Ice is not averse to deception

While Sun Xiaoni was basking in her success, Sun Bing had been staring at her work all night.

Wu Dayong had nowhere to go, and since he had already transferred all his money to his girlfriend Jiang Meimei, he couldn't afford a hotel. He only realized he was penniless when he went out, and in order not to disturb Sun Bing's work, he just stood there like an idiot at the studio entrance for a long time.

Unable to bear it any longer, I thought I'd stay at Zheng Jie's place for the night, but Zheng Jie had gone outside and I couldn't get in at all.

Amidst the biting wind, just as Wu Dayong was wondering where to go, he suddenly spotted the stray dog ​​in the holly bushes nearby.

Seeing that the stray dog ​​showed no fear whatsoever, and even spread its legs as if to welcome him, Wu Dayong was extremely embarrassed.

However, the biting cold wind eventually persuaded Wu Dayong to live with the old yellow dog.

As the warmth washed over him, Wu Dayong couldn't help but sigh: Sometimes, dogs are much more reliable than people.

But to Wu Dayong's dismay, when he said goodbye to his dog brother and returned to the studio the next day, the work in front of him had not changed at all. Sun Bing had stared at it all night without making any changes.

Sun Bing wasn't facing any insurmountable obstacle; he was just suddenly hesitant. He was wondering whether he should bring the pendant, which carried so much of his godfather's emotions and life experiences, to life in a concrete form in his artwork.

After learning about the pendant's existence, Sun Bing always felt that its presence in his artwork was the best thing to do. However, after learning the story behind the pendant, he hesitated.

"What's going on? Why isn't there any progress at all?" Wu Dayong was utterly devastated.

Sun Bing replied calmly, "It's nothing, I'm considering it."

"What's there to consider? The design of the pendant has already been drawn. Just put it on, what's there to hesitate about?"

Unexpectedly, Sun Bing suddenly asked Wu Dayong a very profound question: "Do you think Venus could still be a great work of art if she hadn't lost her arms?"

Wu Dayong was speechless. He was quite impressed that these artists really didn't do anything humane and didn't say anything humane.

I'm a scammer, and you're talking to me about the Venus de Milo with the missing arms? Is that appropriate?

The two argued for a while, but made no progress.

Just as Sun Bing was hesitating, he suddenly remembered a sentence that Zhang Defa had once said.

He said, "You don't need to use anything to express your feelings. Feelings are a matter between people, and true feelings don't need to be expressed."

Sun Bing ultimately decided to abandon the pendant he had been searching for and present the final work with an imperfect detail.

The fact that he was penniless in middle age makes it easier to express the hardships in Zhang Defa's life and better highlight the perseverance and original aspirations of this profound old man in the face of suffering.

Just as Wu Dayong was about to say something more, he saw Sun Bing already brandishing the carving knife, so he immediately hid all his emotions and remained silent.

Sure enough, as soon as Sun Bing picked up the carving knife, he seemed to glow and his whole body was filled with color.

  

Even Wu Dayong was somewhat mesmerized by that focused expression.

Of course, Wu Dayong wasn't a pervert; he just felt that having a job that he could immerse himself in was a very... at least fulfilling thing.

Having finalized his idea, Sun Bing worked quickly, completing the details in less than three hours. However, for a craftsman like Sun Bing who strives for perfection, he still needed some time to make adjustments before officially submitting the work.

Wu Dayong was already impatient. Seeing Sun Bing stop what he was doing, he assumed that Sun Bing had finished and was about to take the work to Zheng Jie to hand it over and get Zhang Defa's inheritance as soon as possible.

Sun Bing naturally refused, and the two immediately began arguing.

"That's fine. Godfather will be satisfied with this piece," Wu Dayong insisted.

"There's still time, what's the rush? Let me finish what I'm doing." Sun Bing refused to back down.

"That's fine."

"Can't!"

Just as the two were arguing, Wu Dayong's phone suddenly rang.

Wu Dayong felt the call came at the perfect time. He ran to the yard and told Zheng Jie that they had finished the work and wanted to hand it over to Zheng Jie as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Jie suddenly told Wu Dayong, "I'll be at the cemetery soon, you guys come over."

"A cemetery?" Wu Dayong didn't react for a moment.

"Just tell the driver Hanlin Mountain, he'll know it. I'll wait for you to come."

Not knowing what Zheng Jie was up to, Wu Dayong didn't dare to be careless, since whether he could get Zhang Defa's inheritance depended entirely on Zheng Jie.

Guessing that it was to pay respects to Zhang Defa, Sun Bing insisted that Wu Dayong change into a black suit, and he himself also changed into black clothes before taking a taxi to the cemetery.

When the two arrived at Zhang Defa's tombstone, Sun Bing saw Chen Li, the woman referred to as "Xiaoman" in Zhang Defa's diary. Beside them was an elderly woman in a wheelchair being pushed by a young man.

Behind them was a very familiar-looking person, the elderly swindler.

Sun Bing knew that this person was also Zhang Defa's friend. Although he disapproved of the profession of swindler, he didn't say anything in this situation.

There are very few things in this world that don't care about a person's identity or even whether they are good or bad, and commemorating the deceased is one of them.

Even though Sun Bing disdains this elderly swindler, in the face of the deceased, artists and swindlers are of equal status and both have the right to pay tribute to the dead.

The sudden sound of crying caught Sun Bing off guard. He didn't know who the person was, nor why they were crying so bitterly.

It wasn't until two hours later, after the memorial ceremony was over, that Sun Bing learned the truth.

The man in the wheelchair was none other than Cuiying's biological father. Years ago, he had opposed Cuiying's relationship with Zhang Defa, which led to his daughter's suicide, and the man had always felt guilty about it.

He had known about Zhang Defa's situation for a long time, and that he had never married before his death. A deep sense of guilt prevented him from facing Zhang Defa, and even after Zhang Defa's death, he was too ashamed to visit his grave.

Until yesterday, the man suddenly suffered a heart attack and was hospitalized. The doctor said he didn't have much time left, and because of his advanced age, there was no need for resuscitation.

In the final moments of his life, the man had one unfulfilled wish.

On his deathbed, he called Zheng Jie and asked Zheng Jie to retrieve his daughter Cuiying's ashes and bury them with Zhang Defa.

A relationship that began beautifully ended in such a tragic way, leaving everyone present deeply moved.

Looking at the cold tombstone, Sun Bing felt a pang of emotion. He didn't know if he would be able to be buried with his loved ones at the end of his life, nor did he know how much more hardship and suffering he would have to endure in the future.

But what he knew was that at this moment, his feelings for Liu Ruo were the same as when Zhang Defa and Cuiying first met.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

We have never drifted apart in love, nor have we ever lost the ability to love. It's just that in that one glance when we look into each other's eyes, we have already given all our love to each other.

Chen Li was lost in thought for a long time, perhaps because she felt fortunate about the wonderful solution, or perhaps because she felt lost because of the disappearance of her lover.

But no one expected that the person who cried the most was Wu Dayong.

With snot and tears streaming down his face, his roar was like that of a raging flood. Wu Dayong was crying because he had finally made it through the ordeal. The work was now complete, and soon he would be able to inherit Zhang Defa's estate and change his fate.

On the other hand, Wu Dayong also felt somewhat guilty. He knew that doing so would hurt Sun Bing, but he had no choice; he had no other option in the face of this predicament.

Of course, there is a third reason. When he saw the words Zhang Defa left for him on the tombstone, "Do good deeds and don't worry about the future," Wu Dayong suddenly thought of the scene where his father was bullied by street thugs and knelt down to beg for mercy. He suddenly thought of the time he spent with Zhang Defa, and how the fatherly love and respect he lacked were comforted by Zhang Defa.

Everything has settled down.

Back in the studio, Wu Dayong didn't urge Sun Bing this time, letting him keep busy until after 11 p.m.

After Sun Bing was satisfied and felt that the work was finished, Wu Dayong took her to a nearby Chinese restaurant.

It was a celebration of the successful completion of the work, and from Wu Dayong's perspective, it was also a farewell banquet and an apology banquet that had been prepared in advance.

Having completed the work, Sun Bing knew that the middleman would soon tell him about Bingyuan's information, and that his tortuous life was about to reach a turning point. Thinking of this, Sun Bing couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

Of course, fulfilling Zhang Defa's last wish and completing that ice sculpture brought Sun Bing immense satisfaction. The deceased is gone, but in completing this work, Sun Bing seemed to have also completed a final conversation with his godfather, as if the questions he had never asked before had now been answered.

Just as Wu Dayong had predicted, Sun Bing soon got drunk.