MTL - Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When I got home, Shi Niange had just entered the door, and I saw Shi Cola’s child pouting. He was lying on the carpet with watercolor pens of various colors on his hand, and a piece of white paper in front of him was covered with various colors. In the mess of colors, I saw a black picture in the middle that looked like a person. I can only say that it looks like... After all, although Shi Coke kids have good grades in kindergarten, their paintings are really ugly. I don't have this talent.

Every time she saw Lele’s paintings, she was very distressed. In the United States, every time some kindergarten creative competition in painting, the teacher couldn’t laugh or cry and handed Lele’s words to her and asked her if she could enroll her child in a drawing class. .

Shi Niange thought about it, but there was really no time before.

She walked over and squatted aside and looked at Lele: "What is your painting? What is the black circle in the middle? Is it a person or a dog?"

Lele smiled and raised her small face, she saw that the little girl’s chin and hands were all the colors of watercolor pencils, and she would have to rub it hard when she bathed, otherwise these colors would have to be washed. It takes a long time to fall.

"Mom, I drew Dad." Lele pointed to the black group of things in the middle of the picture, which I don’t know if it is a human or a dog. "The homework that the teacher left us today is to draw mom, dad and myself, mom and I I know how to paint. It’s just a person with long hair. I’m a little person. I have two braids, but I can’t draw my dad. Mom, you bought me a dad earlier. I saw my dad. Yes, this is the father I imagined!"

Shi Niange: "..."

Lele put down the paintbrush and threw directly into her arms. There are various colors on her little hand. He raised her little hand and touched Shi Niange's face, and then said with a smile: "Mommy, why are your eyes red? What?"

Shi Niange just drove back on the road, making sure that he hadn't cried, but forbearing all his emotions, kept his eyes open and looked at the road ahead, and drove seriously, probably because he kept his eyes open for too long without blinking.

She smiled, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and sat directly on the carpet with Lele in her arms: "It's okay, the wind just outside was too much, it was red, and it hurts."

"Oh oh oh." Lele said distressed on her little face, holding Shi Nian Song's face, quickly raised her little face and drew a few kisses on her eyelids: "Lele kisses mommy , Mommy’s eyes don’t hurt anymore."

Seeing that their mother and daughter were sticky there again, Aunt Xiang smiled and went to the bathroom to get water: "Hurry up and wash Lele's hands, and the colors are all on your face."

"It's okay. I'll wash it later. I'll accompany her to paint." Shi Niange said, holding Lele in one hand, picking up the picture that Lele just painted in the other, and then looking at the dark thing in the middle. I don't know what to say, it just feels... Lele's impression of Dad doesn't seem to be a person, a toy or an animal.

I don't know if her father will know of her existence one day. At present, it is estimated that he does not want to know, and is not willing to have any contact with her anymore.

But at least you have to set up your child's concept of normality. Even if you talk nonsense at home, you can't say that my dad is a toy or that my dad is this dark thing when you go out.

So Shi Niange picked up the nature of not allowing anyone to discredit Qin Siting's image many years ago, grabbed the watercolor pen on the ground, took another piece of white paper next to it, and began to paint on it.

Probably because she used to have the habit of copying those comics when she was bored in class, so the level of drawing is not good, but at least she can still read it.

Based on the Qin Siting in her original impression, she drew an image that looked quite like him. Well, the eyebrows should be better, the nose should be a bit taller, and the mouth should be slightly thinner than the one in the picture... um... The hair is a little shorter, at least what I saw today is much shorter than when I was a student, um...the actual body proportions are a little more perfect than the picture...

After painting, Shi Niange stared at the drawing for a long time, and then put down the pen.

"Wow, what is this?" Lele looked astonished as she watched her mother draw a person, still a good-looking person: "Is this father?"

No wonder the other children’s fathers are all men. It turns out that her father is also a man, and he is still a man!

"Yes." Shi Niange thought for a while, took up the pen and wrote a line of words underneath-Shi Cola's father.

Although Lele was young, she couldn't write these words, but she knew it and could still read it. She shook her head and read it out, and then ran to find Aunt Xiang with the painting in great excitement: "Grandma Xiangxiang, My father looks so good!"

Aunt Xiang poked her head out of the bathroom and took a look, then silently raised her head and looked at the direction of singing. She just wanted to tease her about how she actually painted people, but she was still sitting when she saw singing. On the carpet, holding the watercolor pen I just wrote in my hand, I silently didn't know what I was thinking, but from the back, I could see a sadness.

Aunt Xiang quickly patted Lele’s head and said, “Yes, it’s so good-looking. Lele’s father is so handsome. Good deed. Mom finally helped you draw. You put it away. Don’t put it in the bathroom and get wet. It's gone."

"Good, good!" Lele happily folded the painting carefully, and put it into his cute little schoolbag.

Shi Niange never thought that Lele would often hold this picture in the future, and when he saw others, he would tell others that this is my dad.

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Lishui Villa.

The gray-white Porsche parked in front of the villa. Qin Siting got out of the car and his eyes paused. He saw that the tall weeds in the yard of the opposite villa had been cleaned up, and a cleaning car was parked outside. Someone was working. Take those weeds out and throw them into the clean car.

He looked at the newly restored front yard of the villa, and saw that the dust-filled carved door had been blackened and cleaned. He only glanced at it, then turned and walked into his house without looking back. Went in.

As soon as I entered the door, the phone from the hospital called and said that the girl who had just picked up was not in a good mood. After the bandage, she sat alone in the consulting room and cried. No one could persuade her. Then she asked her and asked Dr. Qin to come and accompany her. She could not do it, she said yes, and asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital to see the girl.

Qin Siting's tone was not very warm: "I won't go, tell her that there is no place to show her tears in the hospital's consultation room. No one can help her if she is not strong. I happened to pass by and saw this one time today, which is a way of making up for the face of the Ling family. I’m not interested in her, so I don’t have to rely on me."

"Huh?" Doctor Zhou didn't understand there.

Qin Siting didn't have the patience to take care of these nostalgic matters anymore. He hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. As soon as he was about to go back to the room, he suddenly heard the phone ringing again like a rush.

After a glance, the caller ID showed Li Nanheng.

Really fucking-it's urging