When the portrait regained consciousness, the familiar rental house that opened its eyes and came into view was still the familiar rental house.

Well, it's still the familiar musty smell.

The sensitive Ziran covered her mouth and nose at the first time, shouting and running outside the house.

The portrait silently looked at her leaving back and sighed helplessly.

He opened the doors and windows, and after enduring the strong smell of mold, he cleaned up everything, slowly turned around and walked out of the door to look for Ziran.

He came to the roadside and looked around, and found that she was still watching the scenery by the river just like before.

"What's wrong?" The portrait came behind her and gently hugged her into her arms, a little confused.

"It's okay." Ziran forced a smile, not making him worry more.

"Don't worry, we will live here one day." The portrait leaned into her ear and whispered.

"No, it's so itchy." Ziran stuck out her tongue and ran over with disgust.

The portrait hurriedly followed her, afraid that she would encounter any danger.

The two walked beside the road, waited for a while, and then stopped a taxi. After telling the master the address, the portrait held Ziran's hand and waited patiently.

After a while, the two of them came to the countryside community. After paying the bill with their mobile phone, they took Ziran's hand and got out of the car together.

He took Ziran to explore the way home from his memory. When the portrait was brought to the door of the second floor, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

"Who?" The old man's voice came from the house. After the other party opened the door, the portrait couldn't help looking inside and found that the other party was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Oh, portrait, Ziran, why are you back? If I had known, I would have gone out to buy some vegetables in advance. What should I do if I see this?"

Although the old man complained, his eyes revealed an unconcealed smile.

He was sincerely happy about the arrival of the two, because he was so lonely at home alone, and there was not even a person to talk to.

I watch TV all day and bask in the sun all the time.

"It's okay, Dad, don't be too polite, let's just make do with it."

Seeing that he was about to go out, Zixiang couldn't help but speak.

"Zi Ran, do you think so?" The portrait also pulled her hand and reminded her secretly.

"Ah? Oh, yes, uncle, don't care too much about us." Ziran showed a sweet smile and waved his hand to greet him.

"How can this work? You can come here rarely." The old man thought for a while, but still didn't agree with their words. He opened the door and turned around and walked towards the supermarket.

"Dad's temper is still so stubborn." The portrait sighed slightly, feeling a little helpless.

He and Ziran looked at each other and smiled, and prepared to pack up the items at home in a tacit understanding.

However, the portrait soon discovered that his father's living conditions were not good, and many household items were already very old, but the other party was still reluctant to change them.

The portrait was silent and had not moved for a long time. He silently took out a stack of red banknotes from the storage ring and put them in front of his father's pillow. In order to make his father feel embarrassed, he found paper and pen and wrote: Dad, this is my salary last month. Take the flowers, and the things at home should be replaced.

When the old man returned home with a happy look on his face, the portrait and Ziran had already cleaned up the house.

The old man soon discovered the change before entering the door and felt a little moved. His son became sensible, and he thought with some relief.

At noon lunch, the old man was still cooking in the kitchen alone. Ziran and Zixiang wanted to help, but he was bombarded.

The portrait shook his head with a wry smile, not getting angry about it. He always knew what kind of person his father was.

He always bears everything alone and does not want others to see the sadness.

A scent of meat flows out from the kitchen, making people's index fingers tremble.

After the old man finished everything, he came to the dining table with his bowl. The portrait quickly got up to help him carry the bowl. A few minutes later, the three of them sat silently at the dining table and no one spoke during this period.

The portrait and Ziran dare not say it, for fear of being exposed and unintentionally revealing the existence of the main god.

The old man is taciturn and he is even more unlikely to speak up.

"Son, are you short of money? If you want it, tell me." The old man was chewing vegetables, and suddenly put down his bowls and chopsticks and said to him.

"Uh, no, dad, really doesn't need it." The portrait was slightly stunned, a little at a loss. He thought it was somewhere to be exposed.

After the two of them finished their meal tremblingly, after saying hello to the old man, they turned around and closed the door and left home.

"My son seems to have become stronger and taller again. Could it be that I am older and my eyes are dizzy?"

The old man who was washing dishes felt something was wrong and he was a little confused.

Then, when he returned to the room and was resting in bed, he felt something under the pillow. After moving it in, a stack of red banknotes and a note were exposed.

"This kid has really grown up." The old man picked up the note and read the content above, and he was moved.

The portrait pulled Ziran and walked in the community. He fumbled through his memory about the address of his friends and searched for the past one by one, but many of them were not at home now, working outside, or had something to do temporarily.

The portrait and Ziran stopped and walked. Just as they passed by the fountain in the community, Ziran saw a woman who looked very similar to her.

But the other party looks bigger than himself and looks much more mature.

When the other party felt someone looking at him, he frowned and looked at him.

"Are you, portrait?" said the long-haired beauty holding a pink sun umbrella and wearing a white dress and sandals, a little surprised.

"Haha, how are you doing recently, Ziran." The portrait nodded slightly at him and admitted.

"Because you are not by my side, I am of course doing well." Ziran looked at him coldly and said lightly.

A pure and innocent temperament was emitting by his side, so cold that it was impossible to get close to him.

"I know her, she is my girlfriend, Ziran."

Zi Ran, who was standing opposite the portrait, was slightly stunned and began to carefully look at the girl in front of her, and found that the other person looked almost exactly the same as when she was a child.

"Is she the real body?" Ziran smiled reluctantly, and glanced at the portrait's face and suddenly turned pale.

"Yes." The portrait expression was a little complicated, and he nodded and admitted.

"Since she is here, what is the meaning of my existence?" Ziran pointed to her chest and asked loudly.

The portrait fell into silence after hearing this. He didn't know how to face her and how to answer her questions.

He didn't say much, but just hugged Ziran tightly into his arms.

"You bastard." Ziran kept slapping his chest, but tears couldn't stop flowing down.
Chapter completed!