at night.

A quiet path, a familiar alley.

The treetops slowly stretched out from the school next to them, and the trash can was still in its original position.

What changed slightly was that the muddy road on the ground was paved with cement.

What he was a little confused about was what those people riding on electric bicycles had a big box behind them.

Li Zijin stood downstairs at the door of her house wearing a brown coat, short hair and beard.

He swallowed a sip of water in his throat, and his expression became complicated.

Then he mustered up the courage and walked into the corridor.

He touched the key and came to the third floor with some nervousness. Looking at the familiar iron door, he took a deep breath and tried to put the key in.

After all, it has been four and a half years.

He can understand even if the door lock is changed at home.

But the moment I twisted, there was a click and the lock was clearly unlocked.

Almost at the same time as I hear the sound.

The woman in the room also became nervous. She pinched her fingers with a panic expression, then looked carefully towards the door, and picked up the broom next to her in her hand.

Li Zijin was stunned when he pushed the door open. His mouth slightly opened and his pupils were widened and stared at the familiar figure.

Time seemed to be frozen in this moment.

I don't know how long it took.

It's like a few seconds, or a whole century.

The figure rushed towards him like crazy and burst into tears.

The woman who made him miss day and night cried so hard that she burst into tears, slapped his chest frantically, and choked and couldn't even say anything.

I never dreamed that I could see my man coming back.

Li Zijin also gasped and held his wife whom he had some debts.

In the second year after the child was released, he was accused of being imprisoned for creating fake paintings. He initially betrayed for six years, but now he is released from prison one and a half early.

The wife couldn't stop crying, and she shook her head in disbelief and said, "You..."

Haven't spoken yet.

Li Zijin seemed to have guessed what the other party wanted to say, and smiled and stroked her head and said, "I'm doing well in advance."

At this time, he finally saw his daughter whom he was worried about day and night.

My daughter seemed to be standing by the wall with some fear, looking at the man who looked familiar and had only seen in the album.

At this time, the little girl shouted slightly, "Dad, Dad?"

Hearing this, Li Zijin seemed to have cleared most of the grievances accumulated over the years. He ran over and picked up his daughter with a bitter and touching smile.

A sudden thud!

The daughter cried out in grievance. She cried like a rainy person and scolded, "You are not my father, my father is not like this."

The couple looked at each other and laughed.

Li Zijin pinched the child's nose and smiled, "Why isn't it?"

Only then did the child point to his hair and signal, "You didn't whip."

He remembered that he had tied up with long hair before.

His eyes couldn't help but fall into the corner of the room, the frames wrapped layer by layer.

He turned around and looked at his wife.

He asked in a shameful tone: "Where are you still there?"

The wife lowered her head and replied: "It's all your hard work, how could it be lost?"

She didn't want to recall the memories of a large group of people rushing into the house and rumbling around. Those people told her that her husband would be detained after breaking the law.

More than ten paintings have been confiscated, all of which are imitations of famous paintings.

In the end, only these three works created by themselves remain.

Li Zijin was filled with mixed feelings. He spent the first half of his life immersed in the so-called art. When he walked out of society, he realized that the world was like this.

I have no other advantages besides drawing.

As soon as he got married, he spent all his savings at home, someone encouraged him to make money by forging famous paintings.

When I first entered society, I was short of money, so how could I resist the temptation of money?

After tasting the sweetness, he began to embark on this path of no return, imitating six or seven works one after another.

Each painting can receive tens of thousands of rewards.

He didn't know how much others sold it. It was not until the police took him away that he realized that he was so stupid.

His paintings were sold for hundreds of thousands or even millions, but in the end they were fake because they were identified.

That's why it was implicated and investigated, and the amount involved was as high as more than 6 million yuan.

And he got less than 200,000, which is ridiculous and sad.

In the end, in the court, he was sentenced to six years in prison because he was also deceived and victimized, while the criminal gang that actually sold fake paintings was sentenced to fifteen years in prison and confiscated all his property.

moment.

His wife quickly cooked a bowl of noodles for him.

Li Zijin slowly uncovered these dusty paintings. He spent countless efforts to contribute to the exhibition, but was repeatedly rejected.

He couldn't even hand over the paintings and was blocked outside the doors of major art exhibitions again and again.

No one cares about a nameless person who is not famous.

Of course no one would appreciate his works.

Now that I have a criminal record, these paintings may not have a chance, and they will never show up.

Li Zijin took a look at the bed and dressing table he bought from his wedding. Everything was like the past, even though it was already a little dirty.

At this time, my daughter picked up a paper crane and smiled happily: "Master said, Dad came back here."

Hearing this, Li Zijin immediately laughed.

The children are indeed very naive and fairy tale.

He took the Thousand Paper Crane, stroked the child's head in a doting tone, and asked, "Did you fold this?"

Li Jiajia pouted her mouth and shook her head, "No, it was given to me by the master. He said that when I fell asleep, this would turn into a flying crane, and then take her father home."

In this way, my wife took the matter about this paper crane.

As well as the rumors about the fortune teller, and the fact that she and her children have been told carefully over the past few years.

When Li Zijin heard the child crying and asking for his father outside, he sighed heavily.

Over the years, I have been wronged because of myself, my children and my wives.

Li Zijin gritted his teeth and looked more and more determined. He spoke very seriously: "I'll find a job!"

The little girl was excited and looked forward to it, "Mom said that Dad is a great painter."

Hearing this, Li Zijin immediately smiled. He rubbed his daughter's face and said, "Dad is a young painter, not a big painter."

He took a look at these works of his past and finally made a decision that he had never been reluctant to leave before, which was to sell them.

Someone once bought it before, although the price is not high.

But there are also 20,000 yuan per painting, and now it is 60,000 yuan.

But at that time, he was arrogant and did not look down on it. He was full of thought that his works could be on a larger platform, hoping to become an artist and hold an exhibition of his own.
Chapter completed!