Aunt Zhang is obviously a little nervous, because after so many years at home, the things in the two study rooms at home must not be moved, one is Yu Liao's, and the other is Yu Jingen's.

Especially Yu Jingen, the furnishings in the study must not be moved easily, even if the tissue box is moved half an inch from the corner of the table, he can find the difference. This time, a young helper accidentally knocked over the picture books on the bookshelf while cleaning, and when she looked at the dense bookshelves, she had forgotten where they belonged.

When Shen Meilan looked at it, her surprised expression was undoubtedly revealed, and she had a moment of thought that her son's budding interest in sex when he was young only quickly dispelled this idea, because Yu Jingen has always been restrained and pure-hearted, and on the painting book, the girlish brushwork made her think of a person.

Shen Meilan's eyelids twitched a few times, closed the painting book in her hand, and handed it to Li Miran, "Is it yours?"

At home, the only person who can draw is Li Miran, and the person who can have such a similar medical illustration will only be Li Miran.

Yes, she is very good at drawing, inheriting her father's genes, she has followed her father to learn to draw since she was a child, watercolor and oil painting are her strengths, but she draws the most medical illustration, starting from high school and before graduating from her senior year.

Once when she was struggling with what university to go to in City B, she and Yu Jingen were both in trouble. Because her cultural class grades are really ordinary, except for Chinese, everything else is hovering at the passing line, and almost all of the 20 kilometers within a radius of B University are famous schools, so it is obvious that she can't get in. In the end, with the help and ** of Jingen, he only barely got into a second school of nursing, which is the only one that is less than five kilometers away from B University. In that way, she can draw medical illustrations diligently by the way, as if there is no delay.

She smirked, "It's mine...... Strange, how is it in my brother's study?"

She couldn't figure out how the objects that had been stored in the cabinet in her bedroom were on Jingen's bookshelf.

This is her first picture book, recording all the stories of her pondering the mysteries of the human body from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, the explicit human body, the fleshy marking, and the girlish brushwork......

"Ah, I probably put it in my hand at that time, and I forgot it, thank you Aunt Zhang, help me find it!"

"I'll go back to my room first......"

Li Miran finished his words intermittently, and returned to the room without hurrying. If she stays any longer, so many pairs of eyes are staring at her, saying that there are many mistakes.

……

On this day, Li Miran stayed in the bedroom for a day.

In the middle, Liu Yiqing came in twice, and she said a few words just twice, once to give her lunch, she asked him to bring her easel, and the second time was when he brought an easel from the upstairs bedroom, and she took the mother's affairs with **, and then said goodbye briefly.

Liu Yiqing took the plane that night and flew directly to LA. She didn't say goodbye.

Shen Meilan came in once, brought her dinner, and when she put down the dishes and chopsticks, she glanced at the easel.

"Sicily painted?"

"No, Meima, it's Ma Dai. ”

An unfinished painting she had done four months ago before she went to the United States - White Horse Manor in the Maldives, a seven-star luxury private island hotel, which opened in 2013 not long ago, she and Yu Jingen secretly visited once, and for a short but happy three days, the two unanimously decided that this was the first choice for honeymoon trips.

"Want to go here for your honeymoon?"

"Hmm!"

Shen Meilan's point-to-point inquiry made her subconsciously reply to her heart, but she quickly changed her words.

“…… Ah, I didn't think much about it, I just thought it was beautiful. ”

She looked at Shen Meilan's suspicious eyes, pursed her lips, and quickly looked away.

Li Miran's habit of painting without leaving the door of the house was developed since he was a child, and he learned from his father, so he didn't bother his family much.

At about 10 o'clock in the evening, she came out of the bathroom and received a phone call.

After the phone was connected, there was silence, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, he was on the other end, she was on the other end, and they were killing patience together.

"Did you sleep?"

"No ......"

"You haven't slept so late, you've only been back from the hospital for a few days, are you going to die......