"I have already stated this." Although he had stated this, Li Mo still hoped that the old man would not say it with a look of disgust. He lightly shrugged and said seriously, "If you want to hear more, I can It takes two hours to tell the story of my life.”
"It's sad enough to finish it in two hours in a lifetime." The old man said with a grimace.
"Because I don't really have anything to talk about. If you want to know the techniques of bargaining with market vendors, I can talk longer, or I can tell you about my first love." Li Mo's face showed a smile. A proud expression.
"Go away and speak to the tree. I'll cut out your tongue if I hear a word."
"Is my life so miserable?!"
"I'm not interested in your affairs at all, shameless guy..."
The old man did not finish his words and looked at Li Mo silently, with a certain look in his eyes that had gradually turned gray with age.
"I mean, you should tell this to those who value you, instead of wasting your time with an old guy like me."
"A waste of time?" Li Mo smiled, showing a bit of bitterness.
"Yes, it's a waste of time. There are so many young and beautiful girls in the city, and you have to spend time with me, an old man. Even if I have a daughter, she is still a divorced woman who has already raised a child. You are so young and have This kind of hobby?" The old man sighed repeatedly.
"That's all you say to me. How can a father say that about his daughter?"
"She is my daughter but not my ancestor. Why can't I talk about her? Besides, I don't regard her as my daughter." The old man was still angry.
"Is that so? Actually...I accidentally found this when I was looking through your bag."
Li Mo took out a piece of paper from his pocket that had begun to curl.
There is a painting on it.
The colors are elegant and the painting is exquisite, recording the appearance of a young girl.
Painting is really a good thing, it can preserve a person's appearance forever. This small piece of old paper has preserved the appearance of a woman who was not regarded as a daughter in someone's mouth when she was young.
Faint memories remain on the paper.
It is the back of a thin old man staring at the painting alone at night.
"give me back."
The old man scratched his wrinkled forehead and snatched the portrait back from Li Mo's hand. Perhaps to hide the changing expression on his face, the old man turned and looked into the distance.
"The painting is really good." Li Mo said.
"I painted it a long time ago. I couldn't paint after I injured my hand. At that time, I painted two pictures, one of my wife and one of my daughter. After my wife died, I burned her paintings." The old man stared at the painting silently. .
"It's such a pity, old man, you draw so well."
"It's nothing to regret. I have no one left to draw."
The old man looked at the painting helplessly like a lost child, but soon he smiled in front of the girl in the painting.
He must have remembered something happily.
He must have shown this expression on countless nights alone.
"Go back, old man." Li Mo once again persuaded the stubborn old man, "I know dreams are very important, but family members also have the same weight. You are her only relative, and it doesn't mean that you will always be with her. She should at least stay at home for a few more days."
"Haha, a dream?" The old man laughed dryly, "You should have understood by now. It was just nonsense to fool her. She has already lived to this age, so what dreams are there to talk about? it's so funny."
"Then why are you still here? Is it really just because you can't find a successor?"
"I escaped from here. Speaking of which, I have always been on the run in my life." The old man put away the picture and sat back in front of the bonfire. "For a while, I really believed in the so-called dragon. , but how can it be possible to find something made up? Just like me, no matter how hard I try, I can't become as good as that person."
I felt shameless to see him, so I ran away.
He escaped to this forest and was out of reach of him who was sleeping here.
Having lost my identity as a forest guard, I feel uncomfortable living outside, like a puppet with only an empty shell. But even so, I have always refused to accept my fate, and I still try to get closer to that person.
Looking back now, that childish resistance was not useless at all.
Perhaps my struggles made others think that I was a person worth trusting, so someone introduced my wife, who was a stranger to me at the time, to me.
My wife is not pretty, and her ears are a bit bad.
But she spoke very gently, and when she couldn't hear me, she would squint her eyes and smile and ask me what I just said.
I love her very much.
Our life has not been good since we got married, and with the war starting, the situation is getting worse day by day.
At that time, I joined the resistance just to buy more food for my wife and daughter. But what I didn’t expect was that my skills in surveying mountains and forests and preventing poaching would play a big role in the war. I quickly He became a general.
It's funny to say that no matter how much I desire, I can't achieve it, but at that time I had the illusion that I was a little closer to that person.
It was precisely because of these misunderstandings that I devoted all my energy to the army, leaving my wife and daughter to go on an expedition with the army.
The war lasted for a long time, and I was never able to meet them. I always thought about becoming a big shot, returning home in fine clothes, and making the two of them glorious.
However, before that time came, the daughter brought news that his wife had passed away.
The second person who saved me also left with disappointment.
Soon after, my troops were defeated and suffered heavy casualties. Perhaps it was at that time that I lost my last bit of consciousness.
I ran away again.
Escaped back to the place I had escaped from.
It's funny, but I really don't know where to go other than here.
"How about it? I can't even talk about it for two hours in my life. Isn't it sad?"
The old man laughed, and lay down on the spot following the gravity, looking up at the sky.
There was nothing up there, even in Li Mo's eyes the sky was filled with stars.
