Chapter 631

"After three years of seclusion, my father completed the murals inside. In these three years, I became the head of the Zhangjia clan, which is now me."

Zhang Xingling said very lightly, but still can feel deep loneliness from inside.

I never heard him talk about his mother. Maybe he was not around since he was born. It was not easy for him to have a father. I didn't expect that he was so careless and took full responsibility for his so-called dream.

He must be his own father, right?

Probably also envies the little brother's father very much, then kills Zhang linzhe probably belongs to the innermost feelings a little to vent anger.

Thinking of this, Gu Li suddenly remembered the complacent words he had just said. He didn't know how much damage it would cause him. When he thought about it in his mind, he blurted out: "I'm sorry."

"Ha?" He turned to look at her.

Gu Li waved his hand and said it didn't matter: "just go on."

"I was very happy at the moment when I finished the mural. I thought that my father would finally have time to play with me, but what I didn't expect was that my father felt that the task of his life had been completed and he could end his life."

She opened her mouth, and as an outsider, she could not understand the logic.

Looking at her appearance, Zhang Xingling suddenly burst out laughing: "do people engaged in art have a bit of nervousness?"

In desperation, he could only use this explanation. Gu Li Ku nodded with a smile: "probably, people often say that there is only a thin line between genius and madman."

"I can't stop it. Maybe my father never considered my opinion when he was growing up."

He pointed to the cave behind him: "my father found a sunny and windy weather, wrote his own letter, then took a dagger, dressed in his usual clothes, and sacrificed in front of his painting."

He blinked, turned his head and couldn't see his inner expression: "that's it. He's dead."

I don't know whether he died flat or vigorous. In a word, he died in a very strange way, in a way that others can't understand.

There are various forms in the world. As long as they don't touch other people's interests, how everyone interprets his own life or how to end his own life is a kind of freedom, which can't be evaluated by others.

It's just that Zhang Xingling is the victim of his vital interests. He probably never enjoyed normal fatherly love.

Do you hate him? Gu Li didn't say these words.

Two people so Leng Leng looking at the dark hole, sad? Or resent not understanding? Or admiration and so on, countless emotions together, incomparably complex.

"Fortunately, my father had a good conscience when he died. He wrote me a letter. It was more a suicide note than a letter."

Zhang Xingling said while walking forward: "let's go back together. It's time for lunch."

"What's the note left behind? To your heart? "

"Well, a little." Zhang Xingling said with his fingers, "but only a little."

I told Gu Li everything, but I didn't expect to be so careful. Even the contents of the suicide note came out: "he said I'm sorry that he didn't take the responsibility of his father, but all his experiences in this life gave her something she liked. She didn't want to live a life in vain. I hope I can understand him."

Well, this is really what Zhang Xingling's father said.

"And then?"

"No, that's the only thing about me, not as much as your father."

Gu Li's eyes widened in shock: "my father was mentioned in the suicide note?"

"Well, and a lot. In his suicide note, his father thanks Mr. Gu. He thought he left alone, but he didn't expect to meet someone who appreciates himself. At the last time he left, he was happy at least. He really thanks Mr. Gu for appreciating his paintings, but he can't do anything to repay him. "

Zhang Xingling said here for a moment, his eyes slowly looked at Gu Li: "my purpose of approaching you has appeared."

She was full of doubts about her father's literary literacy? When I saw that the old man had a lot of temperament, I complimented the painting casually, so Uncle Zhang kept it in mind.

If so, is Uncle Zhang really pathetic?

Heart is opening brain hole when, suddenly heard Zhang Xingling said this, a face muddled forced to look at him.

Purpose? What's the purpose? What's the utilitarian purpose in the words just now.

"My father can't repay your father's kindness, so I, as a son, have a chance to repay Mr. ou. In order to get close to my father's spiritual life, I also want to stop trying to get to the top."

"So you went to Gu's group to be an assistant?"

He smiles and nods.

Did you promise to come down? This reason, I... Town industry no one!

To tell you the truth, Gu Li didn't believe it. But there was a father who sacrificed his body to painting. It seemed that he didn't do too much. The reason seems reasonable.

While she was confused, Zhang Xingling continued to ask, "does your father have any confidants?"

"Yes, but not your father." It's Zhou Zhang, Zhou Chuli's father. His father has been talking about his friends. So it's really fate that he met Zhou Chuli.

The other side looked up at the sky, slightly sad said: "yes, my father, your father as a confidant, but Mr. Ou didn't think so at all, probably just happened to see a talented poor painter, just sighed a few words."

She thought, you zhangjias are not poor at all, OK.

"My father's last wish is to show the last painting he left in the world to his only confidant. If I go to your father so abruptly, I will definitely get a refusal."

That's not necessarily. You don't know how wonderful the middle-aged and old people's definition of friendship is.

"Let's save the country by the curve. I'll investigate and make a good relationship with you. By the way, I'll fulfill my father's wish. First, let president Gu have a look at this painting. Second, I'll help Gu's group."

"Help Gu group?"

Zhang Xingling nodded frankly: "there is a prize competition, now what is the most serious problem of Gu group?"

Gu Li Leng, half credulous answer: "aging, pedantic or corrupt?"

"Yes, these can be solved in one way."

Good guy, my father wants to break the head of the problem, you all of a sudden to solve: "what method?"