continue to depend on

Later, they still went to church frequently. Every time Mrs. Mai saw Yun Qing, she always asked him if he had found a job. Seeing him smiling and shaking his head every time, she gradually felt a little strange.

Although it is hard to find a job now, if you have studied abroad with a foreign degree, and come back after being gilded, is there no rush in the country?How could it be possible to have no job all the time, but the next time I see this kid Yun Qing and ask him, he will always smile and shake his head the same way.

Later, Mrs. Mai simply introduced him to the vacant position in her brother's company, but Yunqing was always unenthusiastic. Work in a general financial company.

There was a Japanese speaker who warned him, "Young people, there is still a long way to go, and this position is just for experience. After three to five years, who will not be worried about promotion and salary increase? Besides, you have A job, can't life be much more relaxed?"

However, Yun Qing just slightly lowered her head and lowered her eyes to smile, and there was also a bit of bewilderment in that smile.

It took a month for Mrs. Mai to know that he didn't get a degree, and in the past four years, he went to learn oil painting, oil painting!

Mrs. Mai thought, one must be careful about literature and art for tens of thousands of years. If you touch it, you will be poor and poor for the rest of your life!If you are not poor, you will be depressed all your life. There is no real happiness in literature and art. Of course, being arty is another matter.

In the church, in front of everyone, Mrs. Mai couldn't say anything, but at the dinner table at home, she couldn't help it. The small jar of blueberry jam was entangled by her too long and too thin silver spoon. As if, the silver spoon was dipped in sauce, and she went to smear it on her favorite piece of white bread sprinkled with scattered raisins.

Blueberry sauce should be spread on white bread. If it wants to run on canned fish or chicken in meat bun sauce, it is outrageous and outrageous.

"That kid really doesn't know how to love others." Mrs. Mai took a bite of the white bread, and a little bit of blueberry sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth. "Is the four-year tuition fee just to tell him to go wild and play painting? Now it's even He didn't earn a single degree, well, it's his own fault, he didn't get a job, who can blame him! Blame it, blame himself, what did he earn in the past four years!"

Mr. Mai smiled, "Hey, hey, why do you have to be so angry about other people's affairs, and what they are willing to do, we really shouldn't talk about it behind our backs. I think that kid is pretty good, and he will do it in the future." A painter, isn't it pretty good?"

"Have you become a painter? You don't know how many painters die of poverty! If you can't sell them for money, what's the use of painting a hundred pictures?"

Mr. Mai couldn't find any words to refute, so he could only slowly chew the fried fat shiitake mushrooms in his mouth. When he bit into it, it was full of oil, and the delicious and soft texture made Mr. Mai's eyebrows so fragrant that he raised his eyebrows.

After chewing and drinking, as soon as he put the chopsticks away, he leaned back, half lying and half leaning on the back of the chair. Mr. Mai stretched out comfortably, with a vague smile on his face, He said to his wife: "Don't be angry, anyway, no matter how incompetent you are, and you are not our own child, I don't understand why you are so angry."

He yawned, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, as if dozed off. His wife's voice said in a daze, "That's... I always get angry when I see people are ineffective." After hearing this sentence, Mr. Mai was really sleepy, and he only answered vaguely, "Mmm, um."

A few days later, their family attended a ball. Mrs. Mai wore a water-red woolen sweater and an ermine fur coat. The red and white colors complemented each other perfectly on her body, soft and beautiful with a little white, and her lipstick was also painted in water-red. My wife is still a beauty in her 40s.

Mr. Mai stood aside, watching his wife combing her hair in front of the full-length mirror with a smile, and suddenly saw the necklace pendant on her neck, a small amber boulder. The ermine fur looked more and more stupid.

Yin asked his wife, "Where's the ruby ​​pendant I bought for you? Why don't you wear it? I remember you haven't worn it for a long time, and you still have the emerald pendant."

Mrs. Mai grabbed the amber round stone and replied, "This one is plain, plain is good."

Speaking of which, she continued: "Those things, I don't know where I put them in bits and pieces, and I really don't bother to look for them. Sometimes I want to look for them, but I forget them when I get busy. They are like earrings. The little thing likes to play hide-and-seek with people, like hide-and-seek, I am really impatient to find it."

Now Mr. Mai felt strange, thinking that she is usually not a person who is easy to explain, why would she say these things today, but he just smiled slightly and vaguely agreed, "Well, well."

A few days later, I went to church again. As usual, Mrs. Mai wanted to express her love and sent some dessert cakes in a small basket for the priest to eat. Mr. Mai carried the basket for her. Nearly half less than usual.

Mr. Mai was surprised and asked his wife, "Why are there so few? Did you forget to put half of it in?"

"Who forgot to put it in," Mrs. Mai said, "the priest doesn't like these desserts, so I bring a little less."

At this time, the hymns in the church hadn’t started to rise. The bearded priest was sitting on the steps of the second floor, with a thick book of poetry in English spread out on his lap, and the light from the flower window was shining on it. illuminates poetry.

Tell me that story again,

Give me that eagerness again,

everlasting rose of twilight,

Dark clouds are coming,

The wind and rain scattered your colors!

The sad poet lingered endlessly;

Tell me that story again,

Give me that eagerness again,

The wind and rain will take away your colors,

But on that sunny day,

Slow strokes and colors will rebuild you.

……

The bearded priest raised his shining blue eyes and looked at Yun Qing who was sitting next to him, and his deep sigh sounded.

"Should I forgive you in the name of God? Son, but I'm just a father. In the name of the father, I can't even forgive you."

Yun Qing lowered his head and lowered his eyes, with a distant and confused look on his face, he just looked at the mural on the opposite wall, "What's wrong with me," he sighed softly, "I just want to Do what you like, I'm not a crime, you say I don't understand your heart, but you never understand mine."

"Why are you so stubborn?" the priest called him in a low voice. "You make the person who loves you sad, why are you so stubborn? You are like this, telling people that I have not educated you well. I am just doing it for your own good! Being a painter can't beg for food. ."

"I come from England," the priest told him, recalling the past years, "I have met three painters in my life, one was poor until his death, and he made a fortune after his death. What's the use? One, I finished painting the most satisfying painting in my life early, and I can’t paint again after that, I drowned to death, after all, why bother?”

"The last one..." said the priest, "he had a good life for a while, but what happened to him later, I really can't bear to talk about it..."

Yun Qing listened quietly, but did not speak.

The church bell rang, and people came one after another. The priest went downstairs, and the hymn sang and went straight upstairs. Gradually, the sound faded away, and Yunqing heard the familiar, missionary voice sound.

"When the man who has gone astray sins, the priest shall make atonement for him before the LORD, and he shall be forgiven..."

God forgave his sins, and he went to forgive other people's sins, and many other sins that have nothing to do with people, but he did not forgive his own children... Originally, children are born with original sins against their parents , I can't forgive you for a lifetime.

Little children sin forever and ever.