I watched helplessly as the cars and horses drove away, leaving only billowing dust behind. I stuffed the banknotes into my arms, held the knife in one hand and covered my nose with the other, and turned around to go into town. Suddenly thinking that the portrait was still in the car, I quickly turned around and ran after the carriage: "Hui'er... Hui'er..." At this time, the carriage had already run thirty meters away. When Hui'er heard the sound, she raised the window and waved to me vigorously. I shouted to Hui'er: "Paint... Paint..." Hui'er still waved to me, probably unable to hear the sound clearly, and Hu Wenhan, who had dog ears, didn't stop either.
I picked up the knife and ran after the carriage until the carriage disappeared from sight. Ignoring the fearful looks of everyone on the road, he put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. He spat out the dirt in his mouth and sighed: "Fuck!"