Before I could continue my hesitation, I saw a plainly dressed woman running towards me in a hurry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Little dream?" The woman asked when she was still five or six meters away.

"Hmm." The little one in his arms replied in a very nasal voice, and fell into a deep sleep.

Watching the woman take away the girl's figure, she felt a little melancholy and reluctance for no reason, and shook the rose in her hand hard, but the pain was so unreal, and the people on the street had already dispersed.

When I got home, I found a random water bottle to hold it, put it in the roses, and placed it on the bedside table on the left.

But the girl's face flashed in front of her, is it too hasty, will it be better to find a glass bottle, or change to a glass style vase, then put an aspirin in it, will this flower be preserved for a longer time...

I was once again caught up in meaningless self-questioning, this time because of a dream.

The next day, when it was just getting dark, I walked out of the house, taking the painting tools that I had already packed, looking forward to meeting again.

"You're here." Xiaomeng used affirmative sentences, and her voice carried the sweetness and softness of a little girl.

"Hmm." I replied briefly, reaching out and pulling a red rose from the other's bouquet, carefully pinning it to her ear.

"Is it beautiful?" Xiaomeng's eyes were shining, and I wanted to dodge, but I couldn't bear to break her innocence.

"Hmm." I picked up my pen and began to paint, from Chinese ink to sketch to oil paint, I got carried away and depicted everything in front of me.

"But I can only give you one." Xiaomeng said timidly, and her little hands didn't dare to grasp the paintings hard. "Can I learn to draw with you?"

"Okay." I touched her head and smiled faintly.

The little one learns things very quickly, and is as aura as he looks, and as time passes, the flowers in my vase are finally full.

"Do you like roses very much?" Xiaomeng asked, looking at my vase.

"I like red." I don't know how to say it suddenly.

"Is it like painting that sister's dress?" Xiaomeng pointed to the painting on the wall.

It's still the same there as before.

Memories came flooding back, diluting all my recent joys. My gaze wandered between the paintings and the flowers, and finally at the little dream that was waiting for my answer.

"Is that sister pretty?"

"Hmmm! I'm going to be so beautiful in the future. ”

"Haha, hopefully." I reached out and touched the little one's head, enjoying the way she pouted. "Do you like that sister?"

"I like it, it's just that there are too many paintings on the wall, and I was a little scared when I first came, but the more I looked, I found that I liked the sister in the painting more and more."

"You'll be so beautiful in the future." I smiled and reassured, wanting to end the topic as soon as possible.

"Can I wear a red dress too?" Xiaomeng asked, staring at me.

"Of course!" I handed her the framed drawing, "Happy birthday!" ”

"Thank you, Dad." Xiaomeng smiled sweetly and jumped out of my house.

I stood by the window and watched her leave with the painting in her hand, shaking her head with some amusement. Being young is good, and everything can be a cause for happiness.

Chirping......

I was stunned for a moment when I was stunned by the sound of a screeching brake, and then ran down the stairs, only to bump into a red-clad dream. She clung to the painting and looked up at me aggrievedly.

"It hurts, Dad, it hurts."

And remorse is not enough to express how I felt at the time.