After all, it is the son of God, and it has an innate sensitivity to divine power, so after it stays by Shen Jiuli's side, it recovers faster and faster, and becomes more and more lively.

Now, the child is saved, but the child's mother can no longer be found......

Shen Jiuli sat alone for a long time in the quiet of the night, and then got out of bed.

Pick up a pen and paper and draw there.

The person in her memory is very clear, and he can picture her with her eyes closed.

With a fine stroke, a woman gradually appeared on his painting......

The smart eyebrows and eyes, and the slightly hooked red lips are all the looks in memory......

He stood at the table and drew one after another, each of which featured a different form of her.

Smiling, angry, shy, proud......

Each one is her, each one is vivid, and it seems that the person in each painting is looking at him......

The heart seems to be getting more and more painful.

And he liked the pain, only when it hurt so much, he could feel that he was still alive, as if he was punishing himself......

A piece of sadness can't be painted.

No matter how much he paints, no matter how expressive he paints, after all, it is just a painting. He couldn't touch her, he couldn't hear her, he couldn't feel her......

The window paper is gradually turning blue, the sky is getting brighter, and another day is passing, and it is another morning.

Another day of hope, and finally despair—

He was nearing the end of another painting, and there was a sudden movement behind him.

"Smack!" The little stone jumped on the table, it probably just woke up, and it was still a little confused, and it was not very accurate in judging the direction, and it was jumping on the edge of the table, shaking for a while, and almost falling down.

Shen Jiuli grabbed it and put it on the table: "Be careful! ”

The little stone shook again, and the little guy inside looked at the painting: "Is this Mommy?" It's beautiful! ”

"Your mommy is the prettiest." Shen Jiuli replied to it, in this world, in his eyes, there is no woman more beautiful than her......

The little one was visibly overjoyed, and jumped up and down on the painting: "It's the first time I've seen Mommy." ”

It stretches out its small hand and sticks it to the stone wall, as if to touch the hand of the person in the painting.

This hand has touched it gently through the belly countless times, making it feel the warmth of being cared for. In the past, every time he touched his belly with his little hands, he could get a response from his mother. It even heard the mother humming a strange song, what a big-headed son and a small-headed father, big hands holding small hands to walk the end of the world......

She had touched her little hand through her belly more than once, and had made a promise: "Baby, you will grow up soon, you will be born soon, and Mommy will be able to hold your hand and walk then." I can take you to a lot of things by then......"

So at that time, Nian Mo had an obsession to hold Mommy's hand and walk in the future, that feeling must be great!

Now it finally sees Mommy, and Mommy is as beautiful as it imagined. But she wouldn't raise her hand to make a pair of fingers with it......

Nian Mo was a little aggrieved, and tentatively kicked with his little feet, arched his little buttocks, painting is painting, and he won't give it half a response.

In the end, it simply jumped to the hand part of the drawing: "Mommy, hug." ”

Shen Jiuli's heart hurt like suffocation, and some of the little guy's unconscious movements often made people have the urge to burst into tears.

He put down the paintbrush, held the small stone in the palm of his hand, and touched it across the stone wall with his fingers: "Father accompanies you, and in the future, father will hold your hand and walk......"

I can't go on with that.

……

There is also ha in the evening.