Chapter 1467

Ke Yuan is in a good mood because of Sufu's action. Seeing that her new teacher is a woman, she doesn't stop here and goes out to wait for her in the car.

The cooking class lasted only an hour, and soon Sufu was over.

"No Ke Yuan saw her sit down and handed her a cup of Starbucks.

Sufu reached for it and said, "thank you. Shall we go home for dinner?"

Ke Yuan started the car and drove slowly into the driveway. "No, go to a painting exhibition, and then go to dinner."

"Art exhibition?" Sufu looks at him curiously, "whose?"

"A friend."

Ke Yuan didn't speak again after he finished his speech. Sufu drank Starbucks attentively.

The exhibition hall is held in a very small place. There are not many people coming, but all the works are full. At a glance, there are all kinds of styles.

But the only thing is the same, no matter what style, the painting always reveals a trace of loneliness.

Sufu likes painting very much. She enjoys it all the time. She doesn't talk much and won't disturb others.

Walking to the middle, Sufu saw a man in a wheelchair. He was only a man in his thirties, but he had a little vicissitudes. He didn't shave. He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, a black bow at the collar, and all his short hair was combed up. He felt like a gentleman of the middle century.

He was deeply watching a picture in front of him, in which a woman with long hair was shown squatting on the ground to tease the cat.

It's very beautiful. It's very beautiful.

Sufu knew that this man must have a story.

"He's a killer." Ke Yuan's low voice rings in her ear, which makes Sufu look at him in surprise.

Killer?

What's going on in his mind? Sufu is looking at the man in the wheelchair. He seems to take his eyes back and slowly look at them. He smiles at Ke Yuan's eyes, and then the controlled wheelchair leaves here.

"Isn't he, dead?" Sufu spoke in disbelief.

Killer is the code name of a man. He used to be Su Yi's subordinate, that is, Ke Yuan's father's person.

Ke Yuan put his hands in his pockets and looked at the man who had left with a far-reaching vision. "Twelve years ago, my father was killed, and there was a mess at the bottom. I was taken away by Peng he, and the killer, with his girlfriend, was ready to flee here and live an ordinary life, but he failed. Some of his father's enemies found him, beat him to disability, and humiliated his lover. Later, he died …… His wife couldn't stand such humiliation and killed herself

Later, the murderer never appeared. It is said that he must have been killed by someone.

Sufu's heart slightly vibrated, frowned, looking at the painting, his heart a little sour, "so, he is the owner of this exhibition?"

"I found him five years ago. He had a miserable life. He was physically disabled and had no way to take care of himself, but he insisted on drawing a painting for his dead lover every day. I helped him to let more people know about these paintings." Ke Yuan gently holds Sufu's hand.

On his deep eyes, Sufu choked, "then he must be very lonely."

Ke Yuan lowered his eyes, as if there was some special emotion in his eyes. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he cherished his words: "so I'm very lucky, and you're with me. We didn't miss each other."

They are each other's only salvation and only dependence.

Fortunately, he didn't lose her.