These paintings drawn by Mr. Wen made me frightened.

How could a good person change his style so much in his later years?

After understanding the general origin of this Huanghuali bookshelves, Pang Guang and I hurriedly said goodbye.

Before leaving, we asked Wen about his father’s birth date and death date. He only said that he wanted to burn more paper money for the elderly.

Wen Muya took off her glasses frame and her eyes were a little wet.

"Little brother, to be honest, my father has been dead for more than three years. In recent years, I really miss him! I don't know why I feel warm in my heart if someone comes to visit my father!

Little brother, I should thank you!"

After saying goodbye to Wen's family, Pang Guang and I seized the time again and immediately visited the second household.

This second family is what Boss Yang said to the writer who sold the price of Huanghuali tree to the first time he sold it to.

Painters and writers are all cultural people!

We also contacted the author's family in advance.

The writer's name is Liang Maoquan. It is said that he was in his early 30s when he died. He died young. He felt sorry for his beautiful and beautiful wife, who was a widow at a young age.

Pang Guang and I were sitting in the car, and Pang Guang had already started searching for information about Liang Maoquan on his mobile phone.

"Oh! This kid was very popular during his lifetime! I heard that the manuscript fee could be sold for tens of millions per year!" Pang Guang said, while curling his lips with his eyes squinted, his tone full of envy.

I said, "What's the use of becoming famous again? I'm young and lost my life, I have to earn my life, but I have to spend my life!"

"Hey! That won't it be a fulfillment of his wife! He inherited a large inheritance in his twenties and turned into a rich woman overnight. Then he found a second spring in his life. If I were his wife, I would like to thank Liang Maoquan's eight generations of ancestors!"

The family of the deceased who we contacted on the phone before was Liang Maoquan's wife He Man.

I urge Pang Guang.

"What do you think about it? You can say it in the car! When you arrive at the place later, don't talk too much, so as not to feel uncomfortable in the family of the deceased."

When we arrived at He Man’s current home, Pang Guang said it was indeed correct. He Man had really changed his marriage. The couple’s new home was arranged in the most prosperous Jiangbei villa area in the East City. It seems that He Man’s current economic conditions are indeed good.

After coming home, He Man was the only one at home. Because there is still more than an hour left before ordinary office workers get off work.

He Man also asked on the phone that while his current husband had not yet gotten off work, we would come over as soon as possible, and go back quickly after asking any questions, and never disturb her current life.

Pang Guang and I entered the He family. He Man was wearing a black silk nightgown, her hair was lazy on her chest, a white mask on her face, and a beautiful foot mask on her feet.

Although this woman is not very beautiful, she is dressed very elegantly. The woman who is rich and prosperous and inherits the Daitian heritage is indeed of extraordinary temperament.

When it comes to He Man's deceased husband, this woman has something to say.

"To be honest, Mao Quan, I originally wanted to live with him for the rest of my life! But who would have thought that he would leave so early!"

He Man was affectionate and a little depressed, as if he was not lying. After all, he was young and neither of them was rich when they got married. I think the two of them were not together for the sake of financial gain, so they should still have real feelings.

A thin electronic cigarette rod hung around He Man's neck. She took a sip of the electronic cigarette, swallowing the clouds and vaguely recalled her memories.

"When I was with Maoquan, my family disagreed at first. Maoquan didn't have a stable job, just a writer. He earned 3,000 or 5,000 a month, no house or car, and nothing at home!

But at that time, the relationship between the two of us was really good!”

"This shows that Ms. He is also a person who values ​​feelings, otherwise she would not have married your deceased husband." I agreed next to me.

"Uh. If you want to emphasize feelings, it is not entirely true!" He Man smiled.

"Maoquan was very nice to me when he was alive. He had 100 yuan on his body and gave me 99 yuan. He was not greedy, did not drink, did not seek prostitution, or gamble. He made good food, and he could clean up the family. He had a calm temper and personality. It was really rare for his husband to do his part!"

He Man recalled the past when he thought about the past with Liang Maoquan. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh! It's all good to make people. If you live like this, it would be great. Who would have thought that later he wrote about the crazy thing, and his life would be gone!"

According to He Man's recollection, Liang Maoquan used to be a web writer, and lived with fixed attendance and had no great ability.

He Man was attracted by Liang Maoquan's people back then. He Man opened a store to sell clothing. His business was harder, but he made a lot of money.

A few years before the two got married, He Man was supporting the family. The male lead was the female lead, and the female lead was the female lead, and life was quite leisurely.

Until, Liang Maoquan carried the Huanghuali bookshelf home.

He Man said.

"Maoquan liked reading books during his lifetime. There were not 1,000 books at home, but there were 800 books. The bookshelves were piled up, so Maoquan went to the second-hand market to buy a new one.

He saw the old Huanghuali bookshelf at first sight. The boss wanted to sell it several thousand yuan. I thought it was expensive, but Maoquan really liked it. I paid for it and bought it.

It seemed that shortly after I bought this bookshelves, Maoquan suddenly seemed to have become a different person. He became more and more crazy and became addicted to writing. He didn't know where he came from so much inspiration. He wrote from morning to night every day, and even didn't eat or sleep.

At that time, I felt sorry for him from the bottom of my heart. When I advised him to rest, he stared at me with scarlet eyes. Then he cursed at me and told me to get out!

Maoquan used to write rural literature, and men farmed and women weaved in small farmyards, and lived a life of ordinary people, but it was just the matter between us and our husband!

But later, he seemed to have activated all his writing talents overnight. Mao Quan went crazy. He couldn't put down the book. On the most day, he actually wrote more than 80,000 words!

Moreover, the type of manuscript of Maoquan's book is completely different from before! He began to write about violent aesthetics, supernatural monsters, horrors... I have seen what he wrote, and it was so scary, eating rats raw, killing people to cut off their caesarean section, and fighting divine beasts. I was shuddering!"

He Man said this, took off the mask on his face, hugged his chest with both hands, and his body trembled slightly.

"I think Maoquan seemed like a psychopath at that time, but the more bloody and violent the thing was, the more famous it was. Maoquan's book became famous almost overnight, with overwhelming royalties, and various copyright adaptations. Countless websites asked him to make an appointment with manuscripts.

But at this moment, Maoquan actually chose to cut his wrist!"

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