The head teacher who is in charge of the painting knows Meng Chuan, he is good-looking and has a smart brain, but unfortunately he is missing an arm.

Meng Chuan loves to ignore everyone, but he is a little special about painting.

The head teacher has always regarded Zhihua and Meng Chuan as brother and sister, and she smiled and said, "Zhihua is not in the class. ”

Hearing this, Meng Chuan frowned slightly.

Not in the class?

So where did she go?

Seeing Meng Chuan's doubts, the head teacher explained: "The father and mother who are in charge of the painting are here, and she is now with her parents. ”

The painting is an orphan, and he has no parents since he was a child, which Meng Chuan knows.

Because others say that they are both sick and sick, that they are both orphans, and that they are both defective.

He thinks so, too.

But now......

It seems to be different again.

Meng Chuan didn't say anything, but turned to leave.

He has always been a loner, no one wants to be friends with him, and his world, except for painting, is a barren.

And now, even Zhihua has left, which seems to have abandoned him again.

The head teacher looked at the back of Meng Chuan leaving, and suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful and lonely.

*

Meng Chuan came home from school, and when he passed by the painter, his footsteps were obviously stunned.

The grandmother of the painting is surnamed Zhi, is a tailor, the grandfather and grandson depend on each other, live in a small and dilapidated house, there is a small courtyard dam outside the house, change to usual, the painting will help the grandmother in the courtyard.

He only had to stand there to see her busy figure.

But today he didn't see the painting.

The grandmother who was holding the painting saw Meng Chuan, smiled and beckoned and asked, "Ah Chuan, are you here to find the painting?" ”

Meng Chuan wanted to refute, but nodded first.

"Mom and Dad who are in charge of the painting have found her, and she probably won't come back today." Grandma asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?" When the painting comes back, I'll tell her for you. ”

Meng Chuan clenched his hands, "No need." ”

He turned and walked forward, never looking back.

She has a father and a mother, and she has forgotten what she said today.

Meng Chuan's home was at the far end of the town, where there was a rough house, so dilapidated that it seemed to be crumbling.

He had no parents and was adopted by an alcoholic since he was a child, and when he was nine years old, one night, Meng Chuan's adoptive father was out drinking, and when he came back it was late, he stumbled into the water and drowned.

Since then, Meng Chuan has become a complete orphan, he lives in this dilapidated house, and because of his clever brain, the school not only exempts him from studying, but also subsidizes him.

As usual, when he didn't go to school, he would help in the small town, and others would pity him and give him some wages.

Meng Chuan is only ten years old this year, but after so many twists and turns, his heart has been tempered, so he is much more mature than others at a young age.

The sun had already set, and when night fell, Meng Chuan did not cook on the fire, but mixed dry cakes with cold white to cushion his stomach.

He doesn't need to eat well, as long as he can survive.

In order to settle the contract, Meng Chuan sat on a small stool outside the courtyard to eat, and the bright moonlight was cut by layers of branches, casting mottled broken shadows on the ground.

Suddenly, he heard a squeak, Meng Chuan took the dry cake for a moment, he looked up, and saw a beautiful little girl pushing the door and walking in.

The painting trotted to Meng Chuan's side, panting, and looked tired.

She was dressed in a beautiful princess dress, and she looked like a little angel who had fallen into the mortal world, and because of her appearance, this small and dilapidated hut was full of light.