It's a very ordinary bedroom, not even different from the other rooms, but with a little more "old" taste, which means that someone has indeed lived here. It stands to reason that the door of this room has not been opened for a long time, and it must be a dusty servant. But to Han Bing's surprise, it turned out to be very clean, almost spotless.

As far as she knew, even Sister-in-law Wu was not allowed to come in here to clean. That can only prove one point, Junko will come to this room when there is no one at home. What else is he doing here besides cleaning up

Han Bing used her not-so-rich imagination to sit on the floor, reminiscing about the family's happy appearance, and on the bedside table, there was a picture frame of a couple.

In the photo frame, the man looks elegant and graceful, which is undoubtedly Shen Xuan when he was young. And women are also intellectually generous. Graceful and introverted, she should be Junko's mother.

Before this, Han Bing had never seen a photo of Junko's mother. In her stereotype, it should be a shrew who smells of gunpowder all the time. Because Shen Xuan is an extremely gentle man, imagine how spicy a woman who can quarrel with him should be

But Han Bing never thought that the current Shen Xuan had gradually formed his current appearance after experiencing the devastation of the years. When he was young, Shen Xuan was conceited and arrogant. Relying on some talent and brains, plus he is really good, so he often speaks disrespectfully to people and falls out with the people around him.

The older a man gets, the more flavorful he is, and it is not for nothing that this sentence has been mentioned repeatedly. When Han Bing saw the photo of Junko's mother. was really amazed, the photos of the two were put together, and they really deserved the words "golden boy and girl".

Probably only such couples. can give birth to a son like Junko. Seeing the man he loved the most and other women together, Han Bing didn't have the slightest hint of jealousy. She just felt that they were really worthy. Assist in estimating garbage.

However, of everything in this room, none of the following scenes is more worthy of Han Bing's surprise:

The walls around the bedroom are covered with paintings with immature brushwork. Because of the comparison of the previous one, Han Bing could see at a glance that these were all drawn by Shunzi.

At least there are hundreds, Han Bing felt a little dazzled. She strolled over to one of the paintings, which showed a couple holding their children's hands and happily walking towards the zoo in front of them.

Another painting. A child is sitting on a swing while a couple standing next to him is happily sending him high into the air.

In another picture, a husband and wife are busy cooking in the kitchen, and the children are happily shouting something next to them.

Han Bing looked at them one by one, and all the paintings were about this couple and this child. And it was vaguely clear that what Junko wanted to paint was himself and his parents.

Looking at it, Han Bing's eyes were also slightly moist. She didn't know how much time it would take to complete the paintings. In this painting, it carries the only dream in Junko's heart.

Han Bing sighed, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a person standing at the door.

She thought it was Shunzi, but when she turned around, she found Shen Xuan.

"It's you" Han Bing was a little surprised.

"It's me." Shen Xuan said with a sad face: "Somehow, I suddenly want to come back and have a look. Junko slept."

"He slept." Han Bing said: "He drank some wine and is asleep now. ”

Shen Xuan approached the room and looked up at the paintings on the wall, his eyes were also full of shock, it was obvious that he had also seen these grand works for the first time.

"We were wrong in the first place." Han Bing looked at Shen Xuan's back and said faintly.

Shen Xuan didn't speak, he still looked up, he didn't want to let go, and looked at them one by one hungrily.

From the immature brushwork at the beginning, to the gradual maturity of the figure sketches, it is clear that Junko has made slow progress in painting. As you can imagine, every time Junko finishes a piece, he carefully sticks it to the wall, slowly, slowly, many years slowly pass, and there are more and more paintings on the wall.

Junko's dream has never given up, and he has always insisted on using his own brush to depict the perfect world in his heart.

"The one who can make Junko burst out of the will to survive and go to the hospital for surgery is not me at all, nor is it love; It's your and Junko's mother, it's family affection. Han Bing knew that Shen Xuan had understood, but she still couldn't help but say it.

"Yes, I was wrong." Shen Xuan muttered. A man like him will also make mistakes, and it is not easy for a man like him to take the initiative to admit his mistakes

"He liked me a lot, but not enough for him to want to live." Han Bing's voice seemed to have a little cry: "It's you who can keep him alive, it's you."

Shen Xuan's hand caressed one of the paintings, which showed that at night, the man was still working hard in the office, and outside the door, the woman and the child were holding hands to deliver food.

When Shen Xuan saw this painting, he immediately burst into tears. He remembered that it had indeed happened. He threw the woman's food out of the office and yelled, "Don't bother me while I'm working."

Seeing Shen Xuan crying, Han Bing felt a pain in his heart, and stepped forward to hug his waist.

"It's too late to make up for it now, it must be too late." Han Bing muttered, "Go and remarry her, she is a good woman." ”

Shen Xuan's body trembled, he didn't say a word, turned around and hugged Han Bing tightly.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, I never thought of marrying you." Han Bing also burst into tears at some point, "You have to act fast, the doctor said that this is the last chance, and the success rate of the operation has also been reduced to the lowest, less than 10." ”

"I see." Shen Xuan still hugged Han Bing tightly and said gently: "I want you to understand that even if I remarry her for Shunzi, I still only love you alone in my heart. ”

"Don't eat in the bowl and look into the pot." Han Bing said faintly: "Go and bring people back, and your self-made wife is what you should take care of the most." As for me, it's just the dew on the top of the leaves in the morning, and it evaporates when the time comes. ”

Han Bing paused and continued: "Also, if you really love me, give me a sum of money, so that I can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life, otherwise I will hate you so much when I think of you in the future, and I will waste my best youth in vain." ”

"Hey, hey." Shen Xuan smiled helplessly. When he heard Han Bing's words, instead of feeling annoyed, he was very comfortable. This is the Han Bing he loves, who is sensible, has brains, and always thinks about his own interests first. and himself, it is just the same, no wonder the two thundered as soon as they met, and they quickly got together.

Shen Xuan thought that if he really chose a woman to match him, it would be Han Bing undoubtedly. Junko's mother, although gentle, although graceful, although like water, in the final analysis, still does not match his character.

Just as the wolf chooses to be a companion with the same treacherous as it is, rather than a kind rabbit.

"Money, of course I'll give it to you." Shen Xuan hooked Han Bing's nose: "But I won't let you go." ”

"Pull it down." Han Bing said faintly: "I'm sorry, I can't tolerate my man sleeping in the same bed with other women, and I keep saying that I love it." I don't want to be a second wife or a junior, so you let me leave happily. ”

Knowing that Han Bing's belief had been firm, Shen Xuan had no choice but to remain silent.

"Now is not the time to think about that." Han Bing was a little unbearable when he saw Shen Xuan's appearance: "You still have to think about how to perform a seamless drama to make Junzi believe that you and his mother are really reconciled." ”

"I know how to do it." Shen Xuan's brain is also a delicate and delicate machine, and he is ready to bring Junko's mother home by tomorrow night at the latest.

"That's good." Han Bing has always trusted Shen Xuan's ability to do things. He said that if he knows how to do it, he must know how to do it, and he doesn't need to urge him anymore.

"So, am I officially honorably laid off now, these days are too hard, the school is running at both ends, I need to have a good rest." Han Bing said casually, but she knew that this departure meant that she was going to say goodbye to Shen Xuan forever.

When I think about it, it's a little sentimental. Han Bing exhaled, raised his head to look at Shen Xuan's angular side face, and once again couldn't help but go up and kiss him.

"Let's not be in a hurry." Shen Xuan said: "As soon as you leave suddenly, Junzi will feel strange. My opinion is that until he has surgery, you'd better keep it that way. ”

"Old Shen, you won't be lying to me, right" Han Bing said helplessly: "Seeing that it is hopeless to hook up with me, you want to marry me to your son and give you a daughter-in-law, your wishful thinking is too loud." I don't want to live in such a family, I have been your woman, and I am your son's woman, no matter how strong my psychological quality is, I can't bear it, so you should ask for another master. ”

"I really didn't mean that." Shen Xuan hurriedly waved his hand: "I just hope that Junzi won't suffer any emotional fluctuations before the operation." ”

Han Bing thought about it, and said goodbye to Shen Xuan so soon, and he was indeed a little reluctant in his heart, so he had to say, "Okay, as soon as Junzi finishes the operation, I'll leave." ”

Shen Xuan tilted his head and said, "I really want to say a deal, but I'm afraid that you will say that I will treat this as a deal, and I will be unhappy." ”

"I'm not that small." Han Bing poked Shen Xuan's chest, and suddenly said coquettishly: "How about it, Shen Gongzi, do you want to sleep one last time before breaking up with me?"

285 The one who slept last time