Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When I got home, I just walked in, and I saw the Coke kid banging his ass. On the carpet, with a watercolor pen of all colors at hand, a white paper in front of it was filled with all colors, and in that messy pile of colors, I saw a black one in the middle that looked like a human figure, I can only say that it looked like... After all, Coke kids had a good grades in kindergarten, but the painting was really ugly, probably not talented.

Every time she saw Happy's paintings, she was distressed. Before that, in the United States, every time a kindergarten had a little game of painting ideas, the teacher couldn't help but laugh and give her Happy's words and ask her if she could give her child a drawing class.

I'd love to sing, but I really didn't have time before.

She walked over, squatting around and watching Joy: "What are you drawing? What's this black thing in the middle? Is it a man or a dog? ”

Happy smile Hey hey lift up the little face, she just saw that the little girl's chin and hands are all colors of watercolor pen, wait to give her a hard rub when bathing, otherwise these colors will be washed for a long time.

“Mommy, I drew Daddy.” Happy pointed to the black group of people or dogs in the middle of the picture: “The homework that the teacher left us today was to paint Daddy and Mommy and myself, Mommy I know how to paint, it's just one person, long hair, I'm a little person, I have two braids, but Daddy, I can't paint, Mommy, buy me a daddy sooner, I'll see Daddy, this is my own imaginary daddy! ”

Reading songs: “…”

Happy dropped the brush and pounded it directly into her arms. Her little hand had all kinds of colors. She lifted her little hand and touched it on the face of the song, and laughed and hipped, “Mommy, why are your eyes red? ”

On the way back from the song, I made sure I hadn't cried, but I put up with all my emotions, kept my eyes open to the road ahead, and drove seriously, which is probably why I didn't blink for too long.

She rubbed her eyes with a smile and held Happy and sat directly on the carpet: “No, it was just too windy outside, it was red and it hurt a little. ”

“Oh, oh, oh.” Happy Little Face wrote heartache, holding the face of the chanting song, quickly lifted up the little face and put a few kisses on her eyelid: “Happy gave Mommy a kiss, Mommy's eyes don't hurt. ”

Aunt Xiang saw their mothers and daughters there again, glued together, smiled and went to the bathroom to get water: “Hurry up and wash Happy's hands, the colors are rubbing on your face. ”

“It's okay, I'll wash it later. I'll paint with her.” Reading the song, he held Happy in his hand, picked up the painting he had just painted, and looked at the black stuff in the middle again, and didn't know what to say, it just felt like... Happy's impression of Dad seemed unclear whether it was a person or a toy or an animal.

I don't know if her father will ever know about her existence, and for the time being, he probably doesn't want to know, and doesn't want to deal with her any more.

But at least be normal about the child's ideas. Forget the bullshit at home. You can't go out and say that my dad is a toy, or that my dad is this black thing.

So the song picked up the nature of not allowing anyone to obliterate the image of Qin Shiting many years ago, grabbed the watercolor pen on the ground, grabbed the other blank paper next to it, and started painting on it.

Probably thanks to her habit of copying comic drawings when she was bored in class, so the painting wasn't very good, but at least she could see it.

According to the original impression of Qin Shiting, she painted one that looked a lot like him. Um, the eyebrows are better looking, the nose is a little bit stronger, the mouth is a little thinner than this one on the diagram... hmm... the hair is shorter, at least what I saw today, is a lot shorter than when I was a student, hmm... the actual figure ratio is a little more perfect...

After the drawing, he read the song and stared at the diagram for half a day, then dropped the pen.

“Wow, what is this?” Happy looked at Mommy with surprise and drew a man, still a good looking man: “Is this Daddy? ”

No wonder the father of other children is a man. Turns out her father is also a man, and he is still a man!

“Yes.” I thought about the song and took the pen and wrote a line underneath —— Coke's dad.

Happy is young, but he can't write these words, but he knows, he can read them, he shook his head there and said out loud, and he ran to Auntie Xiang with the painting with excitement: "Granny Xiang, my dad looks good! ”

Aunt Xiang poked her head out of the bathroom and looked up silently at the direction of the song when she was reading it. She just wanted to tweak how she actually painted the person, but when she saw the song, she sat on the carpet, holding the watercolor pen she had just written. She didn't know what she was thinking, but from the back of the shadow, she could see a kind of darkness.

Aunt Xiang quickly patted Happy's head and said: "Yes, it's beautiful. Happy's father is handsome. Be a good girl. Mom painted it for you. Put it away. Don't put it in the bathroom. If it gets wet, it will be gone. ”

“Ok, ok, ok!” Happy bouncing and dancing carefully folded the painting into his lovely little schoolbag.

I wouldn't have thought of singing at all. Fun will often hold this diagram in the future, and when I see someone, I'll tell them, "This is my dad."

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Villa Ju Shui.

Gray white Porsche parked in front of the villa door, Qin Shiting stepped out of the car, glanced at him, saw that the tall weeds in the yard across the villa had been cleaned up, there was a cleaning car parked outside, someone was taking those weeds out and throwing them into the cleaning car.

He looked at the front yard of the villa, and the dusty carved doors had been wiped black and clean. He turned to his door with no expression and walked in without looking back.

As soon as she entered the door, the telephone of the hospital called. She said that the girl she had just returned was in a bad mood. After being wrapped up, she sat alone in the clinic and cried. No one could persuade her. Then she asked her if it was okay for Dr. Qin to come and accompany her. She said yes. She asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital to see the girl.

Qin Shiting's tone has no temperature: “I don't go, tell her that there is no place in the hospital clinic to put tears on her, no one can help her if she is not strong. I passed by by by by by accident today to see help this time, it kind of makes up for the loss that hurt Ling family's face. I am not interested in her, and don't have to rely on me. ”

“Ah?” Dr. Chow didn't get it there.

Qin Shiting was impatient to stay out of this business. He hung up directly and threw his phone aside. He was just about to go back to his room. Suddenly, he heard the phone ring again like he was desperate to take a soul.

Turn around and the call shows Li Nanheng.

If it's fucking-- it's a rush.