return robbery

Chapter 103

20xx. 06. 15
Xiao hasn't come back yet, and according to his itinerary, he won't be back until two days later.

Yaoer went to school, I sat on the sofa and wrote for a while, felt a little tired, and started to daze.

Xiang'er's name keeps slipping through my head from time to time.

I imagined the image of Xiang'er, and according to Xiao's description, what appeared in my brain was: personable, handsome, handsome.

I once heard Xiao say that Xiang'er is two meters tall, and his dharma body is always displayed behind him, like a shadow, but the dharma body is too tall and majestic, and he is serious.

Xiang'er's dharma body is naturally different from his own image, dharma body is definitely not fun, I tried my best to get rid of Xiang'er's dharma body from my brain.

I kept drawing a beautiful image of Xiang'er in my mind, and even wanted to pick up a brush and draw him on white paper.So, I went into the study impulsively, and found out the drawing paper and brushes by rummaging through boxes and boxes.

I am self-taught. I like sketching since I was a child, and I can draw well. My mother once regretted not sending me to learn painting professionally.

In fact, I haven't painted since I started working.However, two years ago, I suddenly missed painting again, so I bought the works of the world's top sketch painters to copy.

Every time I finish a painting, I send it to a painting teacher. I once wanted to learn painting from a teacher.But after the teacher saw a few of my paintings, he said that I don't need to find a teacher. If I have time, I can copy a few more and I can graduate.

Haha, what the teacher said boosted my confidence.So, since two years ago, I have copied many famous sketches at the rate of one painting a month.Then bought big clips to store them away.

However, so far this year, I haven't painted anymore, because I have no mood and no energy.I even put away the easel and pencils, so as not to look sad.

In the past year, I finally learned to play more than a dozen pieces of piano music, but now I don’t play anymore. Everything in my life seems to have come to a standstill.

I set up the easel I found, clamped the drawing paper, and held the pencil in my hand.Only then did I realize that I had no way to start, and my brain was blank and misty.

I sighed, put down my paintbrush, and have a peaceful heart in everything I do.However, at this moment, I cannot be calm, nor can I find peace from painting.

I sat on the sofa again and began to miss Xiang'er again. Every time I thought about it, my tears would flow down involuntarily.

Actually, I know this is not good, Xiang'er can sense everything about me at any time.I'm always sad, which adds to his troubles, but I can't control myself.

"Xiang'er, even though you are now Dongdijun, in my heart, you will always be my child, a child who has not been born, and has not been embraced by me at all." I repeated it to myself, and my heart was full of love. guilt.

At night, I lit three cigarettes for Wei Er, and it has been three full months since he passed away, but the last cigarette went out, maybe because he was too busy to smoke.

Wei'er has now been transferred to work in East Emperor City. He doesn't like to talk and always works hard.Xianger treats him very well, but it seems that he can't arouse his passion.Sometimes, I would ask Xiao to visit him specifically, but I couldn't say a few words anyway.

In the morning, Xiao and his master arrived in another city by bus.His master was going to be in charge of a matter, so Xiao stayed in a Taoist temple, saying that the master would continue to teach him at night.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock at night that the master's punishment for Xiao finally came to an end.

They went to a supper stand to eat together.

When they were eating, they met an old man in his eighties, and saw the old man holding some flowers and selling them along the street for five yuan.Xiao felt that the old man was pitiful, so he bought all the flowers and let the old man go home early.

The old man asked Xiao to remit the money for buying flowers to his son's account, and Xiao asked him why he didn't collect it himself, since it was labor income after all.

The old man paused and said: "It's okay, I will ask my son for it when I have no money, he is very kind to me."

"Okay? How about selling flowers at night for such an old man?" Xiao couldn't say anything, he just murmured in his heart.

Xiao looked at his master and felt that he could not accept the children of the old man.

"The old man's life is very hard. His grandson has already received retribution and is now locked in prison." Xiao's master looked at him and said.

Xiao's skill is not enough, and he still can't see it. He needs to study hard, work hard, work hard!

(End of this chapter)