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Mediterranean coast of southern Europe. Where the early spring is a little chilly for a person. Even the warm sun can't drive away the coolness of the sky. The sky is as usual. The dazzling blue of the blue. As if just look up at it. The cheeks will also be dyed this pure blue. A gentle wind cruises across the clear blue sea. It has a damp, warm salty taste peculiar to the Mediterranean.

Not far from the sea, there is a rolling hillside. The newly grown leaves are verdant and dripping with the morning dew. It reflects a white luster in the sunlight.

Where is a field of hyacinth flowers. Pink, blue, red, yellow, and purple bloomed all over the hillside.

Its petals look refreshed because they have soaked up the dew of the night.

And right in the middle of the flowers. There sat a little oriental girl who looked to be only five or six years old.

You can see the oriental face here. It's rare.

Ye Chen, who had just arrived here early in the morning. This is the picture you see.

The girl's facial features are extremely delicate. The fine white skin is as bright as fine porcelain. The delicate little mouth is like a cherry dyed with a faint red color by the warm wind in the first lesson of spring. The most eye-catching thing is the big black eyes with oriental characteristics.

Those eyes. Pure without a hint of magazines. This is reminiscent of the crystal clear water of a mountain stream. Clean and transparent.

It's rare to see such eyes.

The girl kept her head down. Concentrate on what is depicted on the white canvas in front of you. The sun cast a glow on her pink cheeks. It's like a brilliant halo cast by God's own hands.

Ye Chen was very curious. He quietly walked behind the girl. Want to see what she's drawing.

But I didn't wait for him to get closer. The girl turned around in a panic. See strange faces. There was space in the eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen spoke Mandarin in a hurry.

He slowly approached. Careful. lest it frightened the elves in the wind. His tone was never softer. There was also a smile between his eyebrows.

How familiar this scene is. Many years ago. He used to sit here. Waiting for his elves to appear. Oriental girl in front of you. Inexplicably, he thought of Liang Yimo. She was the size of this girl. I couldn't help but get a lot closer to the girl in front of me.

Xu is that he doesn't laugh like that very often. I forgot what it was like. So much so that he smiled. It scared the girl even more and frightened even more. There was panic in his eyes. I accidentally knocked over all the fuel in my hand on the canvas.

Girl works in the morning. It was so easily ruined by her.

"Don't panic."

Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward. Squatting down and picking up the paintbrushes on the ground one by one for the elf-like girls. and pigments. When he looked up. only to find out how far the girl had already run. Soon disappeared in this field of flowers. It's really like a fairy.

Ye Chen touched his face with some confusion. Don't children like him anymore?

Unconsciously smiled. It seems that his charm has declined.

Submit. Look at the paintbrush in your hand. and tools on the ground. Ye Chen bent down and picked them all up.

He carefully flipped through the girl's sketchbook. It's all about this field of flowers. You can see it from the notes. Still a beginner. But there is already a good sense of color. Very good.

Girls under each painting. All wrote two characters in Chinese one stroke at a time: 箐箐.

Her name.

Ye Chenzi silently recited it in his heart. It feels good. Very much in line with the girl.

He put his tools away. That's just leaving.

He has a villa nearby. Every year there is a fixed period of time to stay here for a while. Sometimes I sit in this flower field and get distracted. But this year there was a sudden harvest.

He had a hunch. The girl will come back.

Ye Chen suddenly laughed at himself. When will I believe these coming.

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Liang Yimo handed the wrapped purple hyacinth to Mr. Smith across the street. He would come to her every day at this time to buy a bouquet of flowers for his Mrs. Smith.

Mr. Smith is in his seventies this year. His affection for his wife, Mrs. Smith, remained the same.

Although his lover, Mrs. Smith, could no longer see what color the flower was. I won't know if the flower has already withered. Mr. Smith still insists on putting a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of her window every day.

Suddenly, he ran in from the outside and ran to the backyard.

After sending Mr. Smith away. Liang Yimo entered the backyard. See where the puzzle is silent.

Liang Yimo approached. Qinqing. You're not going to learn to draw. Why did you come back so early?"

The emptying of the basket has improved. Liang Yimo will often talk to her patiently for a while. Sometimes he would answer with a question. Even one sentence will make Liang Yimo very excited.

In particular, she found that she was very interested in puzzles and drawing. Just send Jingqing to an old painter where. Let her learn to draw. It's been three months since she went. She was supposed to send her over again this morning. Suddenly rejected by Jingqing." No need to send ...... I'll ...... myself."

She was worried. But see the firm eyes of Qinqing. She gave up. But also worried all morning.

After all, this is the first time she's gone out alone.

Fortunately. Which painter's place of residence is not far from here. That's why she's relieved.

Liang Yimo asked for a long time. Seeing that Qinqing still didn't speak. Some anxious.

Fear that she will be bullied. And my heart ached.

She hugged her tightly in her arms. Trembling all over. She really wants the child to be the same as a healthy child. You can call her mom out loud. Can run unscrupulously in the sun.

A pair of small hands. Suddenly reached in her face. Wiping her tears." Mom...... Don't cry...... Don't cry ......"

Soft little hands. Put it on Liang Yimo's cold skin. Boom. The blood in the whole body also warmed up.

Liang laughed silently. Her head was covered in her little hands. Put it on your face. Feel it." Qinqing. Are you calling your mother?"

"Mom."

"I'm calling again."

"Mom."

“……”

Nothing. than this moment makes Liang Yimo happy. And so she held her baby. Feel the warmth.

Jingqing is all of Liang Yimo. She only has a basket left. She hopes that Qinqing can live a little happier day by day than anyone else. Let her childhood not be gloomy.

Xiao Jingjing can't help but think of the strange man she just met. Today's painting teacher finished the lesson ahead of schedule because of something. Let her go home.

The same is true for the basket. Goes to a secret base that she has just discovered.

Because no one is coming there. Flowers bloom there all over the hillside. It's beautiful. Where she wants to complete her homework. I didn't expect to meet a stranger today.

I really like that place. She figured that person wasn't going anywhere every day. It's a big deal not to go these days. When the man was gone, she was ready to go there.

Come to think of it. Qin Jing has bowed his head and played with the puzzle in his hand.