I really don't want to be a teacher

……

The woman, on the other hand, was still in a trance, looking at the painting, looking at the two lovebirds in the painting, tears kept pouring out of her eyes, and stood there in a daze, as if she was deaf to the sounds around her.

After a long time, the woman's eyes moved, and she looked away from the two lovebirds in the painting, and saw the lovebird's nest beside the cliff.

Looking at it, the woman couldn't help being a little dazed again. She paused before raising her head.

"...Sir, in this painting, the lovebird's nest, the baby bird in her house..." The woman wiped the tears from her face, looked at Lian Ge, and asked with some expectation in her eyes.

"What do you think she is?" Lian Ge looked at the woman and smiled, "Actually, you should feel it yourself."

"This is..." After listening to Lian Ge's answer, the woman slowly lowered her head again, looking at the chick in the nest in the painting, the only place with color in the whole painting,

"This is... the lovebird's child..."

While talking, the woman raised her head again, looked at Lian Ge,

"Yes." Looking at the woman, Lian Ge smiled.

"...Mr., I..." Looking at Lian Ge, the woman moved her lips with anticipation in her eyes, and hesitated to speak.

"I know a little about medicine. You're pregnant." Lian Ge looked at the woman again and said with a smile on his face.

With Lian Ge's affirmation, the woman was overjoyed at first, then lowered her head again, looking at the two lovebirds and chicks in the painting, tears welled up from the red eye sockets and dripped onto the drawing paper,

This time, although she was crying, the woman's eyes were brighter.

……

The woman was crying and choking, looking at the painting, she didn't make a sound for a long time, just kept silent,

Lian Ge glanced at the woman, didn't say much, turned his gaze back, and waited quietly while watching the bustling pedestrians passing by in front of the booth,

The old man on the side didn't make a sound, and looked at the painting on the table.

……

After a long time, the woman raised her head again,

"...When he just went there, I really wanted... really wanted...I took him, came back from the capital, and returned to our home...I sat at home and never felt that the house was so empty, It was so quiet... I sat on the sofa, and after a while I couldn't help calling him, but no one answered..."

As she spoke, the woman lowered her head, raised her hand, and lightly touched the lovebird in the painting with her fingertips, which seemed to be about to disappear.

"...I found the key to the old house that he hid before, where he always hid things... I went to that yard, but without him, that yard is like home , as empty..."

"After his funeral... it felt like the whole place was empty, I was rummaging through the house for his stuff, packing his clothes... everything was still there, like he was still in the house... ...But, he's gone..."

"When I got up this morning, I walked out of the house... I don't know how I got here..."

"...I just want to go to the place he has been to before... and then, then I will..."

While speaking, the woman raised her other hand and gently stroked her abdomen,

"...Thank you, sir...Thank you."

The woman raised her head, her eyes were red, and said to Lian Ge gratefully.

Lian Ge heard the words, glanced at the woman, smiled slightly, and didn't say much.

……

"It's a good picture, it's a good picture..."

On the side, the old man looked at the painting, then raised his head to look at the woman beside him, and said involuntarily.

Lian Ge heard the sound, turned his gaze to the old man, then retracted his gaze, and looked at the woman in front of him again.

After gratefully thanking Lian Ge, the woman raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face,

"Sir, how much does this painting cost? I'll pass it on to you... I'll pass it on to you."

"Just charge as much as you have in your bag."

Lian Ge glanced at the woman, smiled slightly, looked into the distance, and said calmly.

Hearing this, the woman hastily rummaged through her pockets and the bag she was carrying,

After searching for a long time, the woman still stopped,

"...Sir, I'd better transfer the money to you."

The woman raised her head again and said to Lian Ge,

"When I came out, I didn't even bother to take money. There was only my mobile phone... and his previous things in my bag."

"That's right, I also think this painting is priceless."

Smiling, Lian Ge stretched out his hand, rolled up the drawing paper laid flat on the table, and handed it to the woman.

"I hope this painting can give you a good dream."

Looking at this woman, Lian Ge smiled slightly and said... In this painting, there are several talismans hidden.

"Sir... This is really not possible. Let me transfer the money to you. I will transfer it to you as much as you say."

The woman looked at the painting that Lian Ge handed over, and shook her head hesitantly.

When Lian Ge heard this, he just smiled and didn't take back his hand.

Seeing this, the woman could only stretch out her hand, held the painting, and took it.

"Thank you, sir."

The woman was talking, lowered her head, looked at the picture scroll,

"... Sir, what is the name of this painting?"

"What do you think it should be called?"

"……hope."

"That's called hope."

"thanks……"

The woman bowed deeply towards Lian Ge, and said gratefully after not getting up for a long time,

Lian Ge looked at him, neither helped nor stopped him, just watched.

After a long time, the woman straightened up again,

"Sir, then I will take my leave first..."

Holding the painting, the woman gently stroked her abdomen, and there was some expression in her red eyes,

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded, then paused slightly,

"...If there is an afterlife, are you still willing to meet your husband?"

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge looked into the distance and said calmly.

"There is no afterlife..."

When the woman heard the words, she paused for a while, and after being silent for a while, she said aloud,

"...However, I really hope there is. If there is, of course I would like to. It's just that if possible, I hope...we can close our eyes together."

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze back, glanced at the woman, paused, then nodded, without saying anything more.

The woman, after saying goodbye to Lian Ge again, walked away along the street.

……

Seeing the woman disappear from sight, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man who hadn't left in front of the booth again.

The old man also looked at Lian Ge,

"...Mr.'s painting is really good. It depicts sentient beings and depicts people's hearts..."

The old man said, paused again,

"I don't know, sir, can you draw a picture for me too."

"Naturally."

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge picked up the paintbrush again,

This time, without asking the old man again, the brushstrokes stained with ink in Lian Singer directly landed on the paper, sketching and smearing,

A mountain forest gradually emerged on the paper...

Seeing that Lian Ge started to write again, the old man rolled his eyes with great interest, and followed Lian Ge's brush strokes.

In front of the booth, it gradually became quiet.

Chapter 266 Splashing ink into a crane

The brush strokes are wrapped in ink and fall on the drawing paper,

The continuous hills are in the distance, gradually emerging with the smearing of ink,

Trees are sketched and depicted, as if breaking out of the ground from the distant hills and nearby slopes. In an instant, the trunks of the trees are uprooted, branches sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and the dense branches and leaves are depicted by dots of ink, embellished There are many fruits of hiding.

After the booth, Lian Ge started to write,

In front of the stall, the old man turned his body sideways and turned his head to look,

The surroundings seem to be getting quieter and bustling, and the noisy sounds seem to be far away,

The surroundings seem to have merged into the mountains and forests described by Lian Ge.

……

"...watermelon, watermelon, sweet and sandy watermelon."

"Mom, I want to climb to the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, the very top... OK..."

"There are so many people... I feel like my legs are going to break. The Yellow Crane Tower is not high."

The joyful or annoying voices of tourists and passers-by are mixed with the cries of street vendors, and the street is noisy and noisy.

Behind the booth's long table, Lian Ge put down his brush again, glanced slightly at the various pedestrians on the street, then turned to look at the old man in front of the booth,

"...Old sir, this is your painting."

While speaking, Lian Ge turned the painting around and faced the old man in front of the booth.

"...Is this Tao Li Lin?"

The old man, who kept turning his head and watching Lian Ge complete the painting, looked up at the scroll and asked Lian Ge.

"Yes, Tao Lilin."

Smiling, Lian Ge glanced at the picture scroll on the table again, on the picture scroll was a scene of mountains and forests,

The rolling hills in the distance and the nearby hillside are covered by two kinds of fruit trees. From the nearest point of sight, you can see the peaches and plums hidden under the dense branches and leaves.

"...There are so many peach and plum trees."

The old man lowered his head again, looked from under the scroll to the top of the scroll, from near to far, and said in a low voice,

Immediately afterwards, the old man showed a smile on his face,

"... Hey, I didn't come to teach painting like me, but I can still get this kind of evaluation from my husband."

Smiling, the old man looked at Lian Ge and said,

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge smiled slightly and didn't say much.

"...Sir, how much is this painting, I want the old man." The old man asked with a smile.

"You can take as much as you have on you, old man."

"Hey, that's not much."

The old man smiled, and instead of fumbling in every pocket, he reached into his left pocket and took out a roll of neatly folded change notes.

There is not much money, only a few pieces of ten yuan, five yuan and one yuan change, stacked in order according to the denomination,

"Here, sir."

Holding the money in both hands, the old man didn't feel shabby and handed it to Lian Ge directly.

Lian Ge glanced at the old man, smiled, reached out to take it, and put it aside as before,