Fast Transmigration: Black Raiders

Li Tang was wandering in the street now, before that, He Huan had been wandering all night, his feet were bleeding, his clothes were wet with dew, and his bones were cold.

When he was in the pawn shop, He Huan had already told him the follow-up.He knew that after this night, He Huan, who gave up on himself, would go home and agree to marry into Xie's family.Due to Xie Sinian's health, the wedding ceremony was extremely simple. He only invited close relatives to have a meal at home, and even the certificates were collected by others, and the two became husband and wife like this.

The Xie family was very happy to marry him, but Xie Sinian had no cure, not to mention shaking hands, they didn't even see each other a few times, and Xie Sinian passed away.Xie's family didn't make things difficult for him, and knew that he didn't want to marry in, so they gave him shelter and took care of him until his death.

He Huan is grateful for the kindness of Xie's family and has been the daughter-in-law of Xie's family for a lifetime.His social phobia has not been alleviated, and his only regret in old age is that he has painted countless paintings, none of which can see the light of day, but they are all piled up in the studio and turned into waste paper.

His wish is to hold an art exhibition.

If He Huan made a request to Xie's family, they would definitely not refuse.It's just that this person who is used to loneliness and has experienced loneliness all his life has always maintained a pure heart, always silent and shy like a 19-year-old.

The soul showed the best years. The young and handsome boy stood in front of Li Tang, his eyes were engraved with the depth and loneliness caused by the years, but he made a request timidly and restrainedly like a child, and said dryly: "Please Help me hold a painting exhibition."

Are people far away from the human habitation so spotless?Time can't take away their enthusiasm, they are only as old as their skin, and their innocence lasts forever.

Li Tang can't resist these beautiful souls. They have their own smooth or bumpy experiences, but they are also full of hope, light, happiness and perseverance.

They may have been old, but their souls are clean and youthful, as if eternal.

Li Tang likes a clear soul, and also likes the smell of boiled live fish.

He touched his hungry stomach, had no money in his pocket, and went out in such a hurry that he didn't even put on his coat.He decided to go back first and compromise with the He family.

Li Tang has always done his best in dealing with the entrustments of others. It is a pity that the hero is short of breath, the beauty is late, and the talent is not recognized. Li Tang wants He Huan's talent to be recognized by the world and leave a strong mark in history.The Xie family is kind-hearted, even after Xie Sinian passed away, they never treated him badly.Li Tang thought about building a good relationship with the Xie family first, and then using their strength to make a name for himself in the art world.

Li Tang was dressed in thin clothes and stood alone on the street, shivering, his eyes staring longingly at the bun shop, his feet were blistered due to hunger and cold, which made his walking unsteady.But now he is penniless, and the journey back to He's house is very far away.He lowered his head and turned the direction.

Just as he took a step, a man suddenly stopped in front of him.He raised his head, and the burly man dressed as a bodyguard in black and sunglasses looked down at him with a majestic and mighty oppressive feeling.

Li Tang took a cautious step back.

"Don't be afraid, kid. Our husband saw you standing here looking at the bun shop for a long time in such little clothes. He guessed that you were cold and hungry. Let me give you money and clothes." The man bowed his neck respectfully, with a simple and honest smile, showing Teeth that are white enough to be advertised, make the skin extraordinarily dark.

Li Tang looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a black Bentley parked under a tree on the side of the street. The car windows were blocked, and the people inside could not be seen clearly.

Li Tang blinked his eyes and wanted to refuse, but the bodyguard forcefully stuffed everything into his arms.He was no longer polite, took the money and hugged the clothes and thanked him in a low voice, then ran to the car and knocked on the window, hesitated twice, and said to the people in the car, "Thank you."

The car window was not removed, so he couldn't see the person inside clearly, and he didn't know whether the person heard the thank you.

He took a few steps back and watched the bodyguards get into the car, and the car drove away. He didn't wrap his coat until it was out of sight. Judging from the quality of this black suit, the owner of the suit was from a good family, and he seemed to be a benevolent person.It's just that the clothes were too big, and the suit fell nondescriptly to his thighs. It seemed that the man was probably a head taller than him.He ran back to the bun shop to buy buns. The shop owner saw his pale handsome face and gave him an extra meat bun.

Li Tang devoured the steamed stuffed bun, sorted out He Huan's memory, and the memory came to an abrupt end today.

I don't know how sad He Huan was last night. He is not good at expressing his feelings with words, but his emotions are much more sensitive than ordinary people.

I don't know if the quality that an artist should have is a good thing for his lonely life that no one cares about.

Li Tang felt the same for a moment, his nerves became much more slender, and his heart felt heavy.

He looked at the money left in his hand, enough for him to hire a taxi instead of taking the bus.

The small iron box that is crowded with people like the bus seems to be peeling off the shell that hides his privacy and making it public.The turbulent sea of ​​people was like a monster with its mouth wide open, trying to devour him.

Li Tang's eyes were moist, and his dark and bright eyes were as wet as those of a puppy. When he stood on the street and saw a taxi coming, he shyly stretched out his hand to stop him, and took a taxi back to He's house.

The driver was very enthusiastic and chattered nonstop all the way. When the car stopped, Li Tang hurriedly left money to thank him, and jumped out of the car and ran away as if flying.After walking for a while to the door of He's house, he thought for a while, hid the coat given to him by the stranger in the bushes, went to ring the doorbell, and the nanny saw that he opened the door and let him in.Before he walked in, He Shu's crying voice could be heard from inside.

He walked in with his head down, and a big smell of cigarettes wafted over. Father He was sitting on the sofa with cigarette butts at his feet.

"Sir, Madam, Master He Huan is back." The nanny raised her voice, and everyone looked up.

He Shu pushed the bowl away, and the bowl shattered to the ground. He rushed over like a cannonball and hugged Li Tang's waist: "Brother!" He Shi snorted coldly and took off his earphones.

"He Huan, if you rush out without making a sound, don't you know that your family will also be worried?" Father He stood up and shouted.

"It's good to come back. Husband, don't say a few words." Feng urged, and then smiled, "He Huan, haven't you eaten yet? Come and eat."

With lowered eyes, Li Tang saw He Shu with his head up, smiling brightly like a sunflower. He blinked his eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "I am willing to marry."

"He Huan..." Father He was stunned for a moment, and looked at him in surprise, "You are just too independent, you make up your own mind about everything..."

He Shi sneered: "Dad, don't be too happy. He Huan will leave us sooner or later."

"Xiaoshi, how did you talk?" Father He scolded coldly.

She threw off her earphones and glared at Li Tang: "Just watch over that ugly, sick child, and pray that you won't become a widow once you get married."

"He Shi! You are too outrageous!" Feng frowned.

He Shu cried out in fear: "Brother, I don't want my brother to marry an ugly monster..."

The scene was chaotic for a while, and Li Tang's ears hurt, so he pulled He Shu away and walked out again.

"Huanhuan, where are you going?" Father He asked behind him.

Li Tang didn't turn his head back: "I'll go back first, call if you need something."

After leaving the door, Li Tang realized that he had forgotten to take the coat left behind at He's house again, but he was unwilling to turn it back, took out a black suit from the bushes, put it on and walked slowly.

The east of the city and the west of the city almost straddle a city. Li Tang doesn’t have much money in his hand. It’s too embarrassing to go in after getting angry. He can only spend one yuan to take the bus. Crowded in the crowd of morning rush hour, he looks like a crane strayed into a flock of cranes by mistake. Little yellow chicken.

He Huan lives not too far from the school.

He lived in the small house for 17 years.From the very beginning, I expected my father to come to see him, but I became used to being alone.When he was a child, He Shi chased him and called him the lone star of the gods and killed his mother, so he felt that he was really a disaster.When someone around him was injured, He Huan took all the responsibility on himself and gradually developed social phobia, afraid of interacting with others.

His stepmother Jingyu, elder sister He Shi, and younger brother He Shu are the wife and children his father really looks forward to.

There is a good place for poems and books, and the rain in front of the door is good.

Accompanied by poems, books, scenery and rain, how leisurely life is.

And he is He Huan.He Huan, who was born also He Huan.

The house is not too small, a studio converted from a barn, a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom are more than enough for one person to live in.

Li Tang first went to the studio to look at the paintings. He Huan's painting style tended to be hazy and impressionistic, beautiful and fresh, and seemed not to be troubled by the unswerving reality.

The painting hanging in the most eye-catching place of the studio is a corner of the room. The window is bright and clean, the sun is golden, the milky white screen is slightly raised, and it is brightly reflected by the sky, and the warm patterns on it can be clearly seen.

This is the most memorable scene in He Huan's childhood. His mother hugged him in her arms and hummed a song to lull him to sleep. Clouds and shadows drifted through the window in the afternoon, and all the golden sunlight leaked in. It was quiet and peaceful, and the years were long.

Li Tang took down the painting, lowered his head to kiss it, and hung it up again.

At noon, Li Tang pulled out this month's money. Every month, Feng would give him 800, 300 for various painting materials, 100 for lilies, and the remaining 400 for food.Oil painting materials are expensive, so he can only use them sparingly. He usually paints more watercolors and sketches, but he still has to use them urgently.

There is no refrigerator at home, so if you want to eat fresh vegetables, you have to go downstairs to buy them every day.Every few days he can go downstairs, buy a lily to put in front of his mother's photo, and buy some ingredients.Li Tang picked up the remaining cabbage from the ground, washed it, took out the pickled peppers, and made hot and sour cabbage, which was appetizing and refreshing when soaked in white rice.

It's a pity that he has no money, and his milk is about to go to waste.

After lunch, he lay down in the studio to take a nap, and nursery rhymes could be faintly heard in his dream, quiet and distant.

After waking up, Li Tang was in a good mood, took the palette and continued to fill in the unfinished paintings on the drawing board.

When I noticed the time, it was already past seven in the evening.

Li Tang packed his tools carefully, and ate another piece of hot and sour cabbage. He didn't realize that he had a stomach problem because of his irregular diet all year round until his stomach hurt at night.After boiling hot water, he found the medicine bottle, which was empty, so he could only drink water and curl up on the bed.

After a while, feeling better, the phone rang.

For a social phobic person, why call when texting can do the trick?It's a pity that he doesn't have a mobile phone, otherwise he would have to pretend he didn't hear it, and wait for the other party to hang up the phone before sending a text message to ask what happened.

He climbed out of bed, hesitated by the phone for a while, picked it up, and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

"Hello?" A questioning voice came from the other end of the phone.

Li Tang hurriedly said "hmm".

The man smiled and said, "Excuse me, is it He Huan?"

Li Tang gave another "hmm" in a low voice.

"Hello, I'm Xie Sifei. When are you free recently? My family and I would like to visit in person."