Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Hang YunRuo saw Xiang Xinci collapsed on the ground, and a smile appeared on his face. She slowly close to centripetal kindness, centripetal kindness only see hang YunRuo a white teeth. He shrinks his neck for fear that hang Yun will bite off his neck.

"I warn you for the last time, if you play tricks with me again. I don't mind using those things you've done to reappear to you! And I'll let you go this time. I hope you can grow your brain and do yourself a good job! "

Hang YunRuo said and patted Xiang Xinci's pale face. Seeing her state of fear, she seemed to have achieved her goal and nodded coldly.

"Nephew, today we apologize with sincerity! I know my niece's daughter-in-law is a painter. I'm sure I'll be interested in painting. You see, I brought you a good thing... "

Seeing the expression on hang YunRuo's face, he was sweating all over. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see hang YunRuo's next move. So he ran up and flattered Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo.

Mu Jingyang took a light look. There seemed to be some disdain on his face, and hang YunRuo didn't speak. Knead some painful head, self-care sitting on the sofa.

He touched his nose and flashed a little embarrassment on his face. Then he changed into a smiling face. Take off the cloth cover in person and show a portrait in front of several people.

The man in the picture. Staring at the setting sun. The brilliant red in the sky is in sharp contrast to the black in the background. The sky is extraordinarily beautiful and vast. It seems that this person is more lonely.

He held a withered anemone in his hand, his hair was a little messy by the breeze, and his shoulders were thin. Looking at the painting, hang YunRuo felt a kind of incomparable sadness.

Hang YunRuo stands up, walks quickly to the painting, reaches out her finger and touches the shoulder of the person in the painting. She seems to pat the person and tell him that you are not alone in the world.

"This painting is a posthumous work of Mr. hang Guocheng. A few days after the painting, he died. Some say it's his suicide note, others say it's his despair for life. "

Looking south at hang YunRuo's red eyes and facial expression, he knew that hang YunRuo might like the painting, and specially told hang YunRuo the information he had found before.

"At first glance, the painting makes people feel gorgeous and peaceful, but the people in the painting are holding withered flowers and the setting sun. These two things make people feel hopeless!"

Hang YunRuo approached the painting again, savoring the meaning of the painting. Mu Jingyang's idea is different. The cause of Hang Guocheng's death is very complicated. Maybe hang Guocheng knew that danger was close to him or he knew that his life would not be long.

But how he died, now Liu Zheng is still investigating, but time has passed so long, whether we can find useful information is still unknown.

"The style of painting is a school of its own, the technique is realistic, without affectation, the writing is smooth, without any hesitation... A master is a master!"

For the first time, hang YunRuo observed hang Guocheng's paintings in such a close range. Although he had seen the pictures on the Internet before, it was far less shocking than today.

Looking at the painting, hang YunRuo gently touched the slightly rough paper with his fingers again. He closed his eyes and quietly felt what the painting wanted to say to the world.

Several people at the scene quietly watched hang YunRuo, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyes reddening, and the sunset alone.

"YunRuo, why are you crying?" Mu Jingyang came over and gently took hang YunRuo's shoulder and brought her into his arms.

Hang YunRuo hugged Mu Jingyang tightly, restrained the great sadness and confusion in his heart, and his body trembled slightly.

"Jingyang, I don't know why. When I see this painting, I always feel heavy in my heart. I can't breathe soon!"

Hang YunRuo's voice is stuffy, tightly pulling Mu Jingyang's clothes. Some incoherent with Mu Jingyang said his current feeling.

Mu Jingyang gently patted hang YunRuo, surprised. I accompanied hang YunRuo to see countless art exhibitions, among which there was no lack of the theme that people would feel uncomfortable. Of course, Mu Jingyang can't understand the meaning of it - art is more difficult for him to understand than science.

But only this time, hang YunRuo's eyes were moist, as if he felt the sadness of the man in the painting. Is this the feeling of connecting father and daughter? Is this an instinctive response?

"YunRuo, it's not surprising that you are a painter and can have a deeper understanding of another painter's ideas. Moreover, it's normal that you encounter unhappy things today and your mood is affected!"

Mu Jingyang did not intend to tell hang YunRuo the truth now. He was worried that hang YunRuo's mind and body could not bear such things.

He is waiting for Fang Yongchen to come back, or for a suitable time. He doesn't want to see hang YunRuo hurt again, or he doesn't want hang YunRuo to participate in anything that is risky.

"If my niece and daughter-in-law like this painting, I will give it to you! Many people want to buy it from me at a high price, but I won't buy it! "

South looking at two people are not talking, so quickly cut in. Xiang Xinci looks at his father with a flattering smile on his face, and at hang YunRuo who is tightly held by Mu Jingyang. He turns up his white eyes in his heart, but he doesn't dare to show it.

"Jingyang, I want to stay! Let them go, I don't want to see them... "Hang YunRuo's head began to hurt again, she didn't want to see the hypocritical face of the south, and she didn't want to see the eyes of Xiangxin.

"See off!" Mu Jingyang stares at YunRuo in his arms, and looks at her frowning tightly. His face turns white. He knows that he must be suffering again.

Big hand a force will hang YunRuo whole embrace in the arms, to the housekeeper after a shout, the head also did not return to embrace hang YunRuo walked back to the bedroom.

"Jingyang, I have a headache!" Hang YunRuo holds Mu Jingyang's hand tightly, with a trace of choking in his voice. Like a child who is afraid of getting sick, it is heartbreaking.

"If cloud does not cry, if cloud obediently take medicine, a good sleep, wake up will not have a headache!" Mu Jingyang took out the medicine prescribed by the doctor and gave hang YunRuo a mouthful of water.

Maybe it's really too hard. It's very difficult for hang YunRuo to take medicine on weekdays. He cooperates with Mu Jingyang to take medicine, and then he is held in his arms by Mu Jingyang, and his big hand is gently patted on hang YunRuo's shoulder.

Perhaps because of taking the medicine, hang YunRuo's brain is a little chaotic and gradually falls into a deep sleep. In her dream, she seemed to see the person in the painting, still holding the withered anemone in her hand.

The man slowly turned around, his face blurred, but if hang Yun could feel the man smiling at him.

A few seconds later, the man turned away and quietly looked at the golden red Xixia. Hang YunRuo also looked at the past with the man's eyes and felt the peace in the dream.

"I hope you can be happy!" Dream of the people gently said to hang YunRuo, hang YunRuo some confused looking at that person, but found that only their own sunset.