Thousands of Miles

Ximeng decided to travel far the next morning. He didn't say anything else, just said that he wanted to go for a walk.

Zhao Ji knew in his heart that he actually wanted to escape from himself, stay away from himself, but Zhao Ji didn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

His heart is far away, so what's the point of staying by his side.

"He came back and packed a few clothes and left. He also brought a few brochures, but he didn't bring anything else." Wang Zongyuan said to Zhao Ji who came to the painting academy to inquire.

"Did he say when he will come back?" Zhao Ji asked.

"At least three to five months, maybe three to five years." Yang Zongyuan said, "There is no definite number. Probably when he finishes reading what he wants to see and finishes what he wants to do, he will come back."

"I will come back after all." Zhao Ji muttered softly to comfort himself.

"He said he did something very sorry for you, and put a painting on the table for you." Wang Zongyuan said, "You can go to his room and have a look."

"Oh? For me?" Zhao Ji heard that there was something for him, and hurried to Ximeng's room.

Sure enough, there was a painting on Ximeng's table. In the painting, twelve cranes had different postures. Some were fluttering their wings to fly, some were circling low, or some were looking up to the sky and screaming. Although they were different from the painting on the fan I once gave him. , but ninety percent similar.

Zhao Ji packed the scroll and held it in his hands like a treasure. This is a painting Ximeng gave him before he left. He wants to take it back and hang it on the bedside. Same.

Zhao Ji turned his head and saw some unremarkable wooden boxes in Ximeng's room. I don't know what kind of paintings they contained, probably his usual practice.

What does he usually draw?Zhao Ji stepped forward curiously to open those large wooden boxes.

Zhao Ji couldn't help turning pale with what caught his eye.

That whole box full of gold, silver and jewels were gifts from Zhao Ji over the years, yet he didn't touch a single cent, they were all piled up in the box like weeds!

Something unspeakable was pent up in his heart, making it hard to breathe. Zhao Ji closed the box and stood up.

No matter how much gold and silver he gave him, it was not as real as a little caring for him.What he needs has never been gold and silver, but it's a pity that he only realizes it now.

There was a purple bamboo flute hanging on the wall, Zhao Ji reached out to take it off and tried the sound, but Gong Yin was slightly wrong.

When he comes back, give him a surprise!Zhao Ji smiled slightly, took out a small knife from his pocket, sat down and carved a cluster of orchids carefully on the bamboo flute.One pistil of the orchid just penetrated into the five or six holes, Zhao Ji cleverly drilled a small hole just right, so that the Gong Yin was corrected to the correct phoneme.

The work was done, and the time passed in the afternoon. Zhao Ji tried out a song "Recalling Qin'e". He was very satisfied with the sound and pitch of the flute, so he hung the flute back on the wall.

When the child came back and found that his flute was in tune, wouldn't he be surprised and excited?

It is the dream of many people to go boating on the river and sea and spend the rest of their lives in a carefree way.

What kind of achievement is it that one person travels all over the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and paints them all?

The smoke and sand in Mobei is long, and the boy's pen is desolate; the Three Gorges River is turbulent, and the boy's pen is flying like flying;

Sometimes there is not enough space for a single piece of paper, and the youth's ingenuity fills thousands of pieces of drawing paper, and the drawing paper is like a bird flying high in all directions, flying away to the distant sky.

The landscapes that Ximeng painted in various places can be exhausted, and thousands of mountains and rivers are confined to a square inch of paper, and the brushwork and style are constantly changed according to the characteristics of the region.

At this time, Ximeng, who didn't take any money from his master, sold his paintings to others one by one like a different person, without any dignity at all.

If this is the only way to realize his long-cherished wish, Ximeng will continue to sell his paintings even in ten or twenty years.

Two years later, Tokyo Zhenanfang

The late spring rain was falling and the ground was full. The black-clothed boy in a bamboo hat walked towards Zhen'an Square on the ground covered with residual snow. Standing proudly in the midst of the wind and rain.

"Who do you think you are redeeming?" After hearing the boy's intentions, Li's mother widened her eyes in surprise.

"Li Shishi." Under the bamboo hat, the voice of the unknown target was low and mysterious.

"Li Shishi? Shishi is our top card here." Mama Li saw that this man was dressed poorly in commoner clothes, wearing a bamboo hat and was alone and had no servants. He was probably a poor boy from the countryside who had never seen the world, or someone who was arrogant in the world. The hero rolled his eyes and said mockingly, "You'd better buy yourself decent clothes before talking big! I don't play jokes here!"

The boy took out a large stack of papers from his sleeve and put them on the table, then asked lightly, "Is it enough?"

Mother Li leaned forward to take a look, and almost screamed in fright.There was a thick stack of bank notes on the table, and there were hundreds of them at least!

"It's really a real person who doesn't show his face, hehehe." Li's mother put the money into her arms with a smile, and smiled at the boy, "Young hero understands love so much at such a young age, he is really a young man! He must have a bright future in the future! Hahaha... let Shishi go with you now?"

The boy didn't answer, he got up and walked to Li Shishi's residence in the backyard.

Although we haven't seen each other for two years, in the past few years, Ximeng has always sneaked here to see her sister when she was on vacation—she is probably Ximeng's only relative who can really be regarded as a relative.

"Sister!" Xi Meng pushed open the familiar door, and there was a bitter taste in the familiar breath.

"Ximeng? Ximeng!" Li Shishi was sitting in front of the mirror and doing her makeup, she stood up suddenly, unable to believe everything in front of her eyes, "Ximeng, is it really you?"

"Sister, let's go." Ximeng grabbed Li Shishi and walked out the door.

"Wait! Ximeng, where are you going?" Li Shishi asked Ximeng.

"Go home." Xi Meng said, "Sister, you don't have to stay in this place anymore. Never again."

"Ximeng!" Li Shishi asked, "What's going on? Didn't my sister say that you don't want to accept a penny from the government?"

"Yes." Ximeng replied, "I haven't."

"Then where do you have the money to redeem me?" Li Shishi looked at Ximeng carefully from head to toe, and was slightly relieved after making sure that he was unharmed.

"This is my own business." Ximeng said, "Sister, don't worry about it."

"Yeah, you've grown up." Li Shishi smiled, "My sister can't control you anymore."

"Sister?" A trace of doubt flashed in the boy's bright eyes.

"If you don't speak clearly, I won't leave." Li Shishi walked back to the dressing table and sat down on the stool, "I'd rather stay here for the rest of my life than let you pay off my debts."

"You are my younger brother. I can't raise you and take care of you, but I have been dragging you down and making you suffer for me." Li Shishi said, tears falling from the corners of her eyes like rain, "Ximeng, I'm sorry, sister really I am so sorry……"

"Sister, don't say that." Ximeng walked up to Li Shishi and knelt down, gently wiping her tears with a handkerchief, "Sister, do you remember? Six years ago, here, what did my brother say? I said However, I will definitely save my sister from here."

"Ximeng..."

"Sister, Ximeng assures you: Ximeng didn't ask for a penny from the officials, and he didn't do anything harmful to nature, please believe me." Ximeng raised his head and looked at Li Shishi earnestly, "Sister, let's go home go?"