An Xia's paintings

Lin Anxia patted Jiajia's small chest, and asked, "Are there many sad things buried here in Jiajia?"

Jiajia nodded fiercely: "Yes. There are many, many..."

"What are these things?"

Jiajia looked at Lin Anxia who asked the question in confusion, and said softly, "I don't know...but there will always be many, many sad emotions."

Lin Anxia looked at Jiajia's eyes and gradually softened. He held the child in his hand and walked quietly on the quiet street. After thinking for a while, he said seriously to Jiajia: "If the teacher asks Jiajia to record If you let go of the bad emotions in your heart, these emotions will slowly form indelible marks in Jiajia's mind over time. We Jiajia is obviously a smart and beautiful little girl, if we always remember some How can you live a happy life with a bad memory?"

"Then if Jiajia draws things that make her happy every day, won't those sad things happen?"

Jiajia tilted her head and asked, Lin Anxia smiled: "Of course it's impossible, life should be full of sorrows and joys, but we Jiajia only need to remember some happy things, and let those sad ones be remembered. Just forget it slowly. Just like there is a beautiful good apple and a rotten apple, does Jiajia want to eat the beautiful good apple or the rotten one?"

"Of course it's good to eat! Eating rotten apples will cause diarrhea."

Lin Anxia patted Jiajia's head appreciatively: "That's right! A good memory is a good apple. Putting it in your mind will make you feel happy. We should throw away bad memories, otherwise it will be like eating a bad apple." Same diarrhea."

Although Jiajia was still a little dazed, she nodded firmly: "Jiajia will never eat 'bad apples' from now on! Teacher, we must eat 'good apples'."

Seeing Jiajia's serious and cute appearance, Lin Anxia felt a bit of bitterness in her heart... Over the years, Lin Anxia couldn't count how many bad apples she had eaten for herself... Now it is probably already He is terminally ill, and I don't know if the current active treatment has the possibility of making him recover.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Lin Anxia didn't speak again, and frowned habitually, Jiajia asked with concern: "Is the teacher eating 'bad apples' again?"

Lin Anxia smiled: "No. The teacher is not an idiot. The teacher really thinks that your father will come to pick you up in two days. Will Jia Jia be reluctant to leave the teacher?"

Jiajia poked her lips out and kissed Lin Anxia, ​​and comforted like a little adult: "Of course, but the teacher will continue to teach me how to draw. I will visit the teacher often."

"It's true." Lin Anxia pecked Jiajia's little cheek back: "We will always meet! But the teacher has agreed that homework cannot be stopped after returning home, and we must continue to record the happy things that happen every day. do you know?"

Jiajia nodded vigorously: "Got it!"

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On this day, Lin Anxia was teaching Jiajia how to sketch in the studio when he received a call from Zhao Yanghao.

"Hello, An Xia, I'm Zhao Yanghao. That's it. Didn't Jiajia's father come back from a business trip? He's coming to pick Jiajia up today. I have work in hand and I can't leave, so let him go directly to your house." .”

Lin Anxia was taken aback: "So suddenly?"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Zhao Yanghao on the other end felt very embarrassed: "Actually, he told me a few days ago that he came back today, but I forgot to tell you because I was busy recently."

Lin Anxia felt that there was no funnier person in this world than Zhao Yanghao, "Okay, I understand, I'm going to help Jiajia pack her things."

"That's really troublesome for you. You have been taking care of the little girl these days."

I don't know if it's Lin Anxia's illusion, but he always felt that there was a strong resentment in Zhao Yanghao's words, and hung up the phone, throwing away the messy thoughts in his mind, Lin Anxia looked up at Jiajia and obediently sat on the chair holding Holding the paintbrush, he looked at him right and wrong.

Lin Anxia smiled: "Father is coming to pick up Jiajia today, are you happy?"

"Happy!" Jiajia's big round eyes suddenly lit up, she immediately put down the pen in her hand, jumped off the chair, and went to hold Lin Anxia's hand.

"Then teacher, let's pack up our things quickly, and we can go home when Dad comes later."

Lin Anxia raised her hand and lightly poked Jiajia's head: "You're the one who has no conscience, right? Are you so happy to leave the teacher's house?"

"That's not it!" Jia Jia said with a smile, "Jia Jia is very reluctant to part with the teacher, but she hasn't seen Dad for a long time, and she misses Dad very much." She rubbed against Lin Anxia as she spoke, "Teacher, don't be angry!"

Lin Anxia couldn't help laughing, how could he seriously care about a child, "Okay, okay, go to the room and pack up, Dad will be here in a while."

Just after Lin Anxia packed Jiajia's luggage, the doorbell rang at home.

When Jiajia heard the doorbell, she ran downstairs excitedly, shouting, "Dad is here, it must be Dad...Dad..."

"Jiajia, slow down!" Lin Anxia was caught off guard and didn't catch Jiajia who was running out of the door, so she had no choice but to follow.

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Li Cheng picked up his daughter, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and kissed the little baby very hard: "Does Jiajia miss Dad?"

"I thought about it!" Jiajia tightly wrapped her father's neck, her little face was filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy.

The smile on Li Cheng's face deepened, but when he saw Lin Anxia walking towards him, he frowned slightly: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Lin Anxia also noticed Li Cheng's emotional ups and downs. She was very inexplicable, but she still smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Lin Anxia, ​​Jiajia's painting teacher."

"Lin Anxia?" Li Cheng called out in surprise, "You said your name was Lin Anxia."

Lin Anxia was also taken aback, and nodded stupidly: "Yes, yes. Is there any problem?"

"Father?" Jia Jia, who was sitting in Li Cheng's arms, was also very puzzled. Li Cheng realized his gaffe, and quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm sorry. I always feel that you look familiar. I don't know if I've seen it somewhere..."

Lin Anxia took a closer look at Li Cheng. He didn't know many people. If he had met him, it didn't make sense that he didn't have any impression, so he could only say, "Could Mr. Li admit the wrong person?"

At this time, Jia Jia suddenly said: "Of course Dad has met the teacher. The teacher is a very famous painter. You can often see pictures of the teacher on TV."

Lin Anxia thought about it carefully, although he seldom exposes himself to the public, but every time the painting competition awards ceremony, he will indeed show the basic information of the author, and it is not surprising that Li Cheng knows him.

But Lin Anxia didn't know that the reason why Jiajia was able to see Lin Anxia on TV was because her mother was an art fanatic, and it was naturally these kinds of programs that she paid the most attention to on weekdays.As an ordinary psychiatrist, Li Cheng never knew anything about people and things in this field.

Li Cheng was still somewhat puzzled, but he still smiled and thanked Lin Anxia: "You see, I am like this, I haven't thanked Mr. Lin for taking care of Jiajia these days, I really trouble you."

"Where is it?" Lin Anxia waved his hand politely: "Jiajia is very cute, and she is very worry-free in our house. There is nothing troublesome at all."

Li Cheng shook Jiajia in his arms: "Anyway, Jiajia will continue to study with Teacher Lin in the future. There are still many troubles to come. Please bear with me when the time comes."

Lin Anxia was still not used to these polite words, so she felt a little embarrassed on her face.Li Cheng looked at the time on his watch and said, "It's getting late, so let's take our leave first."

Lin Anxia said: "Okay, go slowly!"

Jia Jia waved her hand happily, said goodbye to Lin Anxia, ​​and hugged her father's neck happily, "Dad, is my teacher Lin very nice?"

Li Cheng asked with a smile: "Does Jiajia like Teacher Lin so much?"

"Well. I think Teacher Lin is really wonderful."

Li Cheng felt very surprised, his precious daughter had never expressed his liking so directly, "Then Jiajia, tell Dad, what's wrong with Teacher Lin?"

"Everywhere is good!"

Li Cheng was amused by his daughter's unusually firm appearance, and he said along with him: "Okay, okay, Mr. Lin is good everywhere..."

But after carrying Jiajia into the car, Li Cheng looked at Lin Anxia's small villa thoughtfully. The child was so young back then, and now he doesn't know what he will become when he grows up. Maybe it's just a coincidence that he has the same name and surname. That's all...

Shaking off the messy thoughts in his mind, Li Cheng put a smile on his face again, sat in the driver's seat, and happily returned home with his precious daughter who was rarely able to return to his side.

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After Li Cheng picked up Jiajia, Lin Anxia sat alone on the sofa and fell into deep thought.Xuesong came over, seeing that Lin Anxia was in a bad mood, he was not in the mood to play with Wupothua anymore.

Lin Anxia looked at Xuesong and said: "Although I really didn't have any impression at first, but after thinking about it carefully, this Mr. Li does look familiar, especially the eyes... Where did you meet him?"

Thinking about it this way, Lin Anxia sat alone until the evening. When Qin Ruihe came back from get off work, he saw him sitting on the sofa, holding the cedar in a daze, and was very surprised: "Why are you alone at home? Where's Jiajia?"

Lin Anxia came back to her senses, saw Qin Ruihe undoing his tie while taking off his shoes, and said, "Jiajia was taken back by his father..."

Seeing this, Qin Ruihe walked up to Lin Anxia, ​​bent down and patted his face lightly: "What's wrong? He looks out of his mind."

Lin Anxia said: "Jiajia's father said that I looked familiar. I didn't think so at first, but now that I think about it... I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"Jiajia's father?" Qin Ruihe said with a smile, "You're talking about Li Cheng? He's a psychiatrist. How do you know him?"

Hearing this, Lin Anxia's face stiffened immediately, as if all the nerves in his body were tensed at that moment: "You said, he is a psychiatrist?"

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Ruihe noticed something was wrong with Lin Anxia, ​​and sat beside him nervously, hugging him into his arms, Xue Song, who was lying comfortably on Lin Anxia's lap, straightened up, nervously look at him.

Lin Anxia held Qin Ruihe's arm tightly, and asked repeatedly: "You, you said he is a psychiatrist?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Qin Ruihe looked at him anxiously, but still told Lin Anxia what he knew: "It seems that I have more than ten years of experience in the industry? Is there something wrong?"

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Thank you Mingque and Hanshi's Xiaohonghua~ There is no list this week, click on the big diving to provoke, a little glass heart!But the text will still be well written o(￣ヘ￣o*)[make a fist!] Thank you Han Shi for your suggestion!