In New York, USA, in a mansion with a very medieval atmosphere, a white-haired old man was lying calmly on a big bed that was big enough for four or five people to lie side by side. If he had his eyes closed, if it weren't for a pile of medical equipment around him, he would still be there.
I really thought he was a rich old man sleeping.
Maybe he had been lying on this bed for too long. There was no one next to the white-haired old man's bed. There was no one in the huge bedroom. There were only one after another on the wall covered with black gauze.
Drawing, the old man opened his eyes gently, and his cloudy eyes were filled with peace.
The old man just stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, seeming to be thinking about something. As time passed, he finally made up his mind. A hand covered with age spots stretched out and held a hand beside the bed.
bell.
"Dingle bell!" The crisp bell rang, and soon a middle-aged man in a black suit quickly walked into the bedroom.
"Master Peter, what are your orders?" The middle-aged man lowered his head and said respectfully.
The old man who was called Master Pete pointed to his throat with a trembling finger. The middle-aged man was stunned and said: "Master Pete, you can't tear off the oxygen tube."
"..." Seeing that the middle-aged man actually disobeyed the order, Peter suddenly stared at the housekeeper, his expression was extremely fierce, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was still a frail old man before.
The housekeeper was frightened by Peter's glare and said quickly: "Okay! I will contact the doctor immediately! Master, wait a moment!"
Several doctors hurried over, pulled out the oxygen tube from Pete's nose, and then removed a lot of things attached to Mr. Pete's body.
Peter sat up slowly. He had been very thin due to long-term illness. As his feet stretched out, the housekeeper immediately took the feet and put on shoes for him.
Wearing a heavy coat casually, this old man who had been bedridden for many years got out of bed for the first time. This was breaking news. The middle-aged housekeeper quickly asked: "Master Peter, do you want to call the young masters back?"
"Get out." As soon as Peter finished speaking, the two strong men standing at the door immediately picked up the middle-aged housekeeper and threw him out.
"Where's Casa? Why did the housekeeper change?" Peter's old voice sounded in the corridor.
A strong man immediately made a respectful phone call and called the man named Casa over.
"Mr. Peter, why are you up?" Casa is a fat man. When he came here, he was still eating a donut, and his mouth was full of greasy food.
Peter patted Casa on the head and said, "I'm going to the studio."
Casa was stunned, and quickly asked the two strong men who were guarding the door to help Peter. He immediately ran into a studio, and with a large group of servants, he almost desperately tried to clear the dusty studio.
Cleaned up.
Peter slowly walked into the studio, then sat on a stool, grabbed a pen, and his expression became serious. When he entered the state, his trembling hands suddenly became very stable. He grabbed the pen and slowly
I started to draw on the paper.
As the news spread, more and more people were outside the studio. Some of these people were Pitt's children, some were Pitt's subordinates, and some were Pitt's friends. They all felt incredible that the old man who had always thought he was going to die soon actually got up, and even
He looked very healthy and started painting in the studio, which they couldn't believe.
"Father!" A middle-aged man hurried over and wanted to enter the studio, but Casa stopped him at the door.
"What are you doing? Kasa! Are you just going to let my father do that kind of thing there? Aren't you afraid that something will happen to him?" the middle-aged man said anxiously.
Kasa had a cold face, his fat face as cold as ice, and said: "Master Peter wants to paint, no one can disturb him."
"You!" The middle-aged man clenched his fists and looked at his father with a worried face, not knowing what he was thinking.
Peter painted for a full three hours, and the people outside only waited for three hours. These people were afraid that something would happen to Peter, and they were also worried about whether Peter would come back to his former glory. Some people wanted him to die, and some people didn't want him to die either. Casa
Of course it's the latter. This fat man in his fifties has been begging with Pete since he was ten years old. He has witnessed Pete's rise from poverty to a super rich man. He knows Pete better than anyone else and knows whether he has made money or not.
For many old people, what they really like is still painting.
Seeing the old Pete's straight back gradually bending, Casa's heart was in his throat. He took out a gun from his arms and stood silently at the door. At this time, whoever didn't have the eyes to say "Peter"
If not, he would kill that person with one shot.
"Casa..." Peter's old voice came from inside the room.
A group of people immediately started talking. Peter's children all wanted to go in, but they were blocked by Casa. Casa knew that when Peter was about to reach the end of his life, the only person he could trust was himself. He used a gun to
Pointing at these people, a man walked into the room.
Slowly walking behind Peter, Casa saw a woman drawn on the drawing paper in front of Peter. She was very delicate and looked young, but her facial contours were a bit blurry and her eyebrows were tangled together, as if she was troubled.
What, I can't help but sigh that Mr. Peter's painting skills are still so good even after lying down for several years.
"This woman's name is Tina." Peter stretched out his hand and touched the piece of paper and said, "She appeared in my dream. This is the only different dream I have had in so many years. She turned Sophie into a dream."
Brought to me, Casa, if there is such a person, please help me find her, I will pay any price."
Casa took a deep breath and said: "Okay, Master Peter, I will send someone to look for her right away!"
"I will wait here, waiting for your news. If I die before you are found, don't come back here. Leave. I bought you a house in Japan." Peter suddenly said.
Casa's vision blurred for a moment, tears flowed down, and he choked up and said: "Mr. Pete, I will definitely help you find this girl named Tina!"
"Casa." Peter suddenly turned his head and smiled at Casa.
"Hmm? Master Peter?" Casa quickly came over.
"My name is not Landka Peter, my name is Hammer Winster." The old man smiled happily, and all the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched out. Casa swore that this was the first time he had seen the old man in a long time.
Smiling so happily.
Kasa is gone, and if he doesn't find the girl named Tina, he won't come back.
And Pitt, no, Hammer, sat alone in the studio, took down many paintings from the wall, and placed them next to him. No one was qualified to get close to see them. In fact, these paintings were from more than twenty years ago.
Since then, it has been covered with gauze by Hammer, and no one has seen it.
More than twenty years later, Hammer finally opened the gauze and looked at the woman in the painting with fascination. This woman was very ugly, but among Hammer's memories for so long, she was the most beautiful.