Xia Wei, "It is said that the other side of hate is love, and if you don't love it, what do you hate, it's just a stranger." ”

If it's a sunny day, "can't we have another chance?" ”

Xia Wei, "Boss, the questions you ask are quite strange?" ”

If it's a sunny day, "Isn't it strange, I just want to ask for a woman's forgiveness, but it seems a little impossible for me to hear you say that." ”

Xia Wei, "Boss, don't give up, there will be a day when you will be forgiven, caused by Jingcheng, Jingshi is open, right?" ”

If there is a sunny day, "then I will borrow your good words." ”

Xia Ruoxin closed the message box, leaned back on the sofa, put the half-easel on her lap, and began to paint, she likes to immerse herself in the world of painting like this, this is her other world, that beautiful, wonderful, and it doesn't hurt.

Xiaoyudian opened the door, held the doll in one hand, and ran over on her little fat legs, and then she opened her big eyes and climbed onto the sofa by herself, and her little head was squeezed into her mother's arms.

"Mom, is it okay to draw a little raindrop?"

Xiaoyu rubbed her mother's neck, then climbed off the sofa, hugged the doll and made a gesture, waiting to be a little model.

"Okay," Xia Ruoxin pinched her daughter's little face, then changed a piece of drawing paper, and began to draw

Xiaoyudian is a very conscientious little model, she can stand there motionless, and she doesn't need to be reminded by her mother, she automatically poses a little action that she thinks is very good-looking, waiting for her mother to draw a picture for her.

Although the other children have photos, she is the only one who drew the picture by her mother.

On the drawing paper, a small figure soon appeared, with a chubby little face, round eyes, and delicate eyebrows, although it was still small, but it already had some small aura.

It feels, sort of.

Xia Ruoxin's fingers paused slightly, she moved the easel away, and stood the drawing paper in front of her, indeed, Xiaoyudian's serious little face was more and more similar to the man.

looks like her, but her temperament really follows that man

Suddenly, she remembered what she said if there was a sunny day, if that person repented, would she forgive, forgive, she didn't think about it, however, there are some things that can be offset by a sentence that is not sorry, nor is it a sentence that doesn't matter, it can be passed.

She put down the album, hugged her daughter, and then compared her daughter's little face with her own hand, the little girl has grown up, and she has gained so much weight.

She took her daughter's little hand in one hand, went to the kitchen, and made her a pot of milk powder.

Xiaoyu held the bottle and flattened her little mouth, "Mom, is it okay not to drink?" ”

It's not good, Xia Ruoxin picked up her daughter and gently touched her little face with her forehead, the light rain is still small, drink more milk powder, it will grow whiter and whiter in the future, and the longer it will be, the more beautiful it will be.

"Really?" Xiaoyudian grabbed her short hair, "Will it really become beautiful, and the hair will grow back?" She still cares about her hair, for fear that others will know that she used to be a little bald.

"Yes," Xia Ruoxin comforted her daughter, "it will grow soon, it will be as long as before, and it will be able to tie very beautiful pigtails with a lot of small bows." ”

"That little rain drink," Xiao Yudian drank the bottle while holding it, her little mouth was bulging, she was drinking very hard and seriously, and her two little hands were holding the bottle tightly, I was afraid that whoever wanted to reach out to take it now, it was impossible to take it, it was all about the strength of the milk, she didn't understand before, but now she understands.

Xia Ruoxin stroked her daughter's fluffy little short hair, and the sourness in her heart that belonged to the past finally faded a little, their hardest days were over, and she would be able to make money in the future and give her daughter a better life.

Xiaoyudian obediently drinks milk, and her little head is also leaning on her mother's shoulder, in fact, she was originally a little milk baby, only three years old, and she is the youngest in the kindergarten, and it is only because she has been dependent on her mother since she was a child, so compared to the children who generally live in a honey pot, a few adults are around the petted children, more sensible.

After drinking a pot of milk, she is about to fall asleep, still holding her doll tightly in her arms, Xia Ruoxin now has the ability to buy another doll for her daughter, but Xiaoyu's favorite and favorite is still what she is holding in her arms now, she sees this doll as another self, no matter how many extra dolls, this doll can never be replaced in Xiaoyudian's heart.

She carefully put her daughter on the bed in the house, gently caressing her little face, compared to when she was sick, she really grew some meat, Gao Yi said, she recovered well, and she could live for a long, long time in the future.

God will not be too cruel to their mother and daughter, they have been hungry, slept on the street, and even penniless, and even separated from yin and yang, Gao Yi said that all the suffering is over, and their lives will get better and better in the future, right.

She walked into the living room, carefully put away the portrait of Xiaoyu, and then drew the illustrations on the website, she worked as an artist on two websites, and her paintings were not cared for at the beginning, but now, with her efforts, she finally has some small fame, and the people on the website said that they would give her more work, which can not help but be an opportunity to make money, and at the same time, it will also give her more time to consolidate her painting skills.

The message on the computer came over.

She opened the message, the familiar interface, and the familiar avatar.

If it's sunny, "haven't slept yet?" ”

Xia Wei, "Well, no, I'm working." ”

If there is a sunny day, "Go to bed early, where is the money earned?" ”

Then the avatar over there was dark, it should be offline, Xia Ruoxin closed the computer and continued to draw, wanting to draw more, she liked her work, and she didn't know that in fact, on the penguin, the avatar of Xia Ruo on a sunny day was always lit.

"Ritsu, aren't you sleeping yet?"

Li Manni was wearing pajamas, standing at the door with some anxiety, it was almost twelve o'clock, no matter how busy he was, he couldn't be busy like this, before, although he was busy, but when he should sleep, he would definitely put down the work in his hand, unless the company had something important, he had to work overtime.

"You go to sleep first, I'll wait a while," Chu Lu gently pinched his eyebrows, and he didn't know how much perfunctory existence there was in these words.

Li Manni bit her red lips, and finally turned around, at that moment, no one noticed that the expression on her face was already distorted.