The beauty of the fishing department holds the script of the crematorium

Chapter 61

Before Daniel got off the car at the entrance of the hotel, he purposely babbled a lot with Meng Jiao in confusion about the seat belt.

Meng Jiao saw through his intentions, this man had a strong desire for revenge, and he just wanted to make Jiang Yuenian misunderstand something.

"Daniel, the nonsense is a bit too deliberate, go back."

Daniel gave Meng Jiao a sad look: "A heartless man."

After speaking, he got out of the car, but before leaving, he found the seat where Jiang Yuenian's car was, and showed an arrogant and provocative smile there.

Meng Jiao met Jiang Yuenian again in the garage of his own community.

The two parked their cars separately and stood side by side unconsciously.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yuenian apologized. He was too aggressive in front of Daniel, completely forgetting that this was originally a dinner between Meng Jiao and Daniel, and Daniel was Meng Jiao's guest.

The basement is empty and cold, and the voice of the person seems to have become low and cold.

Meng Jiao said: "It's not like you can't talk at all, why are you so witty?"

Jiang Yuenian glanced at Meng Jiao's eyes: "I'm sorry, because I feel threatened."

His teasing and teasing skill can only be triggered passively when facing a rival in love.Before, he had confirmed that Gu Donglin and Meng Jinyan were not on the list of rivals in love, so he didn't say anything.Now when I saw Daniel, I couldn't control it again.

For a moment Meng Jiao didn't know whether to praise his honesty or not. "Tsk" and stopped talking.

Jiang Yuenian was so bored that he sincerely promised, "I won't talk about it next time."

Messy thoughts were fermenting in his head, he was half a shoulder behind Meng Jiao, Meng Jiao was half a head lower than him, wearing a pure black silk shirt, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could get close to Meng Jiao.

He lightly touched the corner of the shirt, it felt silky and weightless, but he didn't dare to make any further moves.

As usual, they got out of the elevator and parted ways. Meng Jiao threw him a sentence:

"Don't always go into a dead end, and don't narrow the road."

What does this mean?

Can he continue to tea?

A few more pages of the calendar were torn, and the day of the art exhibition arrived in an instant.

Norman deliberately flew from the Grand Canyon in a corner of the world to City A to support Meng Jiao.

Whether it was Daniel, an artist with a strong family background, or Meng Jiao, who was a hot topic, and the teachers who supported Meng Jiao, the scene itself was hot enough.

Moreover, the reporter found that many of the faces present were mainly middle-aged people, and they walked towards Meng Jiao as soon as they entered the door.

Meng Jiao greeted warmly: "Hello, uncles and aunts."

They replied excitedly: "Xiaojiao, I finally saw a real person."

Come on, meet and greet offline water friends.

Norman teased Meng Jiao: "I don't need me at all."

"That won't work, you have to be Bole to support the scene." Meng Jiao handed him the microphone.

Norman took the stage in a face-saving manner, and he spoke Rainbow Fart in an extremely elegant manner like an old fox, which made Meng Jiao gasp in admiration from below.

"No matter who you choose, your art exhibition will be able to proceed smoothly." Daniel suddenly became clear about his position.

Meng Jiao can always let him know that there are others when he is complacent, and he even borrows Meng Jiao's name to increase the spread of his artwork.Meng Jiao's selection of him was actually a preferential treatment from an acquaintance.

"You shouldn't eat and drink for free, I have to buy all those meals." Daniel sighed faintly.

"Really? Then it's my debt. Draw a few more paintings to be filial to me." Meng Jiao joked.

Daniel sighed again, letting out Meng Jiao's goosebumps, and surrounded the young faces present, most likely among them were young artists who were about to recommend themselves.

He is the sincerity Meng Jiao showed to these people.

"I only hear the newcomers laughing, but I don't see the old ones crying." Daniel sighed, "Who will hold the exhibition next, have you decided?"

"It has been decided." Meng Jiao replied.

"Who?" Daniel didn't expect Meng Jiao to find his next target during the time he was in charge of him, "Jiao, you make me sad, at least I'll be so honest when I'm done."

"It was decided before I approached you. To be precise, you are a latecomer." Meng Jiao returned to business.

"Okay." Daniel was heartbroken by this ruthless man, clutching his heart and going to find Norman.

Unable to understand what this great artist was thinking, Meng Jiao looked around the audience and said to himself, "Where is the old man?"

……

Meng Zhenhua stopped at the door.

Before going out, he changed into several suits and carefully matched the accessories, making sure to be decent. For this reason, he even rejected Meng Jiao's idea of ​​coming to pick up the luggage.

Of course, he would not tell Meng Jiao that he was dressing up, but that he was going to bed late.

Finally, he rushed to the door in a hurry. He didn't see anyone, but he saw a sneaky figure first.

Although he is old, his eyes are still sharp.

"Mengchu, what are you doing?" He called to stop the man.

The figure froze, and slowly turned his face. It was indeed Meng Chu.

"Why not in the hospital?" Meng Zhenhua asked.

In fact, he didn't know much about Meng Chu. He was obviously sick, but he often ran out hysterical. Wouldn't that be worse for the condition?

He looked up at the exhibition hall in front of him, and gradually frowned:

"You want to find Meng Jiao again?"

After Meng Chu failed to slander Meng Jiao, he fainted from fright and entered the hospital, where he was found to have kidney failure.

Meng Zhenhua was angry and sad when he found out that they were related by blood. After communicating with the doctor, he confirmed that Meng Chu's condition could be stabilized. If it deteriorated later, he would need a kidney transplant.

Such a statement actually shows that there is a lot of room for maneuver.

But then I don't know where the news came from, and Meng Chu found out that Meng Jiao was paired with his wife.

Meng Zhenhua really wanted to ask: Why did they raise Meng Jiao?Is it nurturing or feeding?

Ordinary physical examination never inquires about the matching degree of organs.

They used to treat Meng Jiao as a blood bag, but now they want to force a person's kidney. It seems that they have never had the concept of "person" in their eyes.

Meng Jiao went abroad to avoid Meng Chu's entanglement, and Meng Zhenhua returned to China to punish Meng Yunjie, a son who was devoid of humanity.

Now that Meng Jiao is back, Meng Yunjie dare not make any more noise because of the old man, but is Meng Chu going to pester him again?

"Why can't I find Meng Jiao? He can save me, so why doesn't he save me!" Meng Chu asked sharply.

Meng Zhenhua explained: "You won't die. I asked the doctor. If you rest calmly and take a good rest, your condition will not worsen. It will definitely be cured."

Meng Chu only murmured: "I'm sick, I'm going to die."

His eyes lingered on the spectators who stopped and admired in the marble door not far away. The white inner wall embedded with picture frames shone with extremely tiny star-like light, but it deeply hurt his eyes.

Such glory should belong to him!

The proud son of heaven, outstanding and praised by everyone.

Meng Zhenhua punctured his thoughts: "In addition to cherishing your own life, do you also want to see Meng Jiao's misfortune?"

Meng Chu has always felt that the world revolves around him, as long as it doesn't go his way, that person is wrong.And that person was Meng Jiao, so he wanted to take this opportunity to drag him into the quagmire and devour his flesh and blood.

Meng Zhenhua's gaze made him nowhere to hide.

Meng Zhenhua told him: "Meng Chu, you yourself have been choosing the wrong path."

If he doesn't discredit, plagiarize, or cheat, Meng Chu can still paint now. It's normal for people to have difficulties that they can't break through, and everyone is willing to give him time to wait.He carefully recalled that in those years when his works did not progress, the voice of encouragement was still the majority.

Meng Chu took a few steps back.

There is no way to accept that I have ruined my own life.

"You don't care about me, I'm still your grandson? Why are you so cruel!" He accused him in another way.

Meng Zhenhua asked back, "When did I leave you alone?"

"How dare you say that you didn't care about me! You don't even give me the family property, you only want to give it to Meng Jiao, and I want money for medical treatment. Do you want to watch me die?"

Meng Zhenhua stared at him. The old man is old, no matter how firm he is, he will inevitably show a little tiredness: "I have been inquiring for you, your medical team, you can inquire about it, and I invited you to come here."

Sickness is no small matter, Meng Zhenhua has no feelings for Meng Chu, but he has to do his best for his life.

"I also asked Meng Jiao's suggestion to set up a charity foundation for your disease. He agreed without any hesitation and supported me very much."

Meng Zhenhua's gaze made Meng Chu feel afraid to look back, and he was at a loss for the information in the other party's words, so he took several steps back unconsciously.

"You have always treated us as outsiders. I am not close to you, but I also regard you as a junior who needs help."

"I have done what I think I can do, and I have nothing to be ashamed of."

"As for Meng Jiao, if you didn't mess with him, he would never come to affect your life."

"Go back to recuperate." Meng Zhenhua waved his hand, he had nothing to say, his upbringing made him not want to pester him, so he turned and left.

"Grandpa!" Meng Chu cried and screamed.

After Meng Zhenhua moved out of the Meng family, he never called Meng Zhenhua Grandpa again.

He felt that he, Meng Yunjie and Meng Jinyan were family members.But later found that Meng Jinyan never cared about him, and Meng Yunjie was busy fighting for fame and fortune, and every time he came to see him, he walked as if he had completed a task.

Even if he finds all the excuses, he has to admit unwillingly:

What made him feel a little warmth came from Meng Zhenhua.

Even Meng Jiao, who didn't like him, saved him a bit of face.

He squatted on the spot, not daring to take another step forward.

……

"It's so late." Meng Jiao spotted Meng Zhenhua entering the door at a glance, and greeted him, complaining coquettishly.

"It's too late to sleep." Meng Zhenhua said lightly.

"Yeah, I know, I changed several outfits in my dream." Meng Jiao nodded repeatedly.

Meng Zhenhua immediately started bickering with Meng Jiao, and the depression in his heart just now dissipated.

Meng Jiao helped him to introduce the whole and details of the painting to him.

From time to time, a few people passing by will nod after noticing them, "Oh, it's grandpa?"

Meng Zhenhua was puzzled at first why these people called him so kindly, but then he thought that they should be old viewers in the live broadcast room, and even recognized his face.

"I didn't expect that one day I would be known in this capacity." He sighed.

"It's not very embarrassing." Meng Jiao replied.

He smiled and said, "Yes."

Meng Jiao's eyes crooked.

"Meng Jiao."

When the two were walking slowly in the exhibition hall, Gu Donglin came over.

Seeing Meng Zhenhua, Gu Donglin lowered his eyes and said hello: "Mr. Meng."

"What's wrong?" Meng Jiao asked.

Gu Donglin probably had something to say to him alone, so he shook his head and wanted to leave: "I'll come back to you later."

Meng Zhenhua said: "It's okay, I can go shopping alone."

"Okay." Meng Jiao signaled Gu Donglin to follow.

This is actually an art gym. Gu Donglin took him upstairs to the music room and sat in front of the piano.

It should be ready to play for him.

Gu Donglin really got on with the piano.

Meng Jiao was a little helpless, but since Gu Donglin worked very hard, he was willing to give Gu Donglin a face.

If he likes the piano so much, Gu Donglin's playing level is of course excellent, a hundred times better than his painting level and Meng Jiao's playing level.

Meng Jiao sat on a white chair in the corner.

Smooth piano sounds in the classroom.

Meng Jiao recognized it as Beethoven's No. 20 Six Piano Sonata, but Gu Donglin made some arrangements.

Played backwards.

The original song is divided into three movements, farewell, absence, reunion, from sorrow to joy.

Gu Donglin is always cynical and doesn't take many things seriously, but now he is playing with all his heart.

Seeing the complete and healthy Meng Jiao, the joy of reunion.

I can no longer be close to Meng Jiao, and the loneliness of absence is missed by memories.

Final farewell.

He put his fingers on the piano.

Turning to Meng Jiao, she cried a little: "I'm leaving, so I'll seriously say sorry to you one last time."