After being silent for a long time, Jiang Changxi spoke: "I'm sorry, everyone has different opinions. ”

"Yes, in fact, what Ling Hong said is also right, who wants such a thing to happen, but now that it has happened, I can only think about it and comfort myself like this. The strong man was stunned and shook his head.

"Yes, no one wants such a thing, everyone wants to live. ”

"No, you can still eat two more meals of Boss Yuan's dishes while you are alive. ”

"Uncle Jia also said that he would eat Boss Yuan's dishes until he died, and now it can be regarded as a reality. Someone said with a wry smile.

Of course, during this period, there was an indispensable curse on the thief, and these usual elites scolded people with different words, and they didn't repeat it, which could be regarded as venting their grievances.

Even Yuan Zhou, who was in the kitchen, nodded in agreement between cooking, yes, Yuan Zhou hated that thief very much.

"Dongpo elbow arrives, please use it slowly. Just when the store was once again immersed in sadness, Yuan Zhou took a plate of Dongpo elbows and put it in front of the strong man.

"Thank you, thank you Boss Yuan. The strong man thanked him.

"You're welcome, please use it slowly. After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook.

"Okay, everyone is here to eat, let's eat the dishes made by Boss Yuan. Jiang Changxi clapped her hands and said.

"Yes, yes, let's have a good taste of Master Yuan's craftsmanship. Technician Cheng drank.

Then Ling Hong sat back, there were more people drinking this time, and the atmosphere in the store improved, and then Zhou Jia began to serve out dishes one after another.

Except for the episode at noon, the rest of the time was still very pleasant.

It's just that this time Wuhai and Ling Hong didn't stay long after eating, but left directly, which is rare.

"I drew a painting yesterday, you can help me bring it to Uncle Jia. Wu Hai touched his mustache and walked steadily upstairs.

"Good. Ling Hong nodded in response.

After going upstairs, Wu Hai directly pushed open the door of the studio and walked in with Ling Hong.

At this time, there was no one in the studio, but it was not as chaotic as when Yuan Zhou came in the morning.

The drawings on the floor have been cleaned up, the floor is as clean as new, there are cups and tissues on the table, and all the takeaways have been cleaned up.

Only the easel was still in the center, because the painting was facing away from the door, and Ling Hong hadn't seen what it was painting yet.

Of course, this is all the credit of Zheng Jiawei, he left with peace of mind after seeing Wuhai waiting in line for dinner, and everything was fine if he could eat.

"This is it. Wu Hai turned the easel and let Ling Hong see the painting on it.

Wu Hai's painting is naturally painted on canvas, this painting is not large, 60 centimeters long, no more than 50 centimeters wide.

There is only one task portrait on it, which is Uncle Jia's avatar, which is Uncle Jia's slightly smiling appearance, full and bright, just like a real person.

Just take a closer look and find something different, that is, there is a painting in this painting.

For example, the wrinkles on Uncle Jia's forehead hide the figure of Uncle Jia riding a tricycle, and the lines on his forehead are the traces left by Uncle Jia's wheels crossing the ground.

And the position of the cheekbones looks like a mountain peak carefully, a mountain full of red maple leaves, and Uncle Jia, who is a small figure, is climbing the mountain.

Even the hair is Uncle Jia rowing in a dark lake at night, and the image is lifelike.

There is also the collar position and the scene of Uncle Jia telling a story in the store, and even Ling Hong saw his figure in it.

This is simply a picture of Xiao Xiang composed of many small pictures of Uncle Jia, the painting is gentle at a glance, and Uncle Jia's demeanor is kind and calm.

A closer look is stunning and incredible.

"It's a real picture. Ling Hong muttered.

"Hmm. Wu Hai nodded, but it was rare that he didn't say much.

"Is it hanging or what. Ling Hong asked.

Speaking of which, Ling Hong thought that Wuhai had painted a portrait of Uncle Jia, and wanted to take it and hang it for memorial or burn it directly to Uncle Jia.

Because Old Man Ling has said a long time ago, Uncle Jia has no recent photos, and Wuhai has the strength to restore Uncle Jia's appearance.

Although it is an insult for a painter to paint as realistically as a photo, this is Uncle Jia, and it is different.

And burning is better explained, it is equivalent to a little thing that Wuhai gave to Uncle Jia, just like relatives and friends burning food, clothing and housing for their deceased relatives.

It's just that looking at this painting now is obviously not as simple as a portrait, this is art, and it is a treasure art that can be seen by a layman.

Yes, Ling Hong's burning words are a little indescribable.

"No, burn it. Wu Hai didn't look at the painting, but turned his head to look downstairs, touched his mustache and said lightly.

"Okay, I'll burn it to Grandpa Jia myself. Ling Hong nodded seriously, and then said.

"That's good. "Wukaido.

"Well, then I'll take the painting with me. Ling Hong paused.

"I didn't frame it, you can just take it. "Wukaido.

Ling Hong nodded, didn't speak, and then started to hold the painting, Ling Hong's hand was very light and light, as if he was afraid of breaking it, he carefully took it off and then held the painting.

"Thank you. Ling Hong held the painting, and was reluctant to roll or fold it, and said softly.

"No, it's not for you, it's for Uncle Jia. "Wukaido.

"Okay, then I'll leave now. After Ling Hong finished speaking, he walked downstairs with the painting in his hand.

Along the way, some people stretched out their heads curiously to look over, but Ling Hong frowned and refused to show others, and walked out of the side street directly.

"Open doors. Ling Hong walked to his car and said to the driver.

Yes, Ling Hong didn't drive himself today, but the driver sent him, after all, his recent state is really not suitable for driving by himself, not to mention that Old Man Ling is not at ease.

Therefore, in order to reassure the old man Ling, who was out of the house to run errands, Ling Hong would not drive by himself recently, nor would he go to distant places.

"Okay, wait a minute. The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door.

Ling Hong held the painting, carefully got into the car, looked ahead and said, "Go to the cemetery." ”

"Good. The driver peeked at the painting, and then drove seriously.

On the other side, Wuhai sat on the bed and looked downstairs, the lunch time of the Yuanzhou shop downstairs was not over yet, and it was very lively below.

"Hope you like it. Wu Hai muttered.

"No, I definitely like it, after all, I'm Wuhai. Wu Hai touched his mustache and smiled confidently.

That look was like seeing Uncle Jia surprise when he received the painting.

"Speaking of the name rice, it's really weird, but the porridge with pickled cabbage is really delicious, and it's okay to drink porridge at night. Wu Hai had some thoughts floating in his mind, and his eyes looked downstairs so fixedly.

It was clear that he was in a daze......

ps: The weather has been capricious recently, everyone should pay attention to keep warm and don't catch a cold.