Jiang Li put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, and went out with her tightly wrapped drawing board.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. As soon as Jiang Li walked out, he felt a layer of mist on the ground, and even his vision was a little hazy.

They walked in the rain for half an hour. Wang Cuihua pushed open the gate of her yard and Jiang Li followed her in.

After they entered the house, they took out their straw raincoats and bamboo hats. Jiang Li was wearing only thin clothes and his whole body was frozen after the walk.

Wang Cuihua quickly went into the house and brought a basin of hot water: "Jiang Li, come and warm your hands."

"Thank you, Sister Wang."

Jiang Li put her hand into a white enamel basin with red flowers filled with hot water. The warmth in her hand spread throughout her body, and she soon no longer felt cold.

"Sister Wang, go change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Wang Cuihua then remembered that she was soaked all over. She hurried back to the house to change her clothes, and came out with a towel wrapped around her head.

She took a towel and stood beside Jiang Li. As soon as Jiang Li took his hands out of the water, she took the initiative to hand him the towel.

"Thank you, Sister Wang." Jiang Li quickly wiped his hands.

Wang Cuihua led her into the house, where the man lying on the bed was dying.

He looked listless and haggard. When he saw them come in, he couldn't even open his tired eyes. He just opened his mouth slightly and made a humming sound.

Wang Cuihua quickly put her ear close to him and kept urging him, "What are you saying? What are you saying? I'm here, I'm listening."

The man was still making unclear humming sounds. Wang Cuihua was so anxious that tears were about to come out, but she couldn't hear clearly.

Jiang Li opened the drawing board and took out the paintbrush. She was ready.

While the couple was talking, Jiang Li stared at the man intently, carefully observing his facial features and facial contours.

Jiang Li looked very carefully and soon had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

The two of them talked for a while without any results. Seeing that the man was getting worse and worse, Wang Cuihua finally realized that there was another person in the room. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to look at Jiang Li: "Just draw him a healthier look, with more smiles on his face."

"Okay, does Sister Wang have any other requests?"

Wang Cuihua shook her head and felt that it would be good enough if Jiang Li could achieve these two points.

Wang Cuihua sat quietly at the end of the bed to accompany her husband on his last journey, while Jiang Li lowered his head and began to paint the portrait seriously.

The man's condition was getting worse and worse, and Jiang Li wrote faster and faster.

At the same time, several sneaky figures sneaked into Jiangjia Village in the rain.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain splashed on the ground, making the mud even more muddy, and the fog around was getting thicker and thicker.

The rain was so heavy today that the villagers couldn't work and had to stay at home to rest.

There was no one on the bustling mountain village road. Except for the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, the whole world was silent.

The man named Er Tiao wiped the water off his face. Not only his clothes were soaked, but even his underwear was wet.

"Damn it! I'm so unlucky to be out in this heavy rain!"

"My shoes were soaked and my body was frozen like ice."

San Tiao shuddered and felt that he was so cold that his movements were a little unsteady.

"I'm so cold I want to go back to sleep."

Si Tiao was shivering from the cold. If the master hadn't given him enough money this time, he would never have gone out in the heavy rain.

"If you don't come out now, when do you want to come out? Do you want to come out when the sun comes out? Can you accomplish anything with so many villagers watching you?"

The man named Yaoji was the leader of their small team. He pushed them back with just a shout.

As soon as the boss spoke, everyone stopped complaining and dared not say a word.

Yaoji glanced at them and saw that they were all well behaved, then he took them to Jiang Li's house.

"Two, three, you rush in and immediately hold them down. Don't give them a chance to resist. Four, you have to act quickly. You can grab either of the two kids."

Yaoji gave orders to his three brothers. Although they complained, they were still united when it came to making money.

"receive!"

"receive!"

"receive!"

After receiving the task, the three people's eyes instantly became sharp, as if the people who had been complaining before were not them at all.

Based on the information they had, they entered the village and advanced quickly, and finally stopped after accurately finding Jiang Li's house.

"Is this the place?"

"Although there's more than one mud house in the northeast, this one is definitely the most dilapidated and smallest. I can't be wrong about it."

The four men stopped at the door of a dilapidated earthen house. They stood at the door for a long time, discussed quietly for a while, and decided to start their action after deciding that this was the place.

"Two, three, four, the three of you crawl in through the yard."

The so-called yard was nothing more than a fence about one meter high with a gate in the middle.

This door is usually kept closed and can be opened from both the inside and the outside. Some families will tie it with a chain to prevent children from running out by themselves.

The door of Jiang Li's house was locked, so they had to crawl in.

The three soaking wet men helped each other push in.

They stood under the eaves in a mess, shivering with cold, but with a sinister look on their faces.

“Knock, knock, knock, knock…”

Seeing that his companions were ready, Xiaoji knocked rhythmically on the fence gate outside.

"Who is it?"

…

Jiang Li put down his brush. Wang Cuihua stood up excitedly and asked, "Is it finished so quickly?"

"It's done."

Wang Cuihua ran to Jiang Li and looked at her husband's lifelike figure on the drawing paper. Her tears immediately fell.

The portrait Jiang Li painted is exactly the same as the one her husband had before he was sick.

I wish my husband could always be this healthy, smile this brightly, and be this healthy.

"Well done, well done! I didn't quite believe the villagers who said you were such a great portrait painter before, but now that I've seen your portrait with my own eyes, I believe them."

After Wang Cuihua said this, she seemed to remember something and quickly took out two dollars from her pocket and stuffed them into Jiang Li's palm.

"Here are the two dollars I promised you. You have received them."

"Thank you, Sister Wang."

Jiang Li finished what she was supposed to do. She put the money into her pocket and also put it into the space.

"Sister Wang, please take care of yourself. I have children at home, so I won't be staying here long."

Wang Cuihua nodded and continued to stay with her husband. She held his cold hand tightly and decided to accompany her husband on his final journey.

Jiang Li wrapped up his drawing board, put on his hat and raincoat, and went out in the rain.

Jiang Li was worried about his brother and his mood became gloomy.

She didn't dare to stay for too long, and hurried home quickly with her head down, following the same path she came from.