The Road Turns White Tonight

You Yan reached out and wanted to put the wrinkled paper in her hand where the original portrait was.

In front of everyone is a charcoal sketch. Clear eyebrows, clear eyes, gentle and shy smile.

That’s You Yan’s mother, his wife.

Enclosed in this drawing paper, she looks like the most gorgeous cricket tail in May, and blooms forever in a lifetime. It turned out that her appearance was only beautiful, and she could be so beautiful. The original portrait is inferior.

Grinding a sword in ten years, Chi Zheng’s paintings are not absolute, she taught her awkward daughter.

He suddenly remembered the summer night of the previous year, the Qixi night. A family of three went to the villa outside Lujia to see the stars.

You Yan was in Chi Zheng’s arms, and he buried himself in something, Chi Zheng nestled in his arms. In his arms, she and her lovely daughter.

You Yan drew a picture, and suddenly his nose wrinkled, rubbing the paper into a ball and throwing it far away.

“Mom, I obviously don’t have to paint with brushwork, why do you want me to paint?” She said aggrievedly.

Chi Zheng smiled slightly and replied: “Gongbi is simple and the hardest. Like the best chef, even if it is just an ordinary poached tofu, he can make more delicious food than any expensive ingredient. . “

Youyan nodded, seemingly understand.

He frowned, his eyes slowly turning on.

“According to you, one day, gongbi will be better than freehand?” The corner of his mouth smiled lazily.

Chi Zheng was not asked by him, her eyes were brilliant.

“Mr. Yi, it doesn’t matter which one is better than others. Kung fu, even the simplest brushwork can surpass freehand. Painting skills are high and low, never looking at expressions, only people.”

“Did you do that, painter Chi?”

He had a smile on his lips, and her eyes were full of affection, and there was no concealment in his eyes. He likes to tease her the most, and then looks at the self-confidence of her eyes. She can only do this when she talks about painting.

Even after being his wife for many years, Sure enough, Chi Zheng still bowed her head shyly at this moment.

He laughed even more arrogantly. “Why use food as a metaphor?”

Chizhen Weiwei, “Because your baby girl loves to listen to this.”

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He hesitated, his voice grinning slightly.

“Yan, pick up your litter.” He tapped his daughter’s head.

Youyan murmured, reluctantly got out of her mother’s arms, and hurried to the short grass in front.

“Isn’t my daughter yours too?”

He whispered, leaning over and kissing his wife deeply.

It turned out that they also had so many bland and happy times. It turned out that the days with her had always been so happy. The hatred in my heart suddenly resembled a slosh, and most of them didn’t know where to go.

“But, uncle, I don’t have this.” You Yan was a little sad, and his eyes were stunned by the portrait that fell on the table.

Her voice was clear, and everyone looked at her, and immediately understood what she was referring to-the photo frame. It turned out she was just looking for this.

“Xiao Yan, uncle buy it for you, OK?”

He frowned, looking at the unexpected guest at the door. The man was in a pretty black suit with a handsome face, and there was a hint of scroll in his eyebrows, but his eyes were too cold, making him look cold and abnormal.

He quickly lined the crowd and walked in.

“Excuse me, sir?” The housekeeper asked.

A sneer sneered at the corner of the man’s mouth, “Mr. Lu, I’m a shameless person.”

He seemed to be smashed by something, and he strode forward. “Is Mr. Shen in the wrong place?”

In the middle of the hall, there were two men, one of which was prominent, and one of who was cold and proud. However, the people they were fighting for were no longer there.

“If this is Chizheng’s hall, Shen Tuo did not go wrong.” Shen Tuo smiled coldly. “Mr. Lu, I heard that Chizheng left my name before he died. Am I not qualified to worship her?” Or is that the one who claims to love her deeply but marries another?

Everyone who was familiar with the cause of Chi Zheng’s death at the scene glanced over.

Chi Zheng’s brother-in-law frowned slightly, clinging to his curious expression and looking round.

“Today is my wife’s jealousy, please don’t make trouble, otherwise don’t blame Lumou for being hospitable.” He warned in a deep voice, his voice was a bit rude.

Shen Tuo smiled, “Wife, what a crowning and funny word.”