In the twinkling of an eye, four years, early spring.
Ji Shaoguang is standing in a yard full of flowers on the other side. A four-year-old boy stands beside her with a small face and a negative hand.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Ji Rufeng came in from the outside with no shoes on his feet. His feet were covered with mud, a pair of printed shorts, a white I-shaped vest and a big hat on his head. He was much blacker than he had been for several years. If he didn't look carefully, he probably couldn't recognize it.
See Ji Shaoguang, he slightly Leng for a while, a little smile on his face, "how did you come? What about Guan? "
Ji Shaoguang seems to have been used to Ji Rufeng. He is ready to take the fish he carried in his hand. Ji Rufeng slightly avoids it. "The fish is still alive. Be careful to throw you all over the water."
Ji Shaoguang stopped insisting and said, "isn't ah Chen on a business trip? I have to go to New York for more than a month. I can't bear to close it, so I'll take it with me. "
"Just as it happens, none of you is alone." Ji Rufeng put the fish on Lu Tianheng's face and said, "is that right, Tianheng?"
Caught off guard, Lu Tianheng is thrown by the fish. But he just glances at Ji Rufeng. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe his face. He is very calm.
Ji Rufeng is speechless, "who do you think he is? Even cooler than when Xiaojing was a child
Ji Shaoguang shrugs his shoulders and looks at Lu Tianheng's face. He wipes it twice before he puts away his handkerchief. He says that Ji Jing at least had a purpose when he was a child. No matter what he does, he has a sense of purpose. As for Lu Tianheng No one knows if he has music. His mouth is like the most difficult lock in the world.
Put the fish into the kitchen, and Ji Rufeng enters the glass room. Ji Shaoguang sighs helplessly. Four years later, the dead have passed away. Besides remembering, what can the living do?
After lunch, Lu Tianheng is playing in the main room. Suddenly he hears a bang. His brother and sister are surprised. Ji Rufeng rushes after him and finds that the door on the right side of the main room is open. Lu Tianheng is getting up from the ground with a face Colorful.
"Are you all right?" Ji Rufeng helps the child up. Lu Tianheng shakes his head and looks sideways.
This room is full of 70 or 80 square meters. It's full of paintings.
Some are mounted, some are not mounted, some are hung, some are not hung, some are just finished on the easel, some are not finished.
Ji Shaoguang hurried over and looked at the paintings all over the room. He couldn't help but stay.
"I thought..." I thought he would never use animators again.
Ji Rufeng turns on the water pipe to wash Lu Tianheng's face. Looking at the paintings all over the room, he sighs for a long time, "I'm afraid I'll forget her appearance."
As a result, he wrote with his left hand and kept on writing. In more than three years, he saved these paintings.
At first, he didn't know how to use her left hand, but now he can draw her completely with his left hand
"Brother, hold an exhibition for Jane." Ji Shaoguang said.
Ji Rufeng is silent. He doesn't want to do it. He doesn't care about fame and money. He just wants to remember her more deeply.
It's better to have a lifetime, no, it's better to have a lifetime. If you portray her in his heart and blood, you can find her with the fastest speed in the next life, so as to avoid her suffering, her worry, her exile and her lack of support.
"Miss, don't you want to make a memorial for her?"
In a word, he was so moved.
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