In the bedroom, the big screen lit up and the picture appeared.

Shen Zhixin was wearing a pink jacket, a red hat with pompoms on the top, and a fair melon seed face exposed from under the beanie, the little face was white and faintly pink, and the smile underneath made the corners of his eyes crooked.

The girl is like a bright spring day, which makes people's hearts bloom with sweet fireworks.

The man's eyes stared at the figure of the woman on the screen for a moment, he hadn't seen the girl for a month, Fu Chengjing thought to himself, it was enough to be annoyed if he didn't accompany her at Christmas, and the next New Year's Day and holiday gathering had been long-awaited for a long time.

Thinking that he could finally quench his thirst without looking at Mei, the man's slightly pale face showed a gentle light.

Haiyuan, Shen Zhixin happily opened the gift.

Some of these gifts are a beautiful dress, some are a string of necklaces, and some things that girls will like, and the last gift to open is the largest box, which must be a big gift.

With a smile on her face, she cautiously opened the box, guessing what was inside.

The box was taken away, and she was stunned at first glance.

It was a stack of paintings, the first one was a little girl with pigtails, but her eyes were a little melancholy, but they were so clear and translucent, the second one was a little older, her hair was cut short, like a boy, and the third one was ......

In the seventh, the girl has fully developed, from a little girl to a girl, with long hair and a shawl, and a long skirt.

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Shen Zhixin could see at a glance that the girl was standing at the door of Beijing University, full of longing and joy for the institution of higher learning.

In the eighth, the girl drags a suitcase, snowflakes flutter in the sky, and a row of footprints behind her.

It was like when she came home from the winter vacation of her second year at Kyoto University.

In the ninth, the girl is wearing a wedding dress, and under the white and pure veil, there is a reluctant face, and her eyes are full of disgust.

Shen Zhixin will always remember what she did in public on the wedding day, and how much that incident hurt Fu Chengjing.

Until she flipped to the last one.

Her long hair was in a shawl, one side of the long hair was wrapped behind her ears, revealing a bright face, she was running, like someone in front of her who made her feel important and happy, and the longing and guilt in her eyes were so obvious that it was moving.

The nine paintings in front are all black and white, shrouded in an indescribable melancholy atmosphere.

Only the last one is in color, as if all the melancholy has been cleared, and the painting exudes the joy of the author, as if something that has been long-awaited has finally happened.

If it weren't for the artist's deep familiarity with the girl, the painting would not have been so moving, one less point would be less charming, and one more point would be too violent, unless the observation was meticulous and deep into the author's heart, it could be portrayed so naturally.

Shen Zhixin knew that this painting was painted by Fu Chengjing himself.

The paintings she had seen in the studio before were similar to those she had just seen.

Mr. Fu seems to be such an indifferent person, but he has a tiger in his heart and sniffs the rose.

Shen Zhixin thought of one thing, and he went back to Haiyuan today to do this.

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The screen showed that the playback was over, and the man sitting in the leather chair clicked the replay button, not realizing how many times he had watched it.

The girl's smile and every move were enough to haunt him.

Until, the phone vibrated for a while, and the man clicked the pause button, a smile on the corner of his lips, and connected the phone.

There was silence for a few seconds, and only some unsteady breath was heard.

"Fu Chengjing......" The girl's voice was choked with a hint of choking.

Fu Chengjing's originally lazy sitting posture immediately sat up straight nervously.

"Confidant, what's wrong? Isn't it Haiyuan......" A sharp light appeared in the man's eyes.

"No, no. I just, just happy and uncomfortable. Shen Zhixin sobbed.

The air was filled with the kind of closeness that only belonged to each other, Shen Zhixin closed his eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Tears were salty, she stood in Fu Chengjing's point of view, thinking about the loneliness of him for so many years, and her heart was full of each other.

The man was at a loss, but waited patiently for her to continue.

Where did Xiao Nizi get wronged, after all, she was in Beijing, the road was far away, and there were always places he couldn't consider.

"I've seen all the gifts you gave, and I like them very much, especially ......," the woman sobbed, "Especially those paintings, Fu Chengjing, you've been paying attention to me all these years, right?" ”

The man was silent for a few seconds and said, "That's all in the past, it's not important." ”

"No, it's important to me! I see that the paintings are a little old, Mr. Fu will paint one for me every year, has it been preserved to this day? Her eyes were as red as a bunny.

If Fu Chengjing saw her appearance, he would definitely feel distressed.

"I don't remember how many I painted, if you like it." The man smiled indifferently.

The frustration and hesitation of the past are gone with the wind, but the important thing is that now, as long as the girl doesn't think about leaving him, he can endure anything, including heart-rending poisonous wounds!

I don't remember how many paintings I painted, so to speak, Fu Chengjing painted a lot of her paintings.

Shen Zhixin regretted it, the last time she was in Haiyuan, why didn't she open all the paintings and take a look?

What is Mr. Fu's true heart like?

"Mr. Fu, why didn't you look for me at that time?" Shen Zhixin felt that she had missed a lot over the years.

Fu Chengjing has never been absent from her life, and before she marries him, she will only make him angry.

"Fool, you were young at that time, I just want you to grow up safely, and I don't want to disturb your life."

Fu Chengjing will not be perverted enough to like a child, but as time goes by, he has been silently watching a person for a long time, and he has an unusual affection for her.

Especially after the girl turned eighteen years old, when Fu Chengjing painted her, he realized that she was a big girl, and she was no longer the child who was full of childishness and called him little brother.

That day, after Fu Chengjing had this thought, the paintbrush fell to the ground with a snap.

Something wrapped around his heart suddenly cracked, and it turned out that he had unconsciously taken care of her.

"You're so good to me, but I'm so angry." The more Shen Zhixin thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

"Confidant, don't be easy to be self-conscious, it's not easy to be admitted to an institution like Beijing University from an ordinary family, not to mention, your advantages are far more than you think." The man said.

If she was so embarrassed, how could he gradually fall in love with her?

"But I want to give Mr. Fu a little return, and I can't do this little thing. This month I was always sleepy, low energy, I thought I was pregnant with a baby, but after I tested it just now, now I am so disappointed, woo woo ......"

Fu Chengjing's genes are so strong, her appearance is not bad, their crystallization must be beautiful and cute.

Don't you get pregnant overnight on TV?

Is she not good enough, or is Fu Chengjing not good enough?

So disappointed, so sad, so angry!