The little girl ran back to her class, and the head teacher who had been looking for her for a long time saw her, and hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Where did you go to paint?" The teacher is looking for you. ”

She was very confused and didn't understand what the teacher was looking for her.

She gestured and asked, but her teacher didn't know sign language, but she could see the doubts in the eyes of the painter.

The teacher explained, "Draw, someone is looking for you, and the teacher is now taking you to the principal's office." ”

The painting was taken away, and a group of children lying on the windowsill saw it and looked puzzled.

The children's curiosity drove them to come along and have a look, but the other teachers started to organize the lessons, so the children had to stop it.

The head teacher brought the drawing to the principal's office, "Principal, I brought the drawing to you." ”

She stepped aside, revealing the painting standing behind her, and the little girl stood there shyly, with a pair of thin little hands, tugging at the hem of her clothes uneasily.

She didn't dare to look up, and her timid and pitiful appearance made people feel distressed.

Yuan Yan had already stood up from the sofa the moment she saw her, and she walked over with a very light footstep, lest she scare the timid little girl in front of her.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, and the painting became more nervous, and his weak shoulders trembled slightly.

Yuan Yan saw it in her eyes, she slowly squatted down in front of the picture, and her voice was gentle and soothing: "Painting, can you raise your head and let Auntie take a look?" ”

She is like a breeze in March, neither cold nor too enthusiastic, just right, so that the painting suddenly has the meaning of wanting to be close.

When Zhihua heard Yuan Yan's words, she was bitten her lower lip by eating, she grabbed the hem of her clothes, and slowly raised her head, revealing her thin but stunning little face.

was born with a good skin at a young age, and if she grows up, she will definitely be a beauty who will captivate the country and the city.

When Zhihua saw the woman in front of her at eye level, his eyes were slightly stunned.

What a beautiful aunt.

She had never seen such a good-looking person, just like the stars in the sky, which could only be looked up to, but could not be touched for the rest of her life.

When Yuan Yan saw her face, it was simply carved out of the same mold as herself.

Her eyes were full of thin tears, the woman who was about to turn thirty, faded from the youthful youth of the previous year, became more mature and charming, when the Yuan Yan was in tears, it was so beautiful that it made people's hearts palpitate, as if she couldn't grasp this person with a sense of brokenness.

Xi Yan stood beside Yuan Yan, he also saw the appearance of the painting, most men are naturally more stable than women in terms of reason, although the little girl in front of him is his biological daughter, although she has been found, but he will not shed tears like Yuan Yan on his face, he will only suppress many feelings in his heart.

Zhihua looked at Yuan Yan, and then looked at Xi Yan, the woman is beautiful, the man is handsome, it is a stunning color that this town has never had.

Principal Zhang already knew that Xi Yan and Yuan Yan were here to find their biological daughter, although he was very surprised that this eldest lady born with a golden spoon would appear in his school, but now that his relatives are reunited, it is always a good thing.

Seeing that Yuan Yan was still crying silently, his heart was like being pinched by someone's hand, and it hurt terribly.

She raised her hand and warmly wiped away her tears for Yuan Yan.

A small person, with a light movement and a hint of nervousness.

Yuan Yan was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a shallow smile.

She held the little hand holding the painting, and the little girl's body trembled visibly.

The slightly cold hand was dispelled by the warmth, which made her particularly nostalgic.

Zhihua heard Yuan Yan say: "Paint, I'm your mother." ”