiutang figured it out now. It turned out that the other party asked him to come here because he didn't care about the company, so he said, "I'm very busy. I don't have time to look at this company for you."

"Then help me find it together." He Shishen showed a threatening gaze, "I remember, you have a friend who is a policeman, right?"

He Jiutang raised his eyebrows, "Call the police?"

"No, just use some means to help me find him."

"It's not that difficult."

But after waiting all afternoon, I only found Wen Rang's ticket purchase record at the train station four days ago, and there was nothing to follow after that.

He Shishen asked Lei Yuan to check the personnel contact of Wenrang's destination, and finally learned that M City is the place of residence of Wenrang's biological mother.

After finding this, He Shishen also knew where Wen Rang had gone.

Just when he decided to go to Wen Rang immediately, He Jiutang told him that Wen Rang had bought a ticket for the return journey, and the departure time was tomorrow morning, at about seven or eight o'clock tomorrow night.

He forced himself to calm down, it would be better to go to the train station tomorrow to pick him up, for fear that Wen Rang would run away again on the way.

The night before he left, Wen Rang handed an envelope to his grandmother, who opened it and found a wad of red cash inside, at least more than 1 yuan.

"Grandma doesn't want your money! You save this money for marrying a wife, ah, just visit my wife more when you have time." Grandma stuffed the envelope back into the other party's arms, with a displeased expression on her face.

Wen Rang shook his head, and asked the old man to accept whatever he said.

"Grandma is not that old, it's useless to ask for so much money, you, it's inconvenient to work, how can grandma feel at ease." Grandma held Wen Rang's two hands, "Xiao Rang is a good boy, grandma knows. "

Wen Rang still refused to give in, after all he had nothing to do, a little money, at least he had done something.

"You." Grandma took out seven or eight 100-yuan bills from the envelope, "Grandma doesn't need that much, here, this is enough, and you can keep the rest to get married later."

Now that this was the case, Wen Rang could only reluctantly take back the envelope.

"Come back next time, remember to bring your girlfriend along, while grandma is still here..."

Grandma babbled a lot, but what Wen Rang was thinking about was whether He Shishen would still like to come.

[The author has something to say: [-] words have been added after the last chapter, and those who have already read it can go back and make up the exam.]