Forty-eight years old.

late at night.

Halla stood up from the bed, being careful not to wake up Heit, and walked to the workroom.

The woman who is approaching fifty years old no longer has the attractive appearance she once had. Time has no mercy on her, and crow's feet have also appeared in the corners of her eyes.

But at this moment, the woman's eyes had a special charm.

She picked up the brush and spread paint on the blank canvas, her eyes sparkling with joy.

When Hola was completely forgetful about her creation, Heit didn't know when he appeared behind her, leaning against the door frame, looking at the woman painting lovingly.

Finally Hola completed her work.

Haidt walked behind her, looked at the male figure composed of squares and muddy colors, and asked:

"What's this?"

She replied:

"This is you."

Fifty-one years old.

The woman stood on the stage, and in front of her were thirteen young students, most of whom were frowning at the canvas in front of them.

You must know that the person on the stage is the master who has created countless epoch-making works-Ms. Hola.

Being able to be taught by her is simply what countless people dream of. Everyone was extremely nervous after waiting for Ha La's proposition, fearing that they would accidentally mess up this precious opportunity.

There was only one young man with a calm face, who started preparing to paint without hesitation the moment he heard the title.

Ha La waited until the third student also started painting, then walked off the stage and walked leisurely among the people, looking at this person's canvas from time to time, and looking at another person's work from time to time.

Some students whose canvases were blank finally couldn't hold on and picked up their pens to start creating when Hola passed by. Others forced themselves to remain calm and continued to conceive of the picture in their minds.

Wait until the last person stops writing.

Ha La walked to the side of the calm man who first wrote:

"good."

When everyone heard this, they had different looks. Some suppressed jealousy in their hearts, some had envy in their eyes, some showed admiration on their faces, and some had already guessed that Ha La would give this comment.

Ha La walked to another man who was nearly thirty years old. He was the third person from the last to start painting:

"Your work should be the best among the people in this room, once better than him, but in my opinion, he is a genius, born to draw, the kind of person who can paint even if he doesn't work hard.

People who make a living by painting.

"But you are not. You have reached this position through hard work. I know that you are not a descendant of a noble family, and your parents are not rich people. You have only reached this point at the age of thirty. When you were young, you did not

It’s impossible to make a full living on this, so why do you insist on it?”

The man pondered seriously for a moment:

"I wanted to paint, so I painted. Master Hola, you are right. I did go through a difficult time, but compared to the happiness that painting itself brings me, the pain is not that great.

It was difficult, so there was no persistence, I just kept moving forward."

Ha La nodded:

"Then keep going."

Fifty-three years old.

Haidt's "Beloved", a work depicting a beautiful woman, was auctioned for 13,400 pounds.

Fifty-five years old.

Two of Holla's students have become quite famous in the painting world, and the younger one is even called a genius.

Fifty-six years old.

Holla and Hatter adopted a daughter.

Fifty-seven years old.

Holla completed the work "Home".

Sixty years old.

Hola's younger students completed the work "Soul", which was full of praise.

Sixty-two years old.

The older students spent three months completing the work "Inheritance" and gave it to their teacher.

same year.

Younger students completed the work "I", which was well received.

Sixty-four years old.

The older student completed the work "Underworld", which shocked the world.

Sixty-eight years old.

Hala stood on the balcony of her villa, looking at the swans playing with the water on the artificial lake in the residential area.

Haite walked up behind her:

"Your student is so enthusiastic. He comes to visit you several times every year. It seems that he really appreciates you."

There are obvious wrinkles on Ha La’s face:

"Everyone's achievements are achieved by themselves, but he is indeed a very good kid."

Although Haite does not look old because of his wealth, his age is still obvious:

"But I have always been curious about one thing. Why have I never seen your father come to visit you in so many years? You have never gone to see him. There is not even a letter exchange, and I have never heard you mention it.

own family.”

Ha La smiled:

"Maybe it's because I feel guilty. I don't dare to go back to that place."

Haidt asked:

"Why? Because your father will never grow old?"

Ha La raised her eyelids:

"You knew already?"

Haidt said:

"He once told me that he was a man who was blessed by time. I didn't understand what he meant at the time. Only when I met him by chance again did I understand the meaning of that sentence."

Ha La was surprised and said:

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

The old man smiled and said:

"That's your father, why should I care? If you want to tell me, you will tell me. I just need to wait. I just happened to think of it today. If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Ha La sighed:

"I haven't mentioned it because it makes no sense. In fact, I don't understand what kind of person he is. I don't even know how he did such a miraculous thing. Is he a god?

"Maybe I can only know the answer when I die."

Although Haite couldn't understand his wife's words, he still reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

Because even though her words were difficult to understand, her emotions were extremely clear to Haidt.

He knows she needs him.

Haite suddenly thought of something:

"wait a moment."

The man turned around and walked toward the house with staggering steps.

Ha La looked at him curiously.

After a while, the man came to Ha La with a strange compass.

Although it is called a compass, and it only has one needle with equal lengths on both sides, its scale is exactly that of a clock.

Haidt asked:

"Your father gave this to me back then, you know this."

The woman stared at the compass and whispered:

"I actually asked him if he was God? He is far better than God."

Halla reached out and picked up the compass, then put it in Haite's arms:

"You have to keep it and never leave it for a moment. No, you go get a rope and hang it on your body until the day we separate."

Haite looked into Ha La's eyes and nodded:
Chapter completed!