"Why does that painting look so familiar......" Doudou muttered quietly, but Yan Mosheng suddenly reacted, and quickly covered Doudou's eyes: "No, no, you must be dazzled!" Come on, Doudou, how about we go downstairs for afternoon tea? ”

Doudou didn't take it seriously, but when he saw Yan Mosheng's reaction, he became curious.

She said yes, but the moment Yan Mosheng put her hand down, she flexibly rushed to the side of the wall.

Yan Mosheng wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Hahaha! Who drew this? Emma is going to cry ugly about me, and you still frame all these paintings? Doudou looked at those works with poor painting skills, and laughed so much that tears came out.

Yan Mosheng opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Doudou smiled even more happily.

Just smiling and laughing, she felt more and more that something was wrong.

It doesn't matter if a painting looks familiar, how does she think that the paintings on the whole wall are so familiar!

A thought passed through her heart, Doudou chuckled in her heart, stepped forward, pulled open the lower right corner of a painting, and the whole person stood stupidly in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

It had the date, the title of the work, and the name on it......

On July 5th, the plaster figure was copied, Huang Doudou......

She actually painted this painting?

Doudou only felt that the whole person was not good, and scanned the entire wall with his little face, and the remaining memories in his mind surfaced little by little.

This was her practice homework in the studio that year, and later she thought it was troublesome to take it home, so she prevaricated to Yan Mosheng to deal with it.

After so many years, she thought that Yan Mosheng would have taken it to the trash can a long time ago.

He never thought that he framed all her paintings and hung them in his room, sharing the works of other world-famous artists, without disgust.

Doudou inexplicably felt that his eyes were a little pantothenic, Yan Mosheng touched his head, and said duplicitously: "Oh...... Looking at your paintings every day has the effect of enhancing aesthetics......"

Tricksters...... Her paintings are not as good as his usual scrap drafts, right...... Doudou's eyes were misty, biting his lip, and looking directly at Yan Mosheng.

Yan Mosheng was so bad that she lied again, so she had to sigh: "Didn't you say that your work will become famous in a hundred years?" So I'll help you collect it and keep it as a family heirloom, hey...... Don't cry, Doudou. ”

He stepped forward helplessly to wipe Doudou's tears, Doudou slapped his hand away, and tears flowed out uncontrollably: "Who let you do this, the painting is so ugly, it's a shame to die...... Also, I ruined all your dreams without me...... You must have followed your parents' instructions to continue learning to paint, and you might have become a painter sooner...... What's so good about being with me, maybe you regret it when you're old! ”

Yan Mosheng smiled, lining his whole face handsome and charming, he rubbed Doudou's hair, and his voice was very low, like a promise and like a self-mutter: "No regrets, from the moment I fell in love with you, I didn't know how to write the word regret." ”

He had a little regret that he didn't become a painter, but then he had long been annihilated in time and became a past that he didn't care about.

At the age of 8, his dream is to become a pilot and conquer the stars and the sea.

At the age of 17, his dream was to fulfill his parents' dream of becoming a painter.

At the age of 18, he secretly said in his heart to the busy figure in Doudou's studio: From now on, my dream is only you.

(End of chapter)