in the name of painting

Too direct, but that's what she really thinks.

The atmosphere in the living room is getting colder and colder.

The thing that Lu Yi was most unwilling to face had happened. Her parents were both people with traditional and old-fashioned ideas. They had a deep generation gap with her. It was absolutely impossible for her to accept that she liked girls.

Father Lu came out of the study with a pot of tea in his hand, with a stern look on his face, "Xiao Yi, sit down first."

Lu Yi and his parents sat silently on both sides of the sofa.

The screen of the mobile phone on the coffee table was still on. To one side, the photo was a frozen frame of deep affection, but to the other side, it was an abnormality that undermined good morals and public order.

Father Lu glanced at the photo, then quickly looked away, "Xiao Yi, are you and the girl in the photo dating?"

coming.

Parents finally asked the question.

Lu Yi had imagined many answers that were positive and negative, but at this moment, she didn't want to deny it.She and Li Xi didn't do anything wrong, so why should they be criticized.

Lu Yi raised her head and looked directly into her parents' eyes, "That's right, we are in a relationship."

Father Deer held down Mother Deer with an excited expression on his face, and said earnestly, "Little Deer, I know that you guys are artists and sometimes like to play around, but Dad advises you to be more rational emotionally. This photo of yours will be used by your future husband in the future." After reading it, it will not affect you well."

The fire in Lu Yi's heart was heated up again. It is true that the worldview is different, and they will definitely not be able to talk together, "I am very rational, and my other half will be her in the future."

Mother Lu couldn't bear it any longer, and scolded: "Lu Yi, why did I raise you as a white-eyed wolf? Your father and I never treated you badly since we were young, right? Why are you so ignorant!"

Lu Yi: "You have never understood me, why should you expect me to be sensible!"

Mother Deer: "Why don't I understand you?"

Lu Yi roared: "You understand me? When you were young, you took me to art class, and the teacher said my colors were dirty, so you felt ashamed by other parents, and kept pinching me hard under the table, telling me to paint well, I still remember how painful it was at that time, and I discovered that I am achromatopsia by myself, do you think you understand me?!"

Mother Lu didn't blush, "It's been so long, do you still remember it?"

Lu Yi took a breath, "Okay, let's talk about the near future. I have been preparing for the U.S. University exam for three years in Beijing. It's fine if you don't encourage me, and you send me messages every now and then to pour cold water on me, urging me to give up as soon as possible. Do you understand me?"

Mother Lu argued confidently, and the more she said, the more she went too far, "I didn't do it for your own good. With your eyes, learning to paint is not asking for trouble, and what's the future of learning to paint. In the future, I will make a living by acting for others. Shame on you..."

"Okay." Father Lu interrupted Mother Lu's chatter, turned to Lu Yi and said, "Xiao Yi, Dad knows it's not easy for you. We are all proud of you for being admitted to Meida University."

"You don't need to be proud!" Lu Yi trembled angrily, looked at Li Xi in the phone photo again, and finally calmed down, "It's enough for me to be proud of her."

"Bang!"

Father Lu dropped the teapot in his hand and it exploded at Lu Yi's feet.

The hot tea splashed, wetted a large area of ​​Lu Yi's trousers, and seeped in along the thin soft fabric, the temperature was scorching and piercing.

Lu Yi sat upright without blinking his eyes.

Father Lu has a stable personality and rarely gets angry. The more he is like this, the more he can frighten people when he gets angry.

The living room was silent for a moment.

After a long while, Father Lu looked at his daughter sullenly and said, "You're really angry with me, aren't you?"

Lu Yi stopped talking.

It's not that he has nothing to say, but that he is tired.

She knew that no matter how much she said, it would be impossible for her parents to change their views.

This is absolutely impossible, and it is the truth of getting along with her parents that she has come to understand after many times of fruitless communication and compromise and forbearance with her parents during her long years of growing up.

People in the two worlds, no matter how much one side roars, the other side can only hear the echo.

Father Lu's eyes were filled with resentment, and he sighed heavily, "Here it goes again, do you think this time if you don't speak, the matter can just go away like this? I already asked someone to ask for the contact information of the girl's parents." If you don't tell me, I'll tell her parents."

Lu Yi's eyes widened, "What are you doing?"

Father Lu: "What are you doing? I want to see what kind of family can raise such a disorderly child."

In Lu's father's opinion, Lu Yi just sticks to his own point of view in learning painting, and listens to them in other decisions.

What happened this time, was most likely caused by another child who pulled Lu Yi into this fork. He felt that it was necessary for him to come forward and have a good chat with the child's parents, so as to make things right as soon as possible.

"dad!"

Lu Yi's body trembled again, and for the first time in her life, she felt that her flesh and blood was given by the person in front of her, which made her feel ashamed.

Lu Yi took a deep breath and was extremely serious, biting every word that followed with force and precision, "Dad, if you disturb her parents... then this will be the last time in my life that I will call you Dad." !"

"Snapped"

Father Lu slapped him loudly.

Lu Yi instantly lost hearing in his left ear, and there was only a continuous "buzz" all over the world. The sound seemed to be ringing in the eardrum, and it seemed to be the echo of despair coming from the depths of the soul.

The room was quieter.

Lu Yi suddenly felt that he was so useless.

In the eyes of her parents, she is just a poor painter who does not know the current affairs and makes a living as a performer. She has no capital to compete with her family, and she can't protect or protect anything.

Yeah, she's always been like this, so useless.

But she really wanted to protect Li Xi.

How, how can these worldly indifference, prejudice and misunderstanding, not hurt her?

Is it enough to protect her with my humble life?

···

Lu Yi left home in a daze, and bought the nearest flight back to Beijing. She wanted to see Li Xi more strongly than now, wanted to hold her in her arms, and wouldn't let go.

Back in Beijing, the night was already very deep.

Lu Yi took a taxi and went straight to Li Xi's residence, and opened the door with the spare key that Li Xi gave her. The room was filled with the smell that made Lu Yi feel at ease.

Lu Yi put down his bag, walked softly to the bedroom, and squatted down beside the bed.

The bedside lamp was on, casting a layer of soft light on the sleeping face she had read all the way.

Li Xi breathes lightly and sleeps peacefully.

Lu Yi watched quietly, tears gradually wet his eyes.

Li Xi's face, with hazy and profound vision, is still the only brilliance in Lu Yi's black and white world.

Xu Shi felt something, and Li Xi slowly opened her eyes.

Before Li Xixin's lover suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, Li Xi saw Lu Yi's red and swollen eyes from crying, and the bright red slap marks on her cheeks.

"Little Lu!" Li Xi sat up, carefully held Lu Yi's face in her palm, and looked around, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Yi shook his head, sat up, didn't say anything, just took Li Xi into his arms, and responded with a tight and long hug.

Tight, tight, don't let go.

Li Xi rested her head on Lu Yi's shoulder, and whispered softly in her ear over and over again, "I'm here, I'm here."

***

Wu she hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

The people outside the door are like an exclusive memory of the past, with unpleasant bitterness, if she can, Wu really doesn't want to touch it.

Seeing her who opened the door, Si Wangqiu was also slightly startled, and a look of obvious unnaturalness quickly appeared on his cheeks. His daughter hadn't told him that she was here too.

Wu she remained polite, "What's the matter?"

Si Wangqiu coughed a few times, "Is Si Huanian there?"

Wu looked at the time, "I should be back soon", and said, she bowed to the room, "Why don't you come in and wait."

Si Wangqiu stayed at the door for a few seconds, then walked into the living room stiffly.

She Wu poured a cup of tea for Si Wangqiu, and the two sat quietly like this, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Jin..." Si Wangqiu said something, and hurriedly changed his words, "Is Lingtang okay now?"

She paused for a moment, and replied: "My mother is recovering very well, I'm sorry for you."

"Don't get me wrong," Si Wangqiu felt that she still needed to explain some things clearly to her, "I'm just greeting Lingtang as a friend. I've completely stopped those unrealistic delusions in the past."

Wu looked at Si Wangqiu seriously, "Uncle Si, I don't intend to talk about the emotional entanglements of your previous generation, but I just hope that no matter what you choose in the future, you won't hurt Niannian."

Si Wangqiu was taken aback for a moment, feeling secretly in his heart that his daughter really did not love the wrong person.

The two chatted about some art topics, and within 10 minutes, there was a sound at the door, "Honey, I'm back."

Si Huanian's smile suddenly stopped on her face the moment she saw Si Wangqiu, she was a little flustered, looked at her worriedly, then turned to Si Wangqiu and said, "Dad, why are you here?" gone?"

Si Huanian and Si Wangqiu rarely met, most of them were at the company, and it was even rarer to come directly to the house like this.

Wu stood up with a smile, and patted Si Huanian reassuringly, "I had a good chat with Uncle Si. He seems to have something to ask you for. I'll go to the studio first. Call me when you finish talking."

Before leaving, she leaned into Si Huanian's ear and whispered mysteriously: "I made you braised prawns for dinner, and I didn't leave your father's share...you understand..."

Seeing her normal expression, Si Huanian was finally relieved, she winked at her to show that she understood.

Si Huanian sat down opposite Si Wangqiu, with a somewhat accusatory tone, "Father, is there anything we can't talk about in the company?"

Si Wangqiu felt a little resentful, "It's about your mother, I think it's better to tell you in private."

Si Huanian quickly glanced at the closed studio door, "You didn't mention my mother in front of her, did you?"

"No, you don't need to be like this..." Si Wangqiu was hesitant to speak, and finally turned to the main topic, "Next week is your mother's birthday, I thought, let's go and see her together."

Si Huanian: "I've been there several times before, but she didn't want to see me."

Si Wangqiu: "Not now, she wants to start a lot of things, and her condition is much better."

Hearing this, Si Huanian had mixed feelings, "She is still the same, and everything should be centered on her likes and dislikes. If we want to see her, we will surround him, and if we don't want to see her, we will all go away."

Si Wangqiu frowned, "Don't say that about your mother, it's my idea to celebrate her birthday."

Si Huanian: "Oh? Don't tell me that you have neglected her for so many years, and now you suddenly find her okay?"

Si Wangqiu was a little embarrassed, he couldn't tell whether his feelings for Ling Luo were more guilt or more love.

"Si Huanian, Dad knows that he is not qualified to teach you anything, but your mother has already been punished, and we all have to learn to let go of the past, so that we can live a better life, right?"

"What qualifications do you have to talk about letting go?" Si Huanian's voice was a little cold, "Has the victim forgiven you? Do you think the punishment is enough, so you can let go?"

This is also the question Si Huanian asked himself in countless nights.

Are they entitled to be forgiven?

The author has something to say: These mental journeys every year are logical, right?It's not that easy to untie the knot, is it?

☆, solution

Si Wangqiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Didn't he never think about going to apologize to Xia Jinnian, but would Xia Jinnian really want to see himself?If he went so rashly, wouldn't he disturb her and cause her a second injury?

Si Huanian also thought in the same way, and he thought of his emotions as a knot of contradictions.

A week later.

Si Huanian and Si Wangqiu went to meet Ling Luo together.

It was the first time Si Huanian saw Ling Luo like this.Peaceful, serene, non-aggressive, restraining all the domineering light that used to be.

Through the glass, Ling Luo smiled serenely at Si Huanian, making Si Huanian inexplicably think of a lion in its twilight years, lying softly on the grass, looking at his cub gently, no wildness and passion can be seen on his body anymore. desire.

Si Wangqiu chatted with Ling Luo first, then handed the microphone to Si Huanian.

The mother and daughter looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Looking at her daughter who has grown up so much in the past two years, Ling Luo has mixed feelings in her heart. Many words come to her lips, but only one simple sentence remains: "Is work and life going well?"

Si Huanian nodded, directly avoiding the part of life, and subconsciously told Ling Luo a lot about the company, just like his subordinates report work, so as not to chill the atmosphere.

Si Huanian: "The company has gone through the turbulent period now, and all departments are running very well. I am considering hiring a professional manager to help manage Ling's affairs."

Running the company was not in Si Huanian's plan. After Ling Luo's accident, she was ordered to help Ling's through the crisis. She felt that she had completed what Ling Luo asked her to do.

Ling Luo listened quietly. Unexpectedly, she didn't care about Si Huanian's hiring someone to manage the company. Instead, she affirmed: "Niannian, you have worked hard these past few years, and you have done a good job in the company's affairs. Great, I will do as you say in the future."

Ling Luo's words made Si Huanian slightly stunned. Is this still the mother who is arbitrary and likes to impose her own ideas on others?

Ling Luo slowly approached the glass, getting closer to her daughter, and there was a kindness in her eyes that Si Huanian hadn't seen for a long time, "Niannian, you have grown up, mom wants you to remember, from now on, no matter at work, Or emotionally, no matter what decision you make, your mother will stand by your side."

Si Huanian burst into tears instantly.

Ling Luo's words of support came after a long period of time, after several irreversible twists and turns, but Si Huanian finally got it.

If only this had happened before all the suffering started.

Is it too late now?

···

When Si Huanian arrived home, she was still busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around and said with a smile, "Honey, let's cook hot pot tonight. I bought your favorite chrysanthemum chrysanthemum..."

Si Huanian's eyes were hot and humid, and he didn't put down his bag. He ran to the kitchen in a few steps and threw himself into Wu's arms.

She used her arms to form a firm ring around Wu's neck, clinging to Wu's body tightly, as if only in this way could she truly feel that Wu had returned to her side again and again.

She put down the spoon in her hand, and responded to the hug with her heart.No matter how much peace of mind Si Huanian needs, he is willing to give it to her.

Si Huanian wanted to tell Wu her that her mother had no objection to their affairs, but she was afraid that mentioning Ling Luo would touch Wu's sore spots, so she held back her heart.

Wu's voice whispered softly in her ears, "My dear, what's the matter?"

With a weeping sound, Si Huanian also had an indescribable joy, "It's okay, I'm just very happy, it's good to have you here."

She rubbed Si Huanian's head, "Little idiot, if you're happy, do you want to eat more hot pot tonight?"

With tears in his eyes, Si Huanian smiled sweetly, "Okay, the Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum is mine, don't grab it from me~"

***

After Lu Yi left home, she turned off her phone, blocked WeChat, and never sent any news to her parents.

The child refused to communicate, Father Lu and Mother Lu were annoyed for a few days, but in the end they still didn't take Lu Yi's threat seriously, Father Lu stepped forward and dialed the phone number of Li Xi's father whom he asked someone to find.

During the short call of less than 20 minutes, Father Lu was choked several times by the other party and could not speak. Why is the professor like this!"

The mother deer watched anxiously, "How is it? What did the child's father say?"

Father Lu: "I told him about the two children, but his first reaction was to criticize me first, saying that I was old-fashioned and didn't know how to respect children. Let me reflect on myself..."

The deer mother opened her eyes wide, "What?! He actually thinks the child is fine like this?!"

Father Lu's chest heaved, "Well, he said that as long as the children like it, he doesn't mind. He's crazy. It's these crazy people who are teachers that educate so many children who go astray."

Mother Lu worried together, "Why don't we go to his workplace to make a fuss, and let people around him see how such a person can be a university teacher!"

Father Lu glared at her, "You don't want face, I want it too, you want everyone in the world to know that our daughter deserves to die..."

Father Lu gritted his teeth, but still didn't say the title that he felt disgusted to the bone.

Mother Deer: "Then what should I do? Just let my daughter go on messing around like this?"

Father Deer's face was gloomy, "What else can I do, I can only wait for that bastard to find his way back, anyway, there will be no results for the two girls together, just wait, I guess she will be new for a while, and she will be alone soon. It's broken."

Mother Deer sighed, "I hope so."

···

After Li's father hung up the phone, he quickly shared the news with Li's mother.

They didn't care about the Lu family's anger at all, but focused on the bet they had made earlier.

Father Li: "Give me money, I'll tell you that our daughter will be kidnapped by a girl in the future, hahaha."

Mother Li readily sent him a red envelope, "By the way, how did you find out that our daughter is crooked?"

Father Li clicked open the red envelope happily, and replied: "You still have little knowledge, as long as our daughter's looks and temperament are very popular among Ji circles."

Mother Li nodded and said yes, "That's right, haha, but Xiao Li has nothing to hide, no, I have to send her a message and ask her for a photo of the deer, let me see what our future son-in-law looks like?"

Father Li also became interested, "Quickly ask, I want to see it too, but how do you know it's the son-in-law? What if it's the daughter-in-law?"

Mother Li laughed even more gossip, "Do you want to make another bet?"

···

Seeing a row of messages popping up on WeChat one after another, Li Xi was a little helpless, but still smiled and sent a photo of herself and Lu Yi.

Lu Yi asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Li Xi: "My parents asked me for your photo."

Lu Yi: "!!!"

Li Xi stretched out her hand to stroke Lu Yi's hair, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, my parents are very open-minded, and they don't object to us being together, they are going to gossip over there now..."

Lu Yi: "!!!"

At the end, Li Xi added a little apologetically: "That...it seems that your father called my father and was taught by my father. I'm really sorry. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Lu Yi: "!!!"

What kind of fairy father-in-law is this.

***

Sucheng, Wu's Yanfang.

"Aunt Jinnian, I have a letter from you." Xiaoju only saw the recipient, and ran to Xia Jinnian with the envelope, "It's really strange that people still communicate in such a primitive way."

"Thank you," Xia Jinnian accepted with a smile.

The recipient's address was handwritten, but the sender's address was stamped in a fixed format: Beijing No. [-] Women's Prison.

Complicated flashed across Xia Jinnian's expression, he paused for a few seconds, then pulled out the letter and slowly unfolded it.

The letter paper is light yellow, with ancient blue pen ink marks on it, and the rather bony fonts are neatly all over the page, revealing a memory mixed with cold wind and rain.

"

Year of Xia Jin:

Hello, I'm Si Huanian's mother, Ling Luo.

We don't know each other, but you should have heard about me more or less from others.

Maybe you hate me so much now, maybe you want me to die immediately to avenge your dead husband, maybe you don't bother to listen to even a word from me.

But please read this letter.

First of all, I want to sincerely apologize to you.

I'm sorry, for the irrational hatred I once had towards you, for the crazy and despicable words and deeds I have done in the past, I sincerely apologize to you.

This year is my third year in prison, and there are still seventeen years to come. Every day, every moment, every moment, I will deeply repent for the harm I have caused to you and your family.

···

···

···

You can understand this letter as a letter of confession, but it is also a letter of prayer from a mother.

You should also know about Niannian and Wu.

My daughter is different from me, she is a good child with a sincere and kind heart.

She doesn't know what I do, and I beg you here, don't blame her for my mistakes.

I have brought too much pain to my daughter. If Wu and Niannian will go on forever in the future, please promise me that this pain will not continue. All the mistakes and all the crimes are all on me. my child is innocent.

I have deeply realized that I am not qualified mother, and I will spend the rest of my life to atone for the mistakes I made.

I don't expect your forgiveness, I just hope that you can protect the next life of these two children for me.

May you always be well, and may she and Niannian be able to fulfill their wishes in the future and not suffer any more.

凌洛

'

Xia Jinnian closed the letter and sighed softly.

Ling Luo still thought too much. She had no intention of bringing the grievances between the adults to the children. It's not that she has no hatred, but she will not let these hatreds affect Wu's happiness.

When the breeze came, a willow leaf gracefully drew an arc in the air, and finally fell slowly into Wu Qinghan's favorite white porcelain cup before his death.

Xia Jinnian stretched out her hand and carefully held the cup in her palm, covering the cold porcelain surface with her own body temperature.

"Qinghan, if you were here, you would do the same as me, right?"

The author has something to say: the end is coming

☆, see each other every two years

This year's Spring Festival is in the middle of February. When Beijing just entered the beginning of the month, there was already excitement to welcome the new year.

Wu She and Si Huanian's small family also went through a little arrangement.

If you have a painter at home, you will save a lot of trouble when decorating the room.

She Wu drew a set of ancient Chinese zodiac paintings, and together with Si Huanian, pasted them on every blank wall in the room, and the originally warm and elegant home suddenly came to life.

If she didn't want to leave at this moment, it would be more perfect.

Si Huanian shrank back into the sofa chair, quietly staring at the suitcase at the door in a daze, and it was the monthly fixed time when she was going back to Sioux City.

She froze the wrapped dumplings in the refrigerator, poured a lot of candies and snacks into the snack basket, and finally told Si Huanian uneasy: "Honey, if you don't have enough food at home, remember to go out and buy some more yourself." , don’t go hungry.”

Si Huanian raised his head with a smile on his face, and gave her a high-pitched look.

She Wu came over, raised her hands, habitually wrapped Si Huanian in the chair, lowered her body to get closer, half pampering and half threatening: "If I come back and find you have lost weight again, I will punish you."

Si Huanian raised his chin, his warm breath fell on Wu's face, his eyes flickered, and then fixed between Wu's lips, and when he opened his mouth, the intention of teasing was obvious, "Oh? How are you going to punish me?"

There was an invisible heat, rushing straight to the door from bottom to top, Wu took a deep breath, this little fairy, doesn't she know that she will miss the plane...

10 minute later.

Wu stood up from the seat with slightly swollen lips, "It's really too late."

Si Huanian stood up, walked her to the door, hid her reluctance very well, and said obediently: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Wu turned around and hugged Si Huanian, "I've already bought a ticket to return to Beijing before the festival, and I'll be back soon."

Si Huanian was a little surprised, "Aren't you celebrating the New Year in Sioux City?"

She shook her head with a gentle expression, "I'll come back to accompany you."

Before Si Huanian could say anything more, she picked up her luggage and walked quickly into the elevator room, "Wait for me to come back."

Si Huanian stood at the door, staring blankly at the closing of the elevator door, watching the red numbers next to him go from the sixth floor to the first floor, and then freeze there for a long time.

Are you happy?

No, obviously more guilt.

If she hadn't been avoiding seeing Aunt Jinnian, Wu would not have to be separated from her family during the Chinese New Year to take care of her emotions.

It's all her fault, she's causing Wu her trouble again.

This feeling of self-blame followed Si Huanian for a while, and finally at a certain moment, the balance in her heart began to tip to the more courageous side.

It was the third day when Wu returned to Sioux City.

After Si Huanian explained the company's affairs for the next few weeks, he returned home, walked into the study, and faced his fate, he took out a tightly wrapped box from a hidden corner at the back of the bookshelf.

Si Huanian carefully opened the box and a Chinese painting came into view.

Green mountains and green waters, a world of flowers, and dancing butterflies... It is Xia Jinnian's damaged "Butterfly Transformation Picture".

But now the painting has returned to its integrity. The parts that were originally torn were glued together with great care, almost perfectly.

I also did a lot of homework on the complementary colors, which perfectly blended with the original colors. I tried my best to restore the missing parts on the basis of the original painting.

See the truth everywhere.

This time, Si Huanian did not ask others for help, but he did it by himself. During countless sleepless nights when Wu was away, he searched through the materials and did no less than a thousand exercises.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is one of the people who know how to appreciate Xia Jin's new year paintings.

These are things that Si Huanian has not told Wu her yet.

Si Huanian carefully cleaned the dust off the painting, and put the painting back into the box.Her gaze gradually became firmer, and it was time to bravely face the things she had been avoiding.

***

Two days later.

Sucheng, Wu's Yanfang.

Si Huanian didn't think about what to say to her Wu all the way, and he didn't call her until he reached the door of the store.

The cell phone rang from the open window on the second floor, but it was still not connected. She probably forgot to take her cell phone when she went out temporarily.

Si Huanian took a long painting box and walked back and forth six or seven times on the bluestone path in front of the store, finally gritted his teeth and walked in.

The Western-style decoration of the pastry shop was replaced in the shop, and the original antique appearance was restored.

Rosewood furniture, bamboo and stone seats in the corner, lacquered wood display racks integrated with the walls, half-height counters with strong ancient charm, and...

Hey?

Si Huanian's gaze paused.

In the corner by the window, a Western-style booth was placed there abruptly, out of place in a room full of Chinese-style layouts.

Memories that have been a long time come flooding back quickly, here is...

Si Huanian had a sore nose, this is the place where she and Wu she met for the first time, Wu she still kept this position.

"Hello, can I help you?" A crisp female voice interrupted Si Huanian.

Xiaoju immediately noticed the guest when she first came in.

Maybe because she is a super face control, beauties are naturally attractive to her, especially the guest in front of her who can be classified as the top beauties in the sweet category.

Xiaoju's CP soul began to burn blazingly.

The sweet type, and a cold beauty like the boss, it's a match made in heaven.

Why didn't the boss come back? The two of them stood together, and they didn't know what kind of sparks they would collide with. Thinking about it, she was still a little excited.

Si Huanian put the painting box in his hand against the wall, looked towards the direction of the stairs, and asked cautiously: "Now... are you alone in the store?"

Xiaoju blinked, and her sixth sense told her that the person in front of her must know the boss's family. She smiled at Si Huanian and said frankly, "No, the boss's mother is here too. Do you want me..."

"No, no, no." Before Xiaoju could finish speaking, Si Huanian's first reaction was to stop him, "Don't disturb Auntie Jinnian's rest."

Xiaoju secretly admired herself, she was right, they must know each other, she continued to Si Huanian: "Why don't you wait a moment, the boss has gone out to buy groceries, he should be back soon."

Si Huanian felt a little unnatural, "Okay, you go and do your work, I'll take a casual look first."

Xiaoju returned to the counter, but her eyes were still attracted by Si Huanian from time to time. What's the relationship between her and the boss?loved ones?friend?classmate?colleague?or it could be···

Xiaoju unconsciously smiled like an aunt, no, no, no, her idea is too bold, although the faces of the two people really match each other, she can't be so messy.

"What are you thinking?" A gentle voice rang in my ear, Xia Jinnian pushed the wheelchair out from the room, and said with a smile, "Are you hungry? She came back from shopping, why don't you stay and have dinner together?"

Xiaoju once again sighed in her heart, the boss's family are too nice, and she is lazy here, but the aunt is actually worried about whether she is hungry first.

"Thank you, Auntie. I have a class meeting at school at night, and I'm going back after my part-time job. Next time I have a chance, I must try the boss's craft."

Xia Jinnian nodded, and then her gentle gaze moved across the lobby, and then settled on a figure with a somewhat stiff back in front of the shelf.

Seemingly feeling an invisible fate, Xia Jinnian felt that this girl was a little special.

A vague guess came to mind.

Xiaoju opened her mouth to say something, Xia Jinnian tapped her lips with her fingertips, then smiled and pushed the wheelchair towards the child.

The voice behind him was getting closer and closer, and Si Huanian's heart seemed to jump out of his throat in the next second.

Are you coming?Is it finally time to face Wu's mother?

"Do you like indigo?" Xia Jinnian's voice was soft, just like Wu's, but it seemed to have a more solid sense of story.

Si Huanian's face quickly turned red, he was so stupid staring at a paint box without moving.

She gritted her teeth and finally turned around bravely.

The two "two years" who have never met each other in the true sense, but have been inextricably linked, finally meet.

Xia Jinnian's complexion was ruddy, and apart from being in a wheelchair, she couldn't see anything sick about her body.

Her eyebrows and eyes are as gentle and delicate as her painting style, which makes people feel close unconsciously.

Si Huanian blushed, looked into Xia Jinnian's eyes cautiously, and stammered, "I, um, yes, I like indigo."

Xia Jinnian finally saw this girl with her own eyes, who made her daughter miss her so much.

Well, the real person is prettier than the photos, and she's a bit dumb, but she's cute, and Wu has a good eye.

The smile on Xia Jinnian's face was kind and easy-going, "Coincidentally, my favorite color is also indigo."

The indigo color is processed from the bluegrass that made her and her husband reunite, so Xia Jinnian has always preferred this color for many years.

Si Huanian didn't know that Xia Jinnian had recognized him a long time ago, and he still maintained the appearance of a guest.

Facing the open sample paint package on the shelf, she sincerely admired: "It turns out that handmade paint can be polished to such a pure level, and it takes a lot of time."

Xia Jinnian nodded and said, "That's right, it's not counting looking for materials, it's just the process of making colors, let alone a few weeks, it often takes several months, this job is really hard, but there are always some persistent guys who would rather wear themselves out than Do you think they are stupid if they make any concessions in the process?"

Si Huanian shook his head, "I admire them very much. If there is no such persistence, the future paintings will be full of chemical pigments mass-produced by machines, and we will no longer feel the aura of natural pigments."

There was a deep appreciation in Xia Jinnian's eyes, "If the color maker listens to you, he will be very happy."

Si Huanian lowered his head shyly.

Xia Jinnian asked Xiaoju to move a chair for Si Huanian, and the two sat, chatting more and more speculatively.

Xia Jinnian did not expect that Si Huanian not only knew a lot about traditional paints, but also had a lot of brilliant insights into traditional Chinese painting. The more she looked at this child, the more she liked him, and it seemed like she hadn't seen him late.

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While the two were chatting, two waves of customers came to the store one after another. Unfortunately, the colors they asked about were not available in the store yet.

Xia Jinnian added some tea to Si Huanian, "I'll show you a joke."

Si Huanian took it politely, and then looked at the paint packets on the shelf, "There are several main color paints, and there are only a few customers who buy partial colors."

Xia Jinnian smiled, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his soft eyes, "You are still too tolerant. In my opinion, the lack of things in this store is not at 01:30. The most important thing is that it is still empty."

Si Huanian was puzzled, "Lack of