Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

He is a born criminal, a pervert, a sick person, and will definitely become a murderer in the future and go to jail.

As such, from the first time he picked up a paintbrush, he was cursed over and over again by the person who was his biological mother.

Ruan Xingchen didn't answer. He spread out his white palm and said softly, "Give me the brush."

Huo Chenglin still had that strange expression on his face, which seemed to be a mixture of many emotions. He obediently picked up his usual paintbrush and handed it to her.

After placing the painting on the easel, Ruan Xingchen casually asked, "Do you mind if I add a few strokes to it?"

"I don't mind, please go ahead, sister-in-law." Huo Chenglin responded, his eyes falling on the painting.

After carefully examining the painting, Ruan Xingchen didn't hesitate. He simply picked up the brush, dipped it in paint, and with just a few strokes, he sketched out a lifelike little wild flower.

The little wild flower bloomed beside the boy who was sitting with his knees hugged, and depended on the boy for survival in the cage.

The blended pigments paint the painting with even more brilliance, while golden threads sprinkled across the boy and the wildflowers add a touch of warmth. On the black soil nourished by blood, small wild grasses quietly sprout green shoots.

With just a few strokes, the dead and hopeless picture seems to be filled with more vitality and hope.

The eerie atmosphere was broken, and warm flowers bloomed among the thorns of suffering, and warmth and hope were born in the mud.

As the original author of the painting, Huo Chenglin's lips trembled slightly, and the strange and complex emotions seemed to surge in his chest again, making his eyes slightly red.

"It looks so beautiful, Sister Han Xing. You are so amazing!" Shen Nai couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes full of admiration.

Is there anything in this world that Sister Han Xing can't do?

"Sister-in-law is the best!" Huo Xiaoning agreed deeply and nodded vigorously, with pride in her eyes.

"Cheng Lin's painting is good. I just added a few strokes on it." Ruan Xingchen did not take credit for it. He smiled and touched the two girls' heads.

Turning to Huo Chenglin, he casually said, "You're so young, don't be so bitter and resentful. If the sky falls, there are still adults to hold it up!"

She was only twenty years old, a child in the eyes of many. But when she said this, she didn't sound ridiculous, but gentle and reliable, as if she was truly strong enough to hold up a world for them.

"When you go to Master Yu Wan's house next time, show this painting to everyone."

Huo Chenglin slightly tightened his hands on the drawing board, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes fell on the painting, never moving away.

After a long while, he nodded gently: "Okay, I'll listen to my sister-in-law."

Many, many years later, the young painter, having washed away all his gloom, stood on the grand podium, holding a golden trophy, and delivered his acceptance speech.

Many people asked him to appreciate his paintings, and many people also analyzed his paintings.

But no one knew that his favorite painting was neither a famous painting that was once a unique piece nor one of the works that won him various awards.

What he loved most, what he carefully collected at the top of his heart, and repeatedly looked at and wiped was just this painting that he had created when he was young, with immature brushstrokes and dark ideas, but which was casually altered by others with just a few strokes.

"Sister Han Xing, I didn't know you were so good at painting." Shen Nai has always been the best at playing nice, with a flattering smile on his face: "Can you give me a painting? Okay?"

"I want everything." Ruan Xingchen said helplessly, with a hint of doting: "Go back to school and study hard. If I am satisfied with your test results, I will draw it for you."

"It's a deal!" Shen Nai was not intimidated at all and raised his pinky finger: "Sister Han Xing, let's make a pinky promise! Liars are dogs!"

Huo Xiaoning secretly raised her eyes to see the two people's interlocked little fingers, her eyes full of envy.

She also wanted a painting drawn by her sister-in-law herself, especially... one drawn specifically for her.

But... she tried to open her mouth several times, but she still couldn't muster up the courage to speak.

In the end, he could only lower his head with a sad face, his nose felt sore, and his eyes were filled with mist.

It's useless. Why is she crying again? She is so crybaby and timid that even she herself feels disgusted.

She had faced bullying and ridicule from others, was locked in a pigsty and beaten and forced to work every day, and was not well fed or clothed. She always tried hard to control her tears and hid in a place where no one was around to cry.

Now that she has a sister-in-law who cares about her, her eye sockets have become even shallower.

"Xiao Ning, do you want it?"

At this moment, a familiar hand with a pleasant light fragrance fell on the top of her hair.

The sister-in-law she always longed for and relied on smiled at her, but was slightly stunned when she saw her tears. Then she said with a smile: "Why are you crying again? Do you want a painting too? Then sister-in-law will draw one for you too."

How can there be such a good person?

At some point, the setting sun completely sank into the horizon, the sky darkened, and the entire studio fell into darkness.

But Ruan Xingchen just stood there, and the whole room seemed to be illuminated. The boundless darkness that once frightened her turned into ordinary changes in light, and could no longer make her scream and lose her composure.

"Sister-in-law."

As soon as Huo Xiaoning opened her mouth, sobs began to overflow, and the tears that she had held back with great difficulty fell down in strings, sliding down one after another in large drops.

But she ignored her tears. Her heart was surging with a strong emotion that was about to burst out. She couldn't help but take a step forward and said anxiously, "But, sister-in-law... I, what can I do for you? What can I give to you?"

How should she repay this ray of light in her life, how should she repay the sun that illuminates her entire world.

The little girl had thin cheeks and looked very quiet when she cried, which made her look particularly adorable.

Not only her, but everyone else also pricked up their ears quietly and looked intently at the young girl surrounded in the middle.

Ruan Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "If you really want to do something for me..."

"Don't cry anymore." Her tone was gentle, as if she was talking about the most ordinary little thing. "Girls' tears are very precious. Don't cry anymore. Live your life well."

Huo Xiaoning was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and suddenly burst into tears.

She had never cried so loudly, so heartbreakingly, and so thoroughly.

He didn't care about his image, wasn't afraid of affecting other people, wasn't afraid of being embarrassed, wasn't afraid of being blamed and laughed at. It was as if all the grievances and hardships he had suffered in his life were turned into tears, and he cried them all out loudly.

She cried to her heart's content.

Ruan Xingchen still had a smile on his face, but his heart was about to break.

No, I told her not to cry, so why did she cry even louder?

The deafening crying attracted other people from the Huo family. Even Xiao Bai and Yu Feng, who came to visit, did not bother to be polite and went upstairs, for fear of any conflict.