My paintings

"Sir, come in!" I opened the door and pulled Sir into the room excitedly.

The dim light came in through the deep-colored curtains, casting light spots in the dark living room, seeing Sir frown, "Why don't you draw the curtains?"

I was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Sunshine is a beautiful and holy thing, but at the same time it is cruel and ruthless. Things that are too beautiful make the ugly darkness in human hearts invisible, but even so, There are also people who are still approaching them with moths to the flame..."

I didn't care if Sir understood the nonsense, I just took his hand blindly and put him on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. This is the place I always like to nestle in. "Sir, have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"Then I'll cook something!" I got up and walked into the kitchen. "I went out to buy some vegetables at the supermarket, but then I forgot... Well, how about eating egg noodles?"

I poked my head out from the kitchen, and looked at the gentle gaze of my superior sir, "It's okay."

"Okay!" I happily responded, humming a frivolous tune and getting busy in the kitchen.

When I went out with two bowls of noodles, I saw that Sir was holding a book in his hand, frowning and looking at "Sir?"

He looked up at me and waved the book in his hand, "Is this your book?"

This time I clearly saw that the book was a psychology book that I casually threw on the coffee table before going out.

Sir's eyes flickered slightly, and when I squeezed my palm nervously, he took the noodles in my hand and said lightly, "Let's eat!"

"Oh? Oh..." I nodded in a daze, sitting in front of the coffee table, picked up the chopsticks and sucked the noodles in the bowl.

In the momentarily quiet living room, the only sound was the rude noise of two people eating noodles.

I looked at sir's soon-to-be-empty bowl, smiled and picked up some of my own noodles, "Does sir also like noodles?"

"Ok?"

I seemed to recall something, and smiled happily, "Dad is also like this. He ate up a big bowl of noodles in one go, and like sir, he stirred up the noodles and swirled them in the soup before eating them in his mouth!"

When I was shouting excitedly, sir stopped his hands and said coldly, "After all, your father and I are twins."

What sir means is that he is not my father!

But whether it is true or not, who knows?

I still looked at him with a smile, but my eyes were dull and empty, "I believe in my own feelings, sir..."

Even if they all look the same among 1 people, I am confident that I can find my father!

Sir's cold eyes flickered, then he turned his right hand to cover my head, and smiled softly, "What's wrong with An'an? Are you unhappy?"

My heart froze, I didn't feel happy about the sudden change of sir, I just felt an inexplicable resentment rising violently from my chest, I glared a little aggrievedly at the gentle sir like my father, dropped the chopsticks, Angrily rushed into the closed study.

why?

Why is it still Ann? !

After closing the door, I curled up sadly in the corner of the empty study room, buried my head in my knees, and sobbed aggrievedly. Around me, the white and empty walls were covered with portraits of my loved ones. Or sitting, wearing a gorgeous dress, filled with a strong fragrance, quietly staying in the frame, looking at me with the tenderness I expected.

"An'an, what's the matter with you?" I heard the same gentle voice of my father coming from outside the door, and as the doorknob was twisted, his footsteps became more and more clear in this empty room.

I felt the person's breath suffocated, and then a pair of generous hands fell on top of my head, "An'an?"

I wiped my face with my sleeve fiercely, threw myself into Dad's arms, raised my head joyfully, and smiled innocently like a child, "Dad, you're back!"

"An'an has grown up!" Dad opened the corner of his mouth and fondled me.

I touched my head embarrassingly, as if thinking of something, I flattened my mouth aggrievedly, "Dad, where have you been? Where have you been these past few years? Why didn't you come back to find An An? Doesn't Dad like An An?" ?”

"An'an, don't cry," my father gently held me in his arms, coaxing me, "Dad didn't want An'an, Dad just finished his work and is going back to the place before."

I tilted my head in confusion, unwilling to delve into it further, and just kept digging into my father's arms, enjoying the warmth of this moment.

"An'an, did you draw these paintings on the wall?"

I saw my father look up at the paintings and raise his chin proudly, "Of course, I drew them the way my father taught me. They are all the people I love. When my father is not around, they are all the people I love. They are taking care of me... Now, they are all by my side forever and will never leave again!"

"But Dad, I can't draw you no matter what..." I picked my fingers and pouted aggrievedly.

"That's because Dad is already in An An's heart!" Dad comforted me, stood up and looked up at the paintings on the wall, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "An An, can you tell me about them? Dad wants Do you know how An An has been doing these past few years?"

I nodded emphatically, "Well, yes! Whose story does Dad want to hear?"

"Story?" Dad turned his head in surprise, "For An An, is their existence just a story?"

"That's right!" I looked at my father puzzled, what's wrong?

Seeing my father sighing helplessly, frowning and looking at the paintings on the wall solemnly, just when I thought my father had changed back to sir, he pointed to a painting on the left and asked me gently, "Who is this?"

I looked up and saw that the man in the painting was wearing a dark blue casual suit, holding a rose with withered yellow petals in his slender hands, a pair of frivolous peach blossom eyes on his handsome face looking forward affectionately, the corners of his lips slightly Hook, a style of suave.

In the lower right corner of the picture frame is an elegant and uninhibited signature - Gu Qianhua!