I really don't want to be a teacher

"Mister, I will take this old man painting away." With a smile, the old man withdrew his hand and said.

"Please."

Hearing this, the old man stretched out his hand unhurriedly, rolled up the scroll, and held it in his hand.

"There are sentient beings in the painting, and sentient beings have various forms. Sir, you are playing in the world." The old man said while holding the painting and looking at Lian Ge.

"It's not a game, it's just a look." Lian Ge smiled, looked at the old man, and said calmly.

"Take a look... Take a look at the world..." After repeating this sentence several times, the old man shook his head again,

"Sir, I am afraid that the old man will not be able to draw this painting in his life."

While talking, the old man paused again,

"Since I already got a painting from my husband, I won't bother you, old man, so I will take my leave first."

After saying something, the old man turned his head and looked into the distance. His student was drawing a picture over there.

"...That brat is still painting there, and I don't know what it looks like."

Smiling, the old man said goodbye to Lian Ge again, then took the painting, turned and left towards the distance.

……

Seeing the old man getting far away in sight, Lian Ge looked away, looked at the booth that had become quiet again, and sat down on the stool behind the long table again.

……

It was already noon, the tourists passing by on the street gradually became thinner, and the pace of passers-by became more and more hurried.

For a long time, no one stopped in front of the booth again,

On the side of the street, vendors with stalls also take advantage of this gap, either to take out meals brought from home, or to order takeaway from restaurants, and have lunch.

Lian Ge was not in a hurry, he looked at the sparse pedestrians on the road, and at the street vendors of various colors.

And the little white mouse squatting on Lian Ge's shoulder turned its head, sniffed its nose, and looked greedily at the street stalls selling snacks,

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Wait a minute."

……

"...Come, eat a piece."

Next to the stall, the old farmer who was pushing a tricycle and selling watermelon cut up a watermelon and distributed it to other stall owners around.

Another piece of watermelon was handed out, the old man turned his eyes to look, holding a piece of watermelon, walked towards Lian Ge,

"...Is the business going well in the morning?"

The old man walked to Lian Ge's side, and spoke with a smile.

"Not bad." Lian Ge smiled and responded,

"It's good... Hey, the weather is really hot." The old man raised his head and looked out of the shade of the mountain. "It's autumn, and it's still so hot."

While talking, the old man shook his head, then turned his gaze to Lian Ge,

"...Come on, eat a piece of watermelon to quench your thirst and heat."

The old man said, and handed the watermelon he was holding to Lian Ge, as if he was afraid that the dust on his hands would stain the flesh of the watermelon. The old man opened his fingers and just held it without touching it.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, took the watermelon, tasted it,

"How does it taste? Is it sweet?" The old man looked at it and asked with a smile.

"It's pretty sweet." Lian Ge replied with a smile,

"That's good, you can grow watermelons in your own land, just don't dislike it."

"Squeak... squeak."

The little white mouse squatting on its shoulders looked at the watermelon in Lian Singer, and couldn't help screaming twice.

"...Hey, you pet, you're still weird." The old man raised his head, glanced at him, and then he bowed his waist slightly and said to the little white mouse with a smile,

"Wait, I'll go and cut a piece for you."

As he spoke, the old man smiled and walked back to his booth.

The little white mouse on the shoulder stood upright and looked towards the old man's booth.

……

"Here, here, you have a piece too."

It didn't take long for the old man to come back again, holding a piece of watermelon pulp wrapped in a plastic bag in his hand.

Hearing the sound, the little white mouse jumped down, grabbed the watermelon in its mouth, returned to Lian Ge's shoulder, and started to eat it.

"...It's really spiritual."

The old man looked at it, said something again with a smile, then turned around, ready to go back to his booth.

"Old man," Lian Ge stood up again,

Hearing the sound, the old man paused, turned his head and was a little puzzled at first, then glanced at the watermelon Lian Singer had already eaten, and smiled again on his dark face,

"Do you want to eat another piece? Wait, I'll get it for you."

The old man said with a smile.

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge smiled and shook his head, then turned his gaze to the mountain behind him,

"...Eating a piece of watermelon from you for nothing, old man, let me draw you a crane too."

As he spoke, Lian Ge picked up the inkstone still filled with ink, and splashed it on the drawing paper on the table.

Putting down the inkstone and picking up the change, Lian Ge smiled without explaining, moved away, walked around the long table, and walked away along the street.

……

Seeing this, the old watermelon seller stood there in a daze for a moment. After Lian Ge had gone away along the street, he moved slowly, walked to the long table, and looked at the drawing paper.

Seeing it, the old man couldn't help being stunned again,

I saw that the splashed ink just outlined a crane on the drawing paper, as if a crane was pressed in the painting and almost broke free.

"...the gods..."

Raising his head, the old man looked in the direction Lian Ge left, but he could no longer see Lian Ge.

Chapter 267

"……thanks, thanks……"

The man bent over, held the client's hand, thanked him a thousand times, and seemed a little excited,

"Don't be so polite, let's cooperate." The customer responded with a smile, and stood up from his seat.

"I haven't asked you yet, what you've been holding in your hand is..." The customer looked at the picture scroll in the man's hand, and couldn't help asking curiously.

"...It's a painting, a gift for my daughter." The man glanced at the scroll in his hand, his eyes were much softer,

"You're bringing a daughter too." The customer withdrew his gaze and looked at the man with sweat on his forehead.

"Then you should feel sorry for her... It's not easy to bring up a child. But when you get home and see the smile on her face, it's worth it."

Hearing this, the man looked at the picture scroll in his hand, with a smile on his face.

……

At the door of the hospital ward, the man held a scroll in one hand, and wiped the wet sweat on his head with a paper in the other hand. At the same time, he looked into the ward through the window on the door of the ward,

In the ward, his wife was sitting by the bed, peeling an apple, and talking to the child lying on the bed,

The child was not very interested, he just looked at the window, looked out of the window of the ward, and did not speak.

Looking into the ward, the man wiped off the sweat on his face, waved away the possible sweat smell on his body, put on a relaxed look, and pushed open the door of the ward.

"...Rourou, see what Dad brought you?"

With a smile on his face, the man walked into the ward and said to his daughter lying on the bed.

"dad……"

Seeing her father appear, the girl cried out in surprise,

"Hey." The man replied with a smile.

"Father, aren't you free to come here at night? Why are you here now?" the little girl asked happily,

"Dad got off work early today, so I came to see my little baby Come on, my baby, let's see what Dad brought you."

Smiling at his wife, the man also sat down on the side of the hospital bed, looked at his daughter and said with a smile, and at the same time took up the scroll in his hand,

"Father, what is this?" The daughter stretched out her hand to touch the scroll, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"It's a painting, come here, Dad will help you open it." Looking at his daughter, the man smiled and stretched out his hand to slowly unfold the painting.

The daughter stared intently with anticipation in her eyes.

"...so beautiful."

The girl looked at the painting on the unfolded scroll, as if her eyes suddenly brightened, she said in surprise.

"It's beautiful, dad help you hang it on the wall, so my baby can see it every day."

Seeing that his daughter liked it, the man also showed a smile on his face,

"Well, well...the mountain in the painting is so beautiful, it's as if I really saw it...that's..."

The girl responded crisply at first, then turned her head and looked at the painting with some doubts in her eyes.

"What is it?" The man asked with a smile.

"It's a bit like... like dad." The girl looked at her dad and said.

"Do you like it?" The man listened, with a smile on his face, and asked softly,

"I like it." The girl nodded.

"Come on, Dad will help you hang it on the wall opposite the baby."

While talking, the man took the scroll and took out a hook from his pocket,

"...is it okay to hang here, my baby?"

"No, just a little to the right, just a little."

"Is that so?"

"Dad, you are so stupid, move it over, move it to the left a little bit, just a little bit..."

Listening to his daughter's command, the man determined where to hang the picture on the wall opposite the hospital bed.

The little girl was lying on the hospital bed with her head raised, directing her father.

On the side, the man's wife and the girl's mother looked at the two father and daughter with a smile in their eyes.

"...Is this all right?"

"Okay, just stay here."

Hearing his daughter's words, the man smiled, glued the hook to the wall, and then hung the painting on the wall with the silk thread on the scroll on the top of the scroll.

After hanging the painting, the man took a few steps back and returned to his daughter's side.

"So beautiful..."

The girl lay on the hospital bed, looked at the painting, and said aloud.

The girl's mother heard the sound, gently stroked the girl's face, and turned her eyes to look at the painting on the wall.

The family of three looked at the painting and chatted...

……

"crunch..."

The woman took the key and pushed open the door of the main room in the old house,