bullets and roses

On the day of Li Mei's court session, Luo Muxiao didn't go to see it.

It is certain that he will go to jail, and there is nothing to look at. Hearing that Zou Feifei said that he was sentenced to ten years in prison, Luo Muxiao didn't feel very happy in his heart, let alone gloating.

Li Mei deserved what she deserved, because of her unwillingness, even her own son was killed.

Luo Muxiao has never had a good impression of Li Yuanan, but because of this incident, he feels that the other party is a bit pitiful.Anyway, he has enjoyed his parents' doting and even doting since he was a child, but Li Yuan'an has nothing.

He remembered that his mother was rarely mentioned in Li Yuanan's diary, and it was rarely mentioned a few times, and it was not a good memory.

Luo Muxiao's heart softened again.

"She was taken away." Zou Feifei said, "Actually, she is fine in prison. She has food and clothing, and she doesn't have to pay back the usury loan—oh, the more I think about it, the more I feel wrong. She didn't want to go there on purpose. Imprisoned?"

"Pfft—" Luo Muxiao just drank the water that spewed out of his mouth instantly, "Why do you think so?"

"You see, if she doesn't go to jail, she can't afford to pay back the money. Anyway, sooner or later she will lose her arms and legs." Zou Feifei touched his chin and said seriously, "If she goes to jail, she will have food and drink, although the conditions are poor. It’s a bit rough, but the prison protects her, at least she won’t be chased by usury.”

Luo Muxiao looked at Zou Feifei with a complicated expression: "A Fei, sometimes your mind is really confusing."

Zou Feifei rolled his eyes: "I'm making a reasonable guess."

Luo Muxiao shook his head, and was about to refute him when the wind chime rang suddenly.

A man who looked about forty came in, followed by a sixteen-year-old girl, who said he wanted to buy a painting.

The man took a fancy to a previous slow-selling product, but the painting was actually quite good, but the color was a little too dull, without a bright feeling.

Zou Feifei was about to help him pack when the little girl behind him suddenly said, "Dad, I want this one."

Luo Muxiao was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up: "Little girl has good eyesight, we just drew this painting not long ago."

The man was not very happy: "What kind of blind drawing, I can't understand it."

The little girl said: "This painting is a room."

Luo Muxiao paused, and took a serious look at the little girl, with a more sincere smile on his face: "Well, the painting is about a room."

The little girl said: "It's very interesting. There are so many colors in the room, which is obviously very rich, but it happens to be locked in a small room, there is no door, and you can't get out if you want to go out."

Luo Muxiao handed over the painting that was not completely dry and pasted on the easel, and said: "If you want this one, we can give you a [-]% discount, but it's not completely dry yet. It may take the day after tomorrow, and I will send it to you when the time comes."

The little girl turned to look at his father again: "Dad, I want this one. I like this one. I think it's very interesting to draw."

In fact, even if the two of them didn't buy this one in the end, Luo Muxiao was already very happy.

After all, his work has been recognized.

That kind of feeling is like being filled with candy in the empty pocket all the time, and the mood cannot be measured by money at all.

In the end, the man did not choose Luo Muxiao's painting, but took away the neater work he had seen before.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Luo Muxiao finished swiping the card for the man, and accidentally caught the little girl's eyes still lingering on the painting.

Zou Feifei went to help pack the sold works, Luo Muxiao walked over and asked her: "You really like it that much?"

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded seriously, "I think it's very similar to me."

"Ok?"

"I have never found the exit of this world."

Luo Muxiao's heart shook violently, and he subconsciously said: "I'll give it to you."

"Ah?" The little girl's eyes lit up, "Really? But such a painting seems to be very expensive, at least tens of thousands."

Luo Muxiao shook his head: "It's okay, this painting was just drawn by me, and it's not worth too much money. You leave me an address, and when it's dry, I'll send it directly."

The little girl stared at him blankly: "Did you draw this?"

"That's right." Luo Muxiao nodded, "Isn't it like that?"

"You are awesome." The little girl thanked Luo Muxiao directly, "Thank you so much bro!"

"It's okay." Luo Muxiao shook his head.

After watching the man and the little girl leave the studio, Zou Feifei came over chewing gum and said, "You are so generous."

"It's hard to find a bosom friend." Luo Muxiao said.

Zou Feifei rolled his eyes at him: "Although I admit that what you said is reasonable, but such a painting can sell at least [-] to [-] yuan, so you just gave away [-] to [-] yuan for nothing."

"The value is not calculated in this way." Luo Muxiao shook his head and said, "Actually, it is only worth the price of a piece of drawing paper and some paints. What is really valuable is my thoughts, but how much my thoughts are worth is not me. What's the deal?"

"...I can't say no to you." Zou Feifei shook his head and said, "But this is your thing, you can dispose of it yourself."

After two days, the painting was completely dry, Luo Muxiao followed the address left by the little girl to find the door.

It was in a high-end residential area. When Luo Muxiao knocked on the door, the little girl's mother came to open the door. Luo Muxiao handed over the painting, and the little girl came over: "You are really here!" Her eyes Bright and full of surprises, "Mom, look, I told you he would come!"

The woman touched her head with a smile, and said, "Okay, you're right."

"I've already framed it," Luo Muxiao said, "You can just hang it up."

"Wait a minute!" Seeing Luo Muxiao turned around to leave, the little girl hurried into the house, and when she came out, she took a piggy bag and handed it to him, "This is the New Year's money I have saved since I was a child. , it may not be enough to buy your painting, but I think... at least it won't let you suffer."

"No need." Luo Muxiao shook his head, "It's fate to meet you, and it's a gift for you."

"How much is this painting?" asked the woman.

Luo Muxiao said with a smile: "I said it's worthless, so he's worthless."

"Then you take it." The woman guessed that Luo Muxiao really didn't intend to collect money, so she handed him the little girl's piggy bag, "Thank you for your kindness, but drawing paper and other things will always cost money. money?"

Luo Muxiao finally took the piggy bag away.

In fact, there is not much in the piggy bag, just over 1 yuan, but it has already ruined the little girl's fortune.

So Luo Muxiao felt that the bag was extraordinarily heavy, instantly filling his heart that had been empty for a long time.

he fell in love with drawing