Hearing this, Jin Hua was speechless, "Then... turn around and I will withdraw the people."
"Yeah." Jin Danran responded lightly.
At this moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open.
"Ah Ran, have you seen my sack?"
At the same time as the door was pushed open, an incoherent voice sounded, and then, the unkempt Uncle Jin came in.
"If you don't have anything else to do, just hang up." Jin Bianran ignored him and said to Jin Hua first.
"It's okay." Jin Hua said immediately.
Jin Bianran turned off the video and looked up at Uncle Jin, "What?"
"A sack, a sack half filled with something, is about this big." Uncle Jin said, gesturing towards Jin Bianran.
Jin Bianran thought about it for a moment and then remembered, "Throw it in the utility room."
"What?!" Uncle Jin exclaimed, "You actually threw it in the utility room? There is my precious writing brush in it."
Uncle Jin said, immediately turned around, and then limped towards the door of the study. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Jin Ran, "I have to go to the black market later. I will be my assistant later."
He will come to my house to pick up a painting. Remember to give him the dry well picture in my studio."
"Why, are you setting up a stall in the black market again?" Jin Bingran asked casually after listening to his words.
"yes."
"Looking for the heir again?" There was a hint of ridicule in Jin Bianran's tone.
"That's natural." Uncle Jin said, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't believe it. I can't find anyone who knows the goods."
Jin Bianran just smiled and said no more.
Not long after Uncle Jin left, his assistant came to pick up the painting.
Jin Ran took the elevator and went up to the fourth floor.
The Jin family has several study rooms. There is a large study room on the second floor, three smaller ones on the fourth floor, and the remaining rooms are all studios.
Jin Laoran was sitting in a wheelchair and pushed open the door of one of the studios.
In the studio, the heavy curtains were drawn and the light was very dim.
In such dim light, Jin Bianran couldn't tell which one the Dry Well picture was, so he turned on the light.
With a "pop", the whole room lit up.
The studio was filled with paintings and paints, and looked messy.
The dry well picture was placed at the door and could be seen at a glance. However, Jin Denran's eyes fell on another picture.
The painting was hung on the wall, and there were many paintings hanging on other walls, but this painting occupied one wall by itself.
This painting is called Whale and Falling Star in the Sea. It is his brother-in-law’s favorite painting. He collected it two years ago. I don’t know where he bought it. Everyone in his family likes it very much. Everyone asks for it from him.
This painting, however, was not successful in the end.
Jin Bianran sat in a wheelchair, raised his eyes slightly, and stared at the painting for a long time.
He had seen this painting before, but today, it gave him a very different feeling.
If he stares for a long time, he will have the illusion of falling into the sea of stars. The whale in the painting seems to be alive, whimpering softly, emerging from the sea of stars, passing through the stars, breaking up a string of stars, and disappearing again.
The deep and boundless starry sky.
Those sobs are like calls from ancient times. They sound a bit like crying, but they are extremely healing.
After staring for a long time, the whale also played in the sea of stars for a long time.
Suddenly, the whale seemed to have discovered his presence, turned its head, looked straight at him, and then let out a low cry. It was obviously still a whimper, but Jin Jieran seemed to hear its cheers.
The whale jumped up from the sea of stars and flew straight towards him.
