Meng Chuan had never seen such a beautiful painting.

She was as beautiful as a princess, and he was an ant who was as lowly as a dust.

He didn't even dare to look at her, for fear that his gaze would blaspheme her light.

Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment, then retracted his gaze indifferently.

Don't think about it, her appearance must have been made by her biological parents.

This is also reminding Meng Chuan that they are not people of the same world now.

She will live well with her parents in the painting, like a little princess who is spoiled in the palm of her hand, and he is still the one struggling in the mud.

Meng Chuan continued to nibble on dry cakes and drink cold and white, without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't care about himself, he wasn't annoyed, but walked to Meng Chuan's side, reached out and pulled his sleeve.

"Something?" Meng Chuan didn't look at her either, he lowered his eyelids, and his gaze fell on her pink and fluffy skirt.

It is embroidered with delicate patterns and embellished with tiny pearls.

The painting can't speak, and she does sign language to Meng Chuan.

[Brother Achuan, I'm sorry, I forgot the agreement today, don't be angry with painting, okay? 】

Meng Chuan said indifferently: "What qualifications do you have to be angry with me?" Forget it, forget it, I don't remember it anyway. ”

He said this very ruthlessly, pursed his lips and drooped his head, looking like he was being bullied.

Meng Chuan saw that her pestle was not moving, her jaw was tight, and there was a hint of irritability between her eyebrows.

It's obvious that you forgot our agreement, it's obvious that you went back on your word, and obviously you don't remember, so what qualifications do you have to be wronged in the end?!

He was in a very bad mood all of a sudden, and he didn't even eat anything on a full stomach, but got up and went back to the house directly.

Meng Chuan left the painting in the courtyard and didn't bother to care about her.

Zhihua has been standing there, Yuan Yan and Xi Yan have been standing outside for a while, and they have not seen Zhihua come out, and the couple discussed and walked into the courtyard.

"Drawing, what's wrong?" Yuan Yan walked over and asked.

The little girl pursed her lips, but her eyes stayed on the dimly lit rough house.

Brother Achuan ignored her.

Xi Yan glanced at the room, he knew that his own daughter had a sense of dependence on the little boy, and children always cherished the hard-won friendship.

Now it's not early, Xi Yan picked up the painting, and said, "Painting is good, go back with your parents first, and come to your brother Achuan tomorrow, okay?" ”

She finally had her parents and parents, but she didn't dare to be disobedient, and she was afraid that the family affection she had won would eventually disappear.

So she could only nod, but her eyes were still a little reluctant.

Xi Yan smiled at Yuan Yan, "Yan Yan, let's go." ”

"Hmm."

The family of three left the courtyard, and after they left, Meng Chuan, who was standing behind the wooden door, came out.

Through the bright moonlight, Meng Chuan saw their family of three clearly, no wonder Zhihua has been beautiful since she was a child, because her parents are also good-looking.

Their family was really happy, Meng Chuan lowered his eyelids and felt lonely again.

*

The next day, Saturday, school is closed.

Xi Yu and Yuan Yan had been away from Kyoto for several days, and the two discussed taking Zhihua back as soon as possible.

For Grandma Zhi, who has been raising paintings for several years, Xi Yu and Yuan Yan respect her very much.

In return, the two of them couldn't leave the old man here alone, so they wanted to take her with them.

As a result, Grandma Zhi shook her head with a smile and refused: "Painting can find biological parents, I'm also very happy as a grandmother, I'm old, I want to stay in the town for a lifetime, I don't want to go anywhere." ”