out of order

Shenjiatang is a small place, although it is isolated from the outside world, the scenery is beautiful.At first, it was just a branch of the Shen family in Qinghe City who settled here, but it gradually developed into a small village.Most people in the village are surnamed Shen, few have foreign surnames, Gu Hanzhi is one of the exceptions.

No one can tell the origin of Gu Hanzhi's father. All he knows is that one year when it was snowing heavily, he stumbled and fell at the entrance of the village, and was carried back to the village by the villagers.People in the village asked him about his origins, but he only said that his surname was Gu, and that when he got here, he refused to say anything else.Because he could read and write, the villagers made him a teacher in the primary school, and because of this, he didn't like to talk. As time went by, everyone called him Mr. Silent.As time passed, the villagers gradually accepted this taciturn outsider.A few years later, Mr. Buyan also married a wife in the village and gave birth to a son.

Mr. Buyan is gentle with others, but he has a cold personality, and he always stops when interacting with others.On weekdays, he doesn't have any hobbies, except that he likes to drink, and he will get drunk every time he drinks. Even on the day his wife gave birth, he can get very drunk.He remembered that day, he collapsed drunkenly on the bench in the hall, and after an unknown amount of time, he was suddenly woken up by someone shaking him awake. When he opened his eyes, there were already many people standing in front of him, and he saw his mother-in-law holding a baby in front of him. , told him it was a boy, and asked him to name it quickly.Mr. Buyan already had three girls, and this was his first son. Everyone thought he must be very happy.But who knows that at this moment, Mr. Buyan is still drunk, he just feels dizzy, and it is extremely cold in the twelfth lunar month, so he can't help shivering.Mr. Bu Yan looked down at the baby, and said casually, "Let's call it Han Zhi."

Speaking of drinking, Mr. Buyan also has a quirk, that is, when he is drunk, he will occasionally lock himself in the room, spread paper and ink, and draw with a brush.But when he sobered up, he would angrily tear up all the paintings.Someone once saw those paintings that hadn't been torn off yet, and asserted that Mr. Shuo Buyan must have been a famous painter before, or at least he was a professional painter.These speculations added a bit of mystery to Mr. Bu Yan's life experience, but of course, Mr. Bu Yan never responded to this.

However, it was this strange habit after drinking that killed Mr. Bu Yan.That night, Mr. Bu Yan was drunk again, he staggered into the study, turned around and locked the door behind him, the family knew that Mr. Bu Yan was going to paint again, so they ignored him.When his wife came to ask him to eat at noon the next day, he knocked on the door but there was no response, so he had to ask someone to knock the door open.As soon as the door opened, everyone was stunned. Mr. Bu Yan fell to the ground and was breathless. He had a large scar on his head, and there was a broken inkstone next to it. Blood stains mixed with ink stained the rice paper.

People speculated that Mr. Buyan fell when he was trying to pick up the inkstone placed on a high place, and the inkstone just fell down and hit his head, which caused the accident.Only Mr. Buyan's wife insisted that painting killed her husband. She threw out all the painting tools left by Mr. Buyan, and stipulated that no one in the family should paint in the future.Unexpectedly, his only son secretly picked up the discarded painting utensils. This year, Gu Hanzhi was ten years old.

The author has something to say:

I've come to believe more and more that the price of goodness is: hard work, disappointment, and perseverance.

First the pain, then the pleasure.

The depths of my soul may be a hot furnace. At first I just wanted to keep warm, but then I became more and more greedy, and finally I was burned all over my body.

But I still bring my enthusiasm, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unreasonable belief in love, and I keep approaching you, starting from your name, knowing and falling in love with everything about you.

Even if it is wiped out, it will never back down.

Because, the moment I met you, my world has lost its order.