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The painting is like the entrance to another world, so beautiful that it is so real, but also so beautiful that it is so illusory.

Zhou Yun Sheng took a few steps back and looked at his practice work. A slight sound of exclamation came to his ears. Then he took his mind away from the painting and lowered his head to look at the little guy standing at his feet.

Day turned into night, sunlight turned into starlight, and the garden turned into a forest. Even though Ning Wangshu didn't know what aesthetics meant, he was still captivated by his uncle's superb painting skills.

Realizing that he had disturbed his uncle, Ning Wangshu quickly covered his mouth with his chubby little hands, his big eyes filled with fear.

Zhou Yun Sheng only glanced at him and then turned back, continued to look at the oil painting, picked up the brush and made minor adjustments.

Ning Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that his uncle had no intention of driving him away, he gradually became more courageous. He reached for the paintbrush on the stool. He stretched out his hand and retracted it. After struggling for a long time, he finally put his hand back.

Hold the paintbrush in your hand.

There were oil drums for cleaning paintbrushes on the ground, and some white cloths were spread on them. Ning Wangshu quickly dipped a little poppy oil into the paintbrush, squatted on the ground and applied it to the white cloth. He tried to draw a few stars, but found that there was no uncle

The painting was shiny, and then he painted it into a sun with a straight face...

He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't realize that Zhou Yun Sheng had finished making the final changes and was bending down to stare at him.

"No, you can't play with this." The boy's voice was as beautiful as a trickling stream, but the force of grabbing the brush was too strong to resist.

Ning Wangshu was petrified, her rosy little face turned pale in an instant, and she shrank into the corner like a little quail.

Zhou Yun Sheng did not comfort him. He placed the paintbrush and oil barrel on the windowsill, making sure that the little guy could not reach it, and then walked out of the studio.

Ning Wangshu covered her face and shed tears, which wetted a large area of ​​the white cloth on the ground. She looked so pitiful. But not long after, the boy came in again, holding a box of watercolors in his hand.

He bent over and handed a pen and a stack of white paper to the little guy, and said word by word, "You are using this painting. The paint and poppy oil contain trace amounts of toxins. The baby should not touch it, as it will make him sick."

Seeing that the little guy just shed tears and refused to raise his head to pay attention to himself, Zhou Yun Sheng put down the watercolor pen and white paper without much persuasion, turned around and continued painting. He was also a bit autistic, so it was already a miracle to say so much.

It turned out that his uncle didn't dislike him. Ning Wangshu's sad mood was greatly relieved. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and then quietly raised his head. Just as he was about to reach for the watercolor pen, he saw his uncle suddenly turned around and walked towards him, startling him.

While jumping, he quickly held his head and huddled up, like a little turtle.

Zhou Yun Sheng was almost amused by this little guy, but due to the monitors all around, he had to endure it. He took a few deep breaths, kept a serious expression, took off the white shirt hanging on the easel, and helped the little guy

After putting it on, he whispered, "Put it on obediently, so as not to get your clothes dirty."

Ning Wangshu stopped struggling and let his uncle help him get dressed. The shirt was very big, and the sleeves were rolled up a long way to barely reveal a pair of fat short hands. The hem was also long, just enough to hold the pants down.

cover.

Zhou Yun Sheng helped him straighten his clothes, then rubbed his head stiffly, then turned around and continued painting.

Ning Wangshu also touched his forehead, feeling the warmth that had almost dissipated, and felt sweet in his heart. He did not smile, but his eyes were brighter than ever before. He picked up the brush and began to doodle according to his uncle's paintings.

The quiet sound of needle drops could be heard in the studio, and the figures of the uncle and nephew painting side by side seemed so harmonious and heart-warming.

Time passed unknowingly, and at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ma slowly walked into the house with a vegetable basket. There was also a maid in the house, and she did not need to take care of her all the time. Besides, she was old and had no patience to take care of her.

As soon as Ning Sinian went out every day, she would go out with the vegetable basket on the pretext of buying groceries, but in fact she would run to a nearby park to play cards with other maids.

In the past, she was lazy and avoided Zhao Xinfang, but now she has taken advantage of Zhao Xinfang and acted more and more carelessly. Zhao Xinfang is not like Ning Sinian thought, taking care of her stepson at home as long as she is not volunteering. She also goes out in front and back.

, either shopping, playing cards, or doing beauty treatments.

Anyway, Ning Sinian is very busy and never goes home. Even if she comes back, it will be very late, so like Wang Ma, she just needs to get home before six o'clock.

Today was Sunday, so she excused herself to go to the orphanage to help, so she could come back even later.

Wang Ma asked the maid and found out that Zhao Xinfang had not come back, so she went upstairs to look for Ning Wangshu. In the studio, Ning Wangshu heard Wang Ma's shouts and was so frightened that her face turned pale and her little body was shaking so much that she couldn't stop.

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Zhou Yun Sheng patted his little head soothingly, and then helped him take off his shirt and wash his hands. The former Wei Xiyan was not unaware of Ning Wangshu's strangeness. Hearing Ning Wangshu's heart-wrenching cry, he also had a hard time

scalp ran to ask.

The answer Wang Ma gave him was that children will cry when they have cavities and are in pain. Although Wei Xiyan still had doubts after hearing this, he held it in for a long time before he said "Really?" with a red face. In Wang Ma's

He had to retreat under the glare.

As soon as he left, Wang Ma closed the door and continued beating Ning Wangshu, not taking him seriously at all.

Now Zhou Yun Sheng also did not pay attention to Wang Ma. He gently held the little guy and patted his back tirelessly. When Wang Ma came to the door to ask for the child, not only did he not hand it over, but he also held it in front of her.

She closed the door so hard that Wang Ma almost broke her nose.

"Bah, little bastard, who do you think you are! Sooner or later, S Nian will kick you out!" Wang Ma spat at the door.

Zhou Yun Sheng ignored the abuse outside the door, let go of the little guy and continued painting.

Only my uncle can see my fear and despair. Only my uncle will not hand me over to Mother Wang. Only my uncle will protect me so firmly. Although I just close the door tightly, I actually isolate myself.

Ning Wangshu was only three years old, but he already had self-awareness. He felt an indelible attachment to Zhou Yun Sheng at this moment. At the same time, he also vaguely realized that maybe what he said in front of his father would be better.

It has a negative impact on my brother-in-law.

He was very happy, but also a little sad at the same time, and carefully hugged his uncle's thigh.

Zhou Yun Sheng kicked him in disgust, but his movements were very gentle.

Ning Wangshu was not afraid this time and hugged her tightly.

Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't get rid of this little tail, so he had no choice but to let him hug him. When he went to the left, the little guy stumbled to the left, and when he went to the right, the little guy stumbled to the right too. It was like a piece of dog-skin plaster that couldn't be torn off.

Come down, the scene is extremely funny.

The uncle and nephew had a great time, and Wang Ma was so happy that she didn't have to worry about it, so she asked the maid to cook for herself. Unexpectedly, before half past five, the sound of a car engine sounded outside, and Ning Sinian came back.

Thinking of the uncle and nephew who got along well with each other in the studio, Wang Ma became anxious and hurried upstairs and shouted, "Wei Xiyan, send the baby out quickly. Mr. Ning is back. Let him see you and the baby together. He will definitely do it."

Kick you out!"

Due to Ning Sinian's increasingly cold and disgusting attitude, Wei Xiyan originally did not dare to get too close to Ning Wangshu. Although Zhou Yun Sheng knew the truth at this moment, he had no intention of exposing Wang Ma's peep show.

He opened the door and took the frightened Ning Wangshu out.

Ning Wangshu's forehead was rubbed by his uncle, and the fear in his heart suddenly subsided, and he understood that as long as his father came back, Wang Ma would not hit him, so he walked over with stiff steps.

Wang Ma couldn't wait to pull the child to her side, regardless of whether he could keep up with him or not, half dragging and half dragging him downstairs, threatening in a low voice, "Don't stay with that bastard Wei Xiyan in the future."

, or I'll skin you!"

"Uncle is not a bastard." Ning Wangshu, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly retorted clearly.

Wang Ma was stunned for a few seconds, then her face changed drastically, and she stretched out her hand to tug Ning Wangshu's ears hard. Ning Wangshu skillfully shrank her shoulders and held her head, silently enduring. Fortunately, Ning Sinian was anxious to see his son and had already stepped upstairs.

Then he stopped his hand and took the child into his arms. He put on a kind smile and whispered through gritted teeth, "Not only is Wei Xiyan a bastard, you are also a bastard. If you don't obey me, I will kill you."

Throw her into the river and drown her. Your father has a new wife and will have many children in the future. He won't care about you at all."

Ning Wangshu was frightened and closed her eyes tightly in despair, tears falling down in large drops.

Chapter 15 Slap Black Heart Lotus in the Face

Ning Sinian drove out early in the morning. In fact, he did not go to the company. Instead, he hid in the underground parking lot closest to his home and put on headphones to monitor what was going on at home. Zhao Jun stayed in the West Room and stared at the monitor. Once Wei Xiyan slightly

If it was not good for Ning Wangshu, he would immediately rush over to stop it and send the video to Ning's father and mother far away across the ocean.

Ning Sinian was very nervous after putting on the earphones. His son's fearful look was still engraved in his mind. He was afraid that he would be hurt in the slightest. He focused all his attention on the earphones, thinking that if there was anything abnormal on the other side,

, just step on the accelerator and go home immediately.

The monitor was stuffed into the hollow pendant of the longevity lock, and the effect was very clear. He heard the voice of Wang Ma telling his son not to run around, her tone was very stern. The son did not say anything, and then there was a long silence.

Ning Sinian went from nervousness to numbness. He held the steering wheel and maintained the same sitting posture until one or two o'clock in the afternoon. When he was almost turning into a stone sculpture, a clear and clear voice came from the other end, "No, you can't play this."

It was Wei Xiyan's unique flat tone. Ning Sinian immediately sat upright, holding his breath, and carefully discerned the emotions hidden in that voice. No, there was no malice at all. Although his strong judgment told him this, he still

He put his hand on the start button and prepared to start the engine.

Before he could press the button, Qingyue's voice sounded again, with the same flat tone, but the care that overflowed from every word was unmistakable.

"When you use this painting, the paint and poppy oil contain trace amounts of toxins. Babies should not touch it, as they will get sick." It turned out that he was preventing his son from playing with oil paints. This was right and beyond reproach.

Ning Si took a deep breath, retracted his fingertips from the start button, and rested his forehead tiredly on the steering wheel. There was another period of silence, and when Wei Xiyan's voice came again, he had learned to calm down.

"Put it on obediently, so as not to stain the clothes." He was putting on a bib for his son to prevent the paint from sticking to the clothes. This was the right thing to do. Ning Sinian frowned, unable to understand what he had heard about his son.

Is the caring young man the same person as the manic and aggressive person described by Wang Ma?

He felt that something might have gone wrong, or that the boy was just good at pretending. But no matter how hard he pretended, wouldn't the victim's son know how to stay away from him? He heard his son's light footsteps, and it was clearly his son who ran to him.

Went to the studio.

Ning Sinian took off his headphones, combed his hair again, and finally decided to go home immediately.

As soon as the car arrived at the door of the house, Zhao Jun came out from the west room to greet him and whispered, "Boss, you'd better check the monitor yourself. Maybe we have all made a mistake."

Ning Sinian nodded, left him and hurried upstairs, and happened to bump into Wang Ma holding her son. The son still had the same expression of extreme fear, with tears in his big eyes, looking very fragile. In the monitor,

He almost didn't make a sound, but the rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the paper showed that his mood was calm, even joyful. Why did he completely change as soon as he came back?

Ning Sinian had more and more doubts in his heart. He took his son from Wang Ma, but was shocked to find that he was resisting her and his eyes were full of resentment.

Ning Sinian suddenly felt heartbroken and wanted to know more and more what happened in this quiet day.

"Wang Ma, you take the baby to the garden to see the ducklings first. I'll change my clothes and come right away." He handed his son to Wang Ma and walked quickly to the study.

I couldn't wait to turn on my computer and bring up today's surveillance picture. All the pinhole cameras changed their angles as Ning Wangshu moved. Wang Ma went out to buy groceries early in the morning, and Ning Wangshu sat alone on the carpet.

He was playing with toys, with no expression on his face, like an empty shell that had lost his soul. He sat there until noon, when the maid came in with lunch, put it down and left immediately without even thinking of coaxing or feeding him.

Ning Wangshu was very well-behaved. He took a piece of cake and ate it slowly, took a sip of milk, and then walked toward the studio in small steps.

Ning Sinian's thick eyebrows that flew sideways into his temples frowned unconsciously. If Wei Xiyan really beat his son several times, why would his son take the initiative to look for him?

He suppressed his anxiety and continued to look down.
Chapter completed!