Xiao Jinxuan took her hand, gently rubbed her reddish palm for her distressedly, and reminded in his mouth: "Didn't I tell you that I would do the garbage disposal in the future, so as not to dirty your hands." Why is it disobedient? ”

"Got it."

"Will you come out on your own after that?"

"Nope."

"Good." Xiao Jinxuan touched Zhuang Yiman's head, revealing a teachable smile.

Zhuang Yiman was amused by her father's attitude towards educating his daughter, she withdrew her hand from his hand and teased: "In the future, I will let you come out, and if you get into trouble, you will be asked to clean up the mess, and if you do bad things, you will also throw the pot at you, is it okay?" ”

"Yes, yes."

"Huh." Zhuang Yiman chuckled lightly and continued to tease: "I'm really spoiled by you." ”

According to Xiao Jinxuan's attitude of favoring her, if Zhuang Yiman is more arrogant, he can really make trouble.

Xiao Jinxuan didn't mind at all: "It's okay, you were originally my bear child, and I should be responsible for the bad things you did." ”

His conniving attitude really made Zhuang Yiman laugh.

When the two returned home, Zhuang Yiman went back to the room, while Xiao Jinxuan went to the storage room.

The two set up a storage room on the first floor of their home to store things that they don't use often, and Aunt Zhao usually cleans up and takes care of the storage room.

Xiao Jinxuan rummaged in the storage room for a while before finding what he was looking for.

This is a picture book that contains the paintings he drew in his spare time during his college years.

He left the storage room with the notebook and returned to the room, where Zhuang Yiman was sitting on the sofa flipping through a fashion magazine.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she raised her eyelids and looked at Xiao Jinxuan who was walking towards her.

Curious, she asked, "What are you holding in your hands?" ”

"Yesterday I didn't promise you to show you my work in college."

He sat down beside Zhuang Yiman and opened the album.

Zhuang Yiman's attention was attracted by the album in his hand, and she stared at the works in the album, all of which were sketches drawn by him, and some people had scenes.

Xiao Jinxuan's page-turning action stopped at the page of her portrait.

He wrote that she seemed to be still sixteen years old, with a smile in the girl's apricot blossom eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, very sunny and lively.

Zhuang Yiman looked at her portrait with some distraction, sixteen years old, that seemed to be a very distant time for her.

There were so many things she had experienced that year, so many that she didn't even want to remember them.

There was a moving smile in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose to outline a shallow arc.

She raised her eyelids to look at Xiao Jinxuan and praised: "Ah Jin's work is really great. ”

"Thank you, I actually painted an oil painting, but I always felt that something was missing, and then I lost it."

After waking up from the dream, the memory is always a little blurry, and when painting oil paintings, he always feels that something is missing, and he can't tell what is missing, in short, it looks wrong, and then he loses it.

"Then I'll draw another one when I have the chance."

Her proposal made Xiao Jinxuan interested, and he smiled: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, or I'll help you paint one now." ”

Zhuang Yiman nodded and agreed: "Well, good." ”

Xiao Jinxuan used to like to draw sketches or oil paintings in his spare time, but later because of his busy work, he rarely painted anymore.

There was no studio in the house, but all the former painting tools were stored in the storage room.

At this time, I suddenly became interested in painting, so I went to the storage room to turn out the tools, set up an easel in the room, and began to paint.