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Chapter 83

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    "So? You are curious. You went to Linlang Street? You just drew him? Why did I warn you before, but you don't understand? You never understand human language? Is my uncle something you can draw casually? Others died  Is your relative a prop that you can use to practice your writing?"

    "Feng Jian, you know I just want to give it to you"

    He raised his eyebrows: "You gave it to me? You painted my uncle like this? Are you still embarrassed to give it to me?"

    The crumpled paper rolled down the corner, exposing half of his forehead. Feng Jian stared at the painting.  I just feel my heart hurts and I can't breathe.

    And Feng Jian could not give a reasonable explanation for his subsequent actions.

    "Li Wanyun, who allowed you to be so smart? Did I pay you? Did I let you paint? If I had known that your painting was so poor, I would never have made this request! Can you paint my uncle? Who are you?  ?Why don¡¯t you get out?¡±

    Still not satisfied, Feng Jian knocked down all Wan Yun's drawing boards and kicked them into the corner, breaking the entire wood.

    Like an angry beast.  Feng Jian just stood there motionless, her whole body feeling cold and hot.  He thought he was looking down on the past and loss, but at this moment, Wan Yun's painting caught him off guard and hit him in the foot.

    After a while, Feng Jian panted and looked back at Wanyun, but there was no one behind him.

    Wanyun must have run away when he stepped on the splint.

    Even though he yelled at her before, she just turned pale and said sorry softly.

    At this moment, Wan Yun¡¯s cashmere jacket and bag were still hanging on the back of the chair.  It was pouring rain outside the window and a typhoon was approaching. Only then did Feng Jian remember why she came to pick up Wanyun.

    He stood there blankly, as if he was reliving the scene when his uncle died.

    Compared with the confusion after retreating due to anger, more complex and uncomfortable emotions suddenly surged up - it was him who messed up everything again. If he hadn't wanted to escape from Linlang Street so much, if he could spend more time with his uncle, if  Could he be more patient¡ª¡ª

    The door rang slightly.

    Feng Jian raised his head suddenly.

    The curator stuck his head in hesitantly.

    Facing Feng Jian¡¯s disappointed look, the curator took off the wig on his head, held it in his hand, and uneasily looked at the mess in the room: ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t mean to stuff the photos in¡±

    Feng Jian suddenly came to his senses, he pushed the curator away and chased him out.

    Looking around.

    I searched every place in the art museum five or six times, including every exhibition hall.  Feng Jian thought that his expression was the same and his movements were quiet. However, everyone who passed by him stayed away from him, as if they were seeing the god of plague.  In the end, the entire art museum was alarmed by him. If he hadn't been the curator, he would have been chased away by the security guards.

    But Wanyun is not there.

    At this time, Feng Jian regretted not having a bodyguard for her family. At least several people knew where she was.

    His footsteps almost caught up with his heartbeat,

    In the rain, Feng Jian searched for the cafes near the art museum, looked at the wooden chairs next to the fountain, and then drove to Wanyun's gallery.

    Still no one.

    Feng Jian pondered for a moment, tried his best to control the speed and heartbeat of the car, then turned around and drove towards Li's old house.

    The rain kept coming and the strong wind came. When the servant of the old house heard the doorbell and opened the door, he looked at his uncle who was soaking wet in surprise and said that the eldest lady had not come back for a long time.

    Feng Jian remembered Wanyun saying that sometimes when he was unhappy, he recalled coming to the beach to relax.  I wonder if she will also come to the beach after seeing the madman.

    The sky is gloomy, the clouds are rolling, and the wind and rain are blowing so hard that people can't keep their eyes open.  The sea is like an angry beast, roaring towards the shore, and then retreating with insufficient strength.

    By the rock, there was indeed a figure with a fluttering skirt.

    Feng Jian pulled her down.

    The other person is a short and fat girl, taking a selfie with her mobile phone.

    She pulled her arm out of Feng Jian's hand very angrily.

    "Are you crazy?"

    ¡°I¡¯m looking for a madman¡ª¡ª¡± Feng Jian said this, but he didn¡¯t seem to say it out loud.

    The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

    For a few hours, Feng Jian went to the place where Wanyun might appear to try his luck.

    However, he was clearly out of luck.

    Two hours later, Feng Jian called He Long.

    "Hello?"

    He Long was obviously drinking afternoon tea, and the melodious sound of the violin came from the other side.

    "Xiao Feng?" She was obviously surprised by the rare call from her son-in-law. "What happened to Wanyun?" she asked immediately.

    He Long is far away in the UK, and the UK does not know the whereabouts of Wanyun.

    Feng Jian??Jane's eyes.

    The movements are a bit stiff.

    That¡¯s the rich taste of ginger soup, very spicy, without any sweetness.

    She thought, Zhen¡¯s mother must have hated this guy very much.

    After a moment, Feng Jian left her lips.

    He said flatly: "Your clothes and bag were left at the art museum today."

    Wan Yun said "hmm" and said equally calmly: "Remind me to get it back tomorrow."

    Turning off the lights again, both of them were silent.

    Wan Yun turned his back to Feng Jian.

    The bed was so soft that my whole body seemed to sink in endlessly.  Her pulse was still beating very fast, and she couldn't control it even if she stopped breathing slightly.  There are complicated feelings in my heart, very bitter, very stable, very sad, very scared, very lonely, very hasty, very tired, very longing.

    ¡°I couldn¡¯t hold it any longer¡­ Wan Yun subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarettes on the bedside table to relieve herself, but she didn¡¯t dare to destroy any more peace.

    There was a slight sound from behind.

    Feng Jian pulled Wanyun over.

    In the darkness, he kissed her lips again accurately and forcefully.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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