I make a living solving crimes.

Before the advent of the Internet age, or if we extend the timeline a little longer, there seems to be little difference in entertainment methods from ancient times to modern times.

Rich people drink, visit prostitutes, play chess and cards, while those with more elegant tastes go camping and traveling, read books, appreciate flowers, and seek pleasure in every possible way.

Most poor people can only turn off the lights and save fuel to have children.

Chang Wei still likes playing with his mobile phone.

Lie in bed and watch short videos, open Yangshizi to read novels, and curse the author with other readers who strengthen their kidneys for marrying eighteen concubines.

That was his hobby in his previous life.

At night in this life, he would occasionally go to the black market to buy some much-needed supplies and tickets, and occasionally go to the police station to enforce justice. Most of the time, he could only accompany the little girl in playing roping.

When material life cannot be guaranteed, spiritual life is out of the question.

Tonight is different.

Unable to buy sketch paper, he could only use rice paper instead. He also bought some lousy pencils and spread them on the low table of the bed to paint.

Wang Wei was a man who was very good at writing poetry. He wrote in "Painting": From afar, the mountains are colorful; from nearby, the water is silent; spring is gone, the flowers remain; when people come, the birds are not startled.

Chang Wei certainly can't reach this level.

Not to mention flowers and birds, he could only sketch the landscape roughly, after all, the system reward was figure sketches.

Clear violin music was playing on the gramophone. The little girl was leaning against the low table with her chin propped up, playing the role of a red-sleeved lady. After taking a bath, the little girl had a faint smell of soap on her body, which was quite appropriate.

"Uncle, is this a nest?" She stood up on the other side of the bed, stepping on her own shadow, and leaned her head to look at the little man in the center of the scroll.

"Yes, this is the cutest Chang Xiaoman." Chang Wei chuckled, "Who else do you know?"

"This, this is grandma, and this, looks like grandpa...it's grandpa." The little girl had no memory of Chang Kun, but there was a portrait hanging in the east wing, and she looked at it every day.

"Yes, this is grandpa."

"Grandpa... Why is Grandpa in this painting?"

"Because only by coming here can Grandpa see his favorite Chang Xiaoman!"

The little girl didn't understand what Chang Wei meant. She supported Chang Wei's body and walked along the edge of the bed behind him. She jumped up and down, "Yes, Grandpa. I'm sitting in your arms."

Chang Wei's face was as gentle as water. He put his arm around the little girl's back and held her in his arms, his eyes lingering on the scroll for a long time.

That year Xiaoman was born, and we had originally planned to take a family portrait, but everyone said to wait and see, and take the photo when Xiaoman was one year old.

After Chang Kun passed away, I waited another year and my brother-in-law also passed away.

I can't wait to see this family photo anymore.

In the scroll, Chang Kun and Yang Min were sitting upright on chairs, the little girl was leaning in Chang Kun's arms, with Chang Tian and Chang Long standing on both sides. Behind the chairs, Chang Wei and his brother-in-law were holding Chang Da's arms on the left and right.

The whole family was smiling.

This is probably the charm of painting.

You can stop the clock and turn it back to see the relatives in your dreams again.

Because the painting of Sheng Xuanzhi was large and contained many characters, Chang Wei did not plan to finish it in one day. After outlining the framework of the characters, he closed the painting circle, carried the little girl out of the house, and walked towards the living room along the eaves.

I had twice-cooked pork at noon and in the evening. It was a bit salty and a bit thirsty.

The little girl moved along the wall, one step at a time, and raised her head to say, "My mother likes to draw, too."

"Yes, Mom also likes to draw. Let's give Mom a surprise when we finish the drawing, okay?"

"it is good."

The little girl was jumping for joy, as if she were floating.

"This is my uncle's secret. I can't tell them now."

"No need to say." The little girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Uncle's breasts."

"Yes, a secret."

Walking into the living room from the yard, the whole family was there. Yang Min and Chang Da were busy making new clothes and shoes, while Chang Tian and Chang Long were reading picture books enthusiastically.

He brought this back when he bought rice paper today.

"Old Third, when will you pay the tuition?"

"Brother, go register, pay the fees and get the books on Friday, and school will start next Monday." When Chang Tian heard the question, he put down the picture book in his hand and answered seriously.

Chang Wei nodded, took out ten yuan and handed it to him, "Pay it for the fourth child, and use the rest to buy stationery."

Chang Long was mumbling to himself, probably because he had no expectations of going to school at all.

Chang Wei ignored her.

Chang Tian was already an obedient child, so Chang Long still wanted to raise her a little bit. Nine years later, when she would graduate from junior high school, she would be just sixteen years old, and it would be impossible to keep her.

In that kind of environment, honest children suffer more.

The little girl crawled onto the drum stool and twisted this and that, like a little monkey who couldn't sit still. After glancing at Chang Long beside her, she leaned over to take a look at the picture book in her hand and thought the pictures were not as good as those of her uncle.

She was about to say it when she remembered that it was her uncle's breast, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hands and rolled her eyes.

Chang Da was amused by her daughter's silly and cute look. She put down her needlework and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The little girl blinked and giggled, saying, "Don't tell mommy."

Chang Da teased her deliberately and pretended to be angry and asked, "You and mom also have a secret?"

The little girl rolled her eyes again, raised her head, and said firmly: "Just don't tell mom."

Chang Da reached out to grab her, but the little girl panicked and ran towards Chang Wei with her butt twisted.

Chang Long was watching the fun from the sidelines. Seeing that the little girl had escaped the disaster, he sighed with regret and continued to read the picture book with his head shaking.

In fact, she is illiterate.

Chang Wei asked curiously, "Old Four, do you understand?"

Chang Long shook the comic book in his hand and said stubbornly, "I can guess. It's that simple."

Chang Wei bought a complete set of "Water Margin". She probably just wanted to read it for fun. Seeing her say that, Chang Wei smiled and said, "Then I'll tell you a riddle first and you can guess it."

Chang Long puffed out his chest, quite confidently, "Brother, tell me, I can definitely guess it."

Chang Wei hugged the little girl and thought for a while, "Listen carefully, wearing a big red hat, wearing colorful clothes, singing in the early morning, urging people to get up early, guess what this is?"

Chang Long was stunned for a moment. Yang Min and Chang Da also stopped what they were doing and waited for her answer. Chang Tian must have guessed it, as he smiled foolishly and said nothing. Only the little girl looked at Chang Wei with a confused look on her face.

Chang Long put down the picture book in his hand and looked around the room. After a long while, he suddenly realized, "I know, it's mother."

Yang Min stood up with a sullen face, cursing, and picked up the feather duster next to the clock to beat him.

Chang Wei laughed out loud.

After chatting about family matters for a while, he stood up and opened the door. In the dark night and rain, a large group of people walked into the yard.

What kind of eyes does Chang Wei have?

"Director Chen, why are you here today?" Chang Wei saw early on that the person leading the team was Chen Mingji, and the six or seven people gathered behind him were all staff members of the street office.

He was more familiar with the people following behind him.

Control the labor team!

Hearing the voice, Chen Mingji squinted his eyes and used the light in the room to identify it. He couldn't help but smile on his usually serious face, "It's little Chang Wei!"