"-Come, what does the girl think of this?" Pei Chong turned his head and saw Song Chinese New Year's Eve staring at the painting on the wall, "Girl." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses, "Huh? ”

Pei Chong and Qin Weizhou looked at the wall in the direction where Song Chinese New Year's Eve was standing, and there was a framed and neatly arranged painting.

"Oh, that's my daughter's drawing."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at the painting, and a name that made her tremble inexplicably protruded in her heart, and she finally pressed it down, telling herself that it was only impossible, but when she heard this sentence, she still couldn't help showing a shocked expression, her eyes widened, "Your daughter drew it?!" ”

Pei Chong looked at the painting, sighed slowly, the color under his eyes that Song Chinese New Year's Eve could not understand, the churning deep hidden in the innermost, what was left to express was the three points of sighs in the tone.

"yes... My daughter. ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's throat was dry for a while, pursed his lips, and clearly heard himself ask, "Teacher Pei, who is the person in the painting?" ”

It seemed that this topic was much easier for Pei Chong, he raised his head, "Oh, you should all know her at your age, a very famous actress named Song Zhao." ”

Qin Weizhou, who was watching Song Chinese New Year's Eve all the time, suddenly twisted his eyebrows, Song Zhao?

He glanced at the woman in the painting, and then at Song Chinese New Year's Eve, she seemed to feel that she had heard it wrong, and restrained herself from biting her trembling lips.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve swallowed hard and forced himself to soothe his out-of-control heart.

But Mom, I've forgotten what you looked like...

Looking at the painting, she remembered three or four points.

Qin Weizhou couldn't help but walk over to Song Chinese New Year's Eve, her expression was shocked, but her eyes still betrayed her true mood, Pei Chong hadn't found it yet, just because he hadn't had time to pay attention to her eyes.

But she must not want to be seen by others.

So Qin Weizhou blocked her whole person, took her to face the picture scroll and the wall, pressed his hand on her shoulder, felt the light tremor of his palm, and turned to a slow pat.

At least Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that there was a huge reassurance, as if there was magic, and she instantly understood that Qin Weizhou was helping her cover up her gaffe.

The two of them had a meal at Professor Pei's house, and Qin Weizhou took someone away.

As soon as he went out, Song Chinese New Year's Eve began to think about how to explain to Qin Weizhou that he saw the painting just now, it was too abnormal, blind people could know, not to mention that the people around him were extremely smart.

The time of coming out was already half past nine, and it was past ten o'clock to send Song Chinese New Year's Eve back to school, Qin Weizhou did not plan to send people back, the sea breeze at night was cold, he took off his coat and put it on Song Chinese New Year's Eve, and the two drove home.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve bathed a little unrestrained, her hair was not dried, a towel hung on it, she sat on the bed, her pajamas were not properly dressed, revealing a collarbone, Qin Weizhou came up with hot milk, and saw such a scene.

Qin Weizhou bent down one leg, squatted down beside her, raised his hand to pinch his white little face, and stuffed milk into her hand.

"What, tired?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve is not an old man, and his energy is so bad, but he is too lazy to shake his head and not want to move, only grabbing the cup with a warm palm and not speaking.

Qin Weizhou wiped the towel on her head, sat behind her, plugged in the hair dryer and gently blew her hair, her slender fingers shuttled into the black hair, and slowly pressed her scalp.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve just thought that his energy was good, and after blowing a few blows, he was kneaded to yawn by his gentle movements, I don't know why he didn't ask himself, and I don't know why he suddenly felt a lot better.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve touched the phone with one hand, took a picture of the milk in his hand, and then went on Weibo.

Chinese New Year's Eve: A glass of milk can solve everything.

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