Grudge

　　 There is joy on Zhang Yang's face. After so many years, he finally got his head. This time he made a fortune from doing business and bought the villa directly.

　　Although it is phased, it is a villa, and then phased, it is much more expensive than a house.

　　 "Okay... everyone come in, it's strangely cold outside, the hot pot should be done soon, everyone, hurry up!"

　　 Zhang Yang entertained these friends. This meal is called Wenju. According to tradition, this meal is absolutely indispensable, otherwise the whole house will not be angry, and the ghosts and monsters cannot be kept, and the life will not be peaceful.

"Oh!"

　　 As soon as Zhang Yang entered the house, he heard the brothers around him coaxing.

　　 His wife has all the ingredients ready at this moment, and only waits for them to eat directly, so that the virtuous wife will naturally attract everyone's envy.

　　 "What a good blessing, there is a new house, and such a virtuous wife, you are the reincarnation of a great kind person, you are envious of us."

　　 "Haha, you will meet you sooner or later, what's the hurry, my luck, you won't be envious of it!"

　　 "Come on, don't say more, I will fill it up for you first, and I will drive you to please, and I won't be drunk tonight!"

"it is good!"

　　 The wine glasses clinked together and made a crisp sound. Everyone had a happy atmosphere, chatting with each other about the embarrassment and happy events.

　　 "Hurt, Zhang Yang, will you forget your first love..."

　　 "Eh! Don't tell me, if your sister-in-law hears you, maybe you have to fight again."

　　 Zhang Yang cares about his wife very much. The previous ones are all old things, so don't mention them.

　　 Everyone understood it, so they didn't mention this matter again, but when I remembered that Zhang Yang broke up with his first love, but they cried to death, they couldn't forget it.

　　 The atmosphere was embarrassing for a while, and everyone wanted to move the topic to other places. A fat man looked at the surrounding decorations and was surprised.

　　 "Ah, this decoration is so real and magnificent...Huh? Why is there a painting here?"

　　 Fatty put down his chopsticks and was fascinated by the painting.

"Zhang Yang, your oil painting is not cheap, it looks unusual...this painting should be yours? Looks like the pattern, eh, there is your house number too! "

　　 The big guy was a little curious when he heard what the fat man said, so he followed the fat man's direction and saw an oil painting the size of a TV show screen.

　　 Even people who don’t understand art will be surprised when they see this oil painting. This painting is not a perfect restoration of the current scene, but there is always a rhythm and a desolate atmosphere in it.

　　 On the side of the house, there is a painter's back. A drawing board is placed in front of him. The drawing board seems to be another room, which is amazing.

　　 And in the windows of the room, there seems to be a figure drawn. Although it's just a faint white stroke, it always makes people think about it.

　　 "Look at this light...the setting sun, this light is too good."

"Come on, you can understand this painting if you really pretend it, everyone is ugly, don't mess up this painting... But I think this painting will make the style of the whole room change. Get up!"

　　 It's just that Zhang Yang is a little confused compared to everyone's exclamation.

　　 "Eh? Why don't I remember that I bought such a painting? And this painting is exactly the same as my villa, so I have to hire someone to paint it?"

　　 Zhang Yang scratched his head. He really couldn't remember when he got such a painting.

　　 "Wife, when did we buy this painting?!"

"Eh!"

　　 The sister-in-law in the kitchen heard the publicity shouting, poked her head out of the kitchen and looked in the same publicity direction.

　　 "Oh, are you talking about that painting? It was from the neighbor next door!"

　　 "The neighbor next door?"

　　 "Yes, the neighbor of 404 next door seems to be a painter. I just met him painting when I went out, and it happened to be our home. He saw me and gave it to me directly."

　　 "Oh...Zhang Yang, the place where I live is different. The neighbors are all upscale. There is still a painter sending paintings?"

　　 Zhang Yang listened to the compliments of the brothers, and there was no time to think about it, a little pride rose in his heart, raising the glass is a booze.

　　 "Don't drink anxiously...Is there no time tonight?"

　　 Sister-in-law walked out of the kitchen with an angry accusation.

　　 A little bit of time passed, and everyone didn't even bother to look at this painting anymore, eating and drinking, and drinking.

　　......

　　......

　　 When the time finally came to the end of the game, they had been playing from day to day until it was almost twelve o'clock.

　　 Zhang Yang's wife put away these dishes and got busy in the kitchen. She didn't drink much, and couldn't mix up the topic of Zhang Yang and the brothers, so she wanted to wash the dishes first.

　　 She also told Zhang Yang not to drink so much, and to send the brothers away safely.

　　 "Brother Zhang...Brother Zhang, I really can't drink anymore...I'm leaving."

　　 "Go on, go back and pay attention to safety... remember to bring the door!"

Zhang Yang had obviously forgotten his wife’s instructions. At this moment, he himself was groggy. He barely got up from the chair and staggered. He suddenly felt nauseated. He ran two steps faster and rushed into the toilet. There was a vomiting sound.

　　 "Sure enough, it still doesn't work... People are getting old, not as good as before."

　　 The fat man shook his head with emotion as he looked at the blatant vomiting.

　　 "Fat man, hurry up!"

　　 Hearing the shout from outside, the fat man responded quickly.

"and many more!"

　　 Then the fat man ran two steps faster and was about to leave Zhang Yang's home, but inadvertently, he turned around and found that his wallet was still on the table.

　　 "Look at my memory, I'm really confused..."

　　 The fat man laughed at himself, then turned and shouted:

　　 "Wait, I forgot to take my wallet!"

　　 The fat man swayed for two steps, and then walked from the door to the dining table. The fat man picked up his wallet and turned around to leave.

"Eh?"

　　 The walking figure of the fat man gave a sudden stop, and then looked at the painting on the table in confusion.

　　 "This painting... is that what it is?"

　　 The fat man is a little confused~www.readwn.com~ Maybe he was fainted, but at this moment he even approached the painting and began to look closely.

　　 "This painting..."

　　 The fat man murmured, then stretched out his hand and gently stroked the painting.

　　The person in this painting...how does it seem to be moving?

　　 The doubts on the fat man's brows became more and more intense. He looked at the painting blankly, and was lost for a moment.

　　 And this painting flashed red, it turned out... it really started to move.

　　 I saw the painter in this painting slowly turning his head. The head gradually turned, and the artist's face began to appear in the whole picture.

　　 is a little side face, then half a face, and finally... a full face.

　　 The fat man looked at this face and opened his mouth in surprise.

　　Because he saw...The painter in this painting is himself.

"what!"

　　 Fatty's wailing sounded just as soon as it came to an abrupt end. His entire head was sucked into the painting, then his shoulders, then his legs.

　　 His whole body... was sucked into the painting.

　　In reality, it's empty.

　　 and the painter also turned his head back.

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