C22 Small Book

That night, Lang Yan did not come back.

Hee Zhuolun, who was living in the opposite villa, only closed the lights and went to bed at two in the morning, then got up and started running before six.

When he was about to leave, he took a glance at the villa on the opposite side and asked the night watchman, "Did the people from the villa come back last night?"

The night watchman replied, "I didn't see anyone return."

Hee Zhuolun was a little disappointed as he thought that he had overestimated Lang Yan. Otherwise, why wouldn't he have returned at this time?

He immediately lost the mood to train and ran around the garden before returning to the villa.

At breakfast, Martial Arts handed over a small square book about three or four centimeters thick. The cover was made of brown leather, looking very old.

Hee Zhuolun looked at the little notebook with doubt: "What is this?"

Martial Arts said with a smile, "It's a very interesting book."

Hee Zhuolun picked up the booklet and saw the words "Birthday" written on the side of the book. The words "Happy" were written on the other two sides of the book as he smiled: "Uncle Wu, it can't be that you gave me a birthday present?"

But, didn't Uncle Wu already send her a birthday present? Moreover, the words were not from Uncle Wu.

Martial arts laughed without a word.

Hee Zhuolun opened the notebook.

He was startled. "Isn't that the piece of paper dropped from Lang Yan's' bomb '?"

Could this be the birthday present Lang Yan had given him?

Martial Arts replied, "Yes, after arranging them in order, I will have them make small notebooks."

Hee Zhuolun flipped through a few pages, but didn't find anything special. Furthermore, the baby's expression and movements didn't change at all. I can't see anything interesting about it.

Then, he quickly flipped through a few pages and suddenly discovered that the baby in the book was actually crawling around in the painting.

Hee Zhuolun was immediately interested and quickly flipped open the book. The baby in the book crawled on the floor to slowly straighten his legs and began to learn how to walk. The baby's face and body also slowly changed, becoming a little kid who ran around happily like an angel.

As the child enters adolescence, he slowly slows down his pace until he reaches adulthood and middle age where he walks steadily with one step at a time. When he reaches old age, his pace becomes slower and slower.

When Hee Zhuolun saw this, he couldn't help but praise the painter's effort and skill. This small notebook made him feel as if he was in his old age.

When he saw the last page, he suddenly burst out laughing.

On the last page, there was a grave, on it was written "Hee Zhuolun's Tomb", and in front of the grave stood a person who was burning incense. Beside the grave was a conversation bubble, with the words "Wishing you the best in hell" written on it.

Although the drawing did not depict the person who gave the incense, but Hee Zhuolun felt that the person who gave the incense to him was Lang Yan himself.

Seeing Hee Zhuolun smile, Martial Arts also laughed: "I never thought that in my life, I would be able to see young master's appearance after he gets old."

When I first saw the last few pieces of paper, I felt very unlucky. I wanted to throw them away, but when I think back, isn't that how people live their lives?

If he threw away the last few pieces of paper, the contents of the painting would become imperfect.

Hee Zhuolun raised his brows, "Even though the old man in the painting is a bit like me, Uncle Wu, how do you know that I would definitely become like this when I get old?"

Martial Arts said, "I once heard a master painter say that some painters could see the appearance of the other person through their facial bones. So, I think the painter who painted the young master should have this ability."

To be honest, this little notebook was indeed quite a surprise, and it was the most special and attentive gift he had received for his young master in so many years.

Hee Zhuolun looked at the small notebook without saying a word, but the curve of his lips was widening bit by bit.