"The teacher can't see it, is this a person?" Lian Xinying explained calmly.

"What kind of person is this! It's ugly. ”

"My uncle. In my mind, that's what he looks like. Lian Xinying said lightly, and took the drawing paper off the easel, "If you have a chance in the future, give it to him." ”

The corner of the art teacher's mouth twitched: "Why did your uncle send you to the Academy of Fine Arts?" ”

She didn't have any basic skills, and the art teacher was worried.

"Teacher, why don't you help me ask him? I really don't know. Lian Xinying's confusion was even greater.

The art teacher took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

This is the worst student she's ever had.

But Yan Ye gave a good pay, so he could only teach patiently.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, since you have chosen this path, you will ......"

"Teacher, I haven't decided to go to the Academy of Fine Arts yet," Lian Xinying said calmly, "as long as I earn enough for college, I can choose my own school." ”

"That ......"

"I want to go on a lunch break. I'll talk about it when I wake up. Lian Xinying lowered his eyes after speaking, and rubbed his temples with one hand.

I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm running around again this morning.

The physical and mental blows made her pale and haggard.

Lian Xinying returned to the room, and after lying down on the bed, he looked at the phone screen in a daze.

Who killed Daddy?

Why is there no sign at all?

Finger automatically unlocks the screen to open the call log.

After Dad left, there were a lot of calls coming in from her mobile phone, mostly classmates and teachers she knew, as well as playmates from her childhood...... Her fingers kept sliding through the call record, and there was a firm belief in her heart that before her father chose to commit suicide, he must have worries in his heart, right?

Finally, let her find it, and at about ten o'clock in the evening of June 7, there was a missed call.

It was her father calling, but she didn't get the call.

She knew that her father would not leave him without saying a word, but she didn't receive a phone call, and she still didn't know why her father chose to leave in this way.

Lying on the bed, his fists were clenched, and his heart was throbbing.

Her eyes were closed, but tears were falling from the corners of her eyes.

In a moment, the phone rings.

She shuddered for a moment, and quickly grabbed her phone to answer.

"Is it Lianxinying? There's a copy of your package, I'm at the east gate of the school right now......"

"Package? I didn't buy anything. Could you please help me see who the sender is. Lian Xinying stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and got out of bed without a gap in his words.

It's a bit far from the school.

"The sender is...... Lian Jie. After the courier finished speaking, on the other side of the phone, Lian Xinying's mobile phone fell to the ground.

She ran almost all the way downstairs, the tears on her face were like sparkling waves, she looked very sad, but the corners of her mouth seemed to be raised.

Lian Xinying asked the driver to take him to school.

After getting the courier to the school security room, Lianxinying returned home.

Along the way, she held the package, as if her soul was out of her body, and she didn't move.

The driver glanced sideways at her from time to time, and there was some sympathy in his heart.

At such a young age, he faced the destruction of his family.

Even if her father really had a problem and committed suicide in fear of sin, she was innocent.

Not long after Lian Xinying returned to his room, the phone rang again.

"Xinying, I'm your Uncle Zhao, I've been busy dealing with your father's affairs for the past two days, and I haven't had time to call you. You okay? ”