But what love can a gold master buy?

Shen Tinglan didn't understand exactly what law Shen Dahai committed, but he only knew in general terms that he evaded taxes and owed money to others—the Shen family's business has grown, and in order to make a quick profit, it is inevitable to buy and sell short occasionally. , It doesn't matter if the connection is good, but once the dirt is hidden in the neglected investigation, it will face a total collapse.

Shen Haihai couldn't explain clearly to him, he said repeatedly that someone dug a hole for him to jump in, and cursed a lot of dirty words excitedly, and then only communicated with the lawyer.

Everything is a certainty, but the lawyer is a capable person, and those trivial things add up to be very serious. Originally, Shen Dahai was sentenced to a sentence of many years, but in the end Shen Dahai was only sentenced to three years. It is said that he can win for him later. A chance to reduce his sentence - of course, most of his property was used to pay off his debts, and a small part was given to the lawyer, and there was also the money left by Shen Tinglan from selling the car in that small part.

Shen Tinglan finally returned home.

The valuable home appliances and furniture in the house have been emptied, and there are no watch brooches left, and even the old piano he played when he was a child is gone, only a few cabinets upstairs with clothes and sundries are still there, and It was all messed up inside, and it was obvious that the pockets had also been fumbled through.

"Take away any personal belongings, we will reseal them in a while."

The other party looked at him like he was looking at Lao Lai's son, looking down on him from the bottom of his heart.Shen Tinglan was upset in his heart, but he still speeded up his hands—there was no air-conditioning in the prison, and it was wet and cold, so he had to quickly get some clothes and send them to his father.

He stuffed the items into two large suitcases, dragged them downstairs and put them on the taxi, first put some of them in the apartment, then sorted out Shen Haihai's personal clothes, and sent them to the prison together with some daily necessities in cash.

Shen Dahai put on a thick coat, and said to him through the glass: "You don't need to pay me anymore, I don't need money here."

"How is it possible? I see that others give money. If you have money in your hand, you can always live better, right?"

"It only costs two or three hundred for a month's delivery, and all I buy are pickled vegetables, instant noodles, and Shaqima. Do I care about those things?" Shen Haihai waved his hands disdainfully, "How much money do you have now? ?”

Shen Tinglan knew that he wanted to keep the money for herself, so she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable: "There is another [-]..."

Shen Dahai nodded: "Okay, save some money and move back to the dormitory, enough for you to study until your senior year."

Shen Tinglan lowered his eyes suddenly: "I don't want to read anymore."

"No!" Shen Dahai loved him dearly, but he refused to obey him on this point, "I spent a lot of money to get you into this school, and I asked you to get a bachelor's degree, and you agreed to it yourself. If you don’t read it now, don’t you read it?”

Shen Tinglan pursed her lips tightly, and said after a while, "Now everyone wants to step on me, so I don't want to go back to school."

The experience of these days has already made him feel the coldness of the world.The thing that made him feel the most heartbroken was the incident of cheating, because in his recollection, the people sitting around him were all people who played well with him on weekdays, and to put it bluntly, they were people who had benefited a lot from him. Among these people, someone framed him.

Wang Han, who was sitting behind him, was particularly suspicious.

He grew up so big, he never asked others to show him much kindness except for the person he liked, but he never thought that he would be avenged.

This feeling makes him more uncomfortable than Yan Jie tripping him up again and again.But he would never do something that makes others happy when he is uncomfortable.

Shen Dahai knew that his son must have been wronged, so he sighed deeply: "Didn't I hire a bodyguard for you? At worst, you can go to class together, and I guarantee that no one will dare to mess with you."

"What about after that? The money you gave him is only enough for him to accompany me until mid-April."

Shen Dahai closed his eyes, reached out and rubbed his temples twice, and then said: "Then sell the art gallery, the money can allow you to continue to hire him, and live off-campus until you graduate."

Shen Tinglan refused: "The art gallery was left to me by my mother, and I won't sell it."

"If your mother knew that you sold the art gallery to finish college, she would definitely let you sell it too!"

"What do you know about her! You haven't even visited her a few times!"

"I've never seen you care so much about the art museum before! I think you're just looking for excuses not to go to school!" Shen Dahai was anxious and annoyed, "You don't want this or that, how can I feel at ease inside!"

Not to be outdone, Shen Tinglan said, "Aren't my mother and I very relieved of you doing these illegal things! Who are we doing like this now!"

The dispute between the two parties did not come to a conclusion, because the visiting time was over, Shen Dahai stood up and took a deep look at Shen Tinglan, before he was handcuffed and taken away.

Shen Tinglan felt very uncomfortable being watched by him, as if a needle had been pricked in his heart.

He felt a little regretful, feeling that what he had just said was too much.No matter how wrong Shen Dahai was, the money he earned was spent on himself. As long as he did what his mother said and became a promising person, he could help Shen Dahai do something, and maybe he could also stop him from doing things. Something happens.

But up to now, everything is overwhelmed.

He is worthless, he can only escape, just like when he was ganged up and bullied many years ago in the noble elementary school, he can only feel better if he escapes from that environment.

Shen Tinglan went to school three days before the start of school and formally took a leave of absence.

The reason why he didn't choose to drop out of school was because he felt that he would keep his student status, and he would not be breaking his promise to continue studying after Shen Haihai was released from prison.

Moreover, his grades in the final exam were pretty good, even higher than his cheating in the past. He took a screenshot of the picture on the school's official website, and planned to show it to Shen Haihai next month when he was going to meet Shen Dahai, so that he would know that he was not He doesn't care about reading at all... Doing so will probably make Shen Hai feel better.

With that done, he proceeded to take an inventory of everything in the apartment.

He will be moving out in less than two weeks. It is impossible for him to carry so many game cassettes, clothes and shoes with him. The things that should be sold must be sold, and the money will be stored in the card. The last guarantee and way of life, and there are still a few people who are willing to help him, which gives him the confidence to bring the art museum back to life.

He yearned to flex his muscles in the art gallery, but when he picked up the objects in the apartment one by one, the thought of not giving up came back strongly.

The apartment has always been like his second home, and the memories he has kept here are even richer than those in his old house.

In particular, when I think of my beloved who has been here with me, even a pair of chopsticks or a book in front of me are soaked in deep and beautiful memories, so even the most insignificant things are like peeling off the flesh when they are sorted and cleaned. People are sad in every way.

He sorted out more than a dozen boxes, and then watched those boxes being sent out one by one, and his heart became empty little by little.

The last thing to carry away was the Steinway piano.

But instead of selling it, people sent it to the art museum—like the old people in the museum, it is the backbone of my present, and it is also my struggling thought.

On the last night, Shen Tinglan woke up from the empty apartment room. After eating the last two siu mai and a bowl of instant porridge in the refrigerator, he turned on the water valve, turned off the electric switch, and went downstairs to hand over the key to the landlord. Left with luggage.

The luggage ended up in the museum's curator's office.

The office has a sofa bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a computer, a microwave, a safe, a built-in toilet with a shower, and a piano.Shen Tinglan was familiar with the affairs of the museum with the old staff during the day, and lived on these few objects during the rest.

There is no fun in such days, and they are often overwhelmed by bewilderment, but in the dead of night, Shen Tinglan always feels that he is still moving forward, towards the direction of hope.He occasionally dreams, and he also dreams that he is turning the tide, and amidst the cheers, someone gently touches the top of his head and praises him for a good job.

This dream gave him an illusion that Shen Dahai could earn money before finishing middle school, and he had already gone to university, and he still had a solid foundation. He didn't build tall buildings on flat ground, so he would definitely be able to do better than Shen Dahai.

The fact is that the works of art that can be exhibited are being lost one by one. No one is willing to send high-quality exhibits to the Riverside Art Museum for exhibition. It can also attract sporadic tourists, and the wages will naturally not be paid.

However, Shen Tinglan was still just getting familiar with the affairs of the library, and was in a state of being unable to come forward to seek help.Fortunately, the old employees are more capable. After running around, they pieced together some exhibits. Although they are not comparable to those in the heyday, they can at least invite some laymen to take a look.

Shen Tinglan can no longer take the lead, what he can do now is to help with the layout, patrol the venue, do maintenance, and count the heads of people entering the pavilion.At the end of the day, he also felt that he had done a lot of work, which was considered fulfilling.

It's a pity that such a fulfilling life lasted for less than a week.

That day, he watched a man pull a hammer out of a construction art exhibit, and then smashed a big hole in a painting next to it.

With a crash, the glass shattered, and the few tourists who were originally there screamed and fled.

Shen Tinglan blew the whistle immediately, and security guards came from all directions to subdue the man and hand him over to the police station.

The police station asked the other party to pay compensation, but the man shook his legs, took out the four empty pockets of his jacket and trousers in front of everyone, and said very rascally: "I have no money."

The police officer who took the record frowned and asked him to be more polite, but Shen Tinglan was furious, and stood up to attack the man, but was quickly held back by the colleagues who accompanied the report and other police officers. Arm pulled back.

Shen Tinglan struggled desperately, but four or five people were pulling him, and he couldn't break free. He could only stare at his red eyes and growl: "Who? Who is it?!! Who sent you here?!"

The man sat motionless on the chair, giggling and looking at him, like looking at a dog on a chain: "No one, I'm mentally ill, I don't want to live anymore."

[The author has something to say: Xiao Shen is about to face the biggest blow. 】