After getting to know Gong Shaoming, it was Gong Shaoming who accidentally discovered that she liked painting and encouraged her to bravely choose the major she liked, so An Moran boldly chose the painting major.

An Moran chose to major in oil painting, in order not to let her worry about expensive paints, Gong Shaoming at that time did not know how many part-time jobs he had secretly worked part-time.

Always when she was not expecting, she added boxes of paint into her small studio, and bought her a lot of instruction books that she wanted but was reluctant to buy......

The first sketch she drew was his......

The first oil painting was of him......

The first winning work was his ......

……

There are too many memories, buried in her paintings.

After leaving Gong Shaoming for the first time three years ago, An Moran no longer had the courage to pick up a paintbrush, but found a public relations job in the Suye Group that had nothing to do with his major.

I don't know when she lost her heart for painting......

Suddenly hearing Mo Ran mention it, An Moran was a little dignified.

His eyes looked at him with some uncertainty, "Am I okay?" ”

After losing everything, start all over again?

Mo Ran heard her words without confidence, reached out and rubbed her hair, smiling warmly.

"As long as you like it, of course, I will ask the painter to guide you to re-learn painting skills, many cities in country M are fashion pioneers, you can have many opportunities to contact the latest trendy information, with your talent, you can definitely regain your sensitivity to painting in the shortest possible time, there are many precious paintings in the Mo family manor, as long as you like it, my brother will open a studio for you alone."

Mo Ran looked like he was spoiling his sister and spoiled lawlessly, and he didn't care at all that the Tibetan paintings he mentioned were the hearts and minds of those old guys in the Mo family.

Wearing a white shirt made him look warm and handsome, watching An Moran slowly spread his eyebrows, and the tenderness in his eyes finally came to fruition.

"But before I can do that, my brother must first make you understand one thing."

Mo Ran looked at An Moran's nervous expression all of a sudden, and the smile on his lips became more and more gentle.

"Don't worry too much, the Mo family will not resist your appearance, in fact, my father has been looking for you for twenty-three years, and he is looking forward to your appearance more than anyone else."

"Father?"

An Moran looked at Mo Ran with some hesitation, and asked faintly for a long time, "What kind of person is he?" ”

“……”

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, his eyes darkened a little, and he looked at An Moran with a light smile, "A man who loves his mother deep into his bone marrow." ”

Old Man Mo is not a good father, but for their mother, he gives everything he has.

Mo Ran was aiming at this, and he couldn't hold a grudge against him.

"What about Mother?"

An Moran asked this sentence, only to suddenly find that Mo Ran didn't seem to have taken the initiative to mention their mother from the time he appeared until now.

Now seeing his dark expression for a moment, I can't help but feel an indescribable sadness, "Shouldn't I ask?" Mother she ......"

"She's gone."

Mo Ran suddenly turned out to be in the words, "Soon after you were born, you were gone." ”

"It's because ......"

"I'll tell you about this slowly after you get acquainted with the Mo family in the future."

Mo Ran interrupted An Moran's investigation, reached out and took out a thin blanket from the dark compartment, and gently covered An Moran's body.

"Your name is Mo Xiaomi, your nickname is Millet Grain, your father and mother chose it for you, I heard that your current name was chosen for you by the director of the Shengde Orphanage, if you don't want to change it, I won't force you, but your surname must be changed."