When he got home, Shi Niange just entered the door and saw Shi Cola's child sticking out his butt, lying on the carpet, with watercolor pens of various colors on his hand, and a piece of white paper in front of him was covered with various colors. In the messy pile of colors, he saw a black picture in the middle that looked like a person. It can only be said that it looked like... After all, although Shi Cola's child had good academic performance in kindergarten, he was really ugly in painting, and probably did not have this talent.

Every time she saw Lele's paintings, she was very distressed. In the United States, every time she had some small painting creative competitions in kindergartens, the teacher gave Lele's words to her and asked her if she could sign her child up for a painting class.

Shi Niange thought, but he really didn’t have time before.

She walked over and squatted beside her and looked at Lele: "What are you painting? What is the black ball in the middle? Is it a human or a dog?"

Lele smiled and raised her little face. Only then did she see that the little girl's chin and hands were filled with various watercolor pen colors. She probably had to rub it hard when she was bathing her later, otherwise these colors would have to be washed for a long time before they would fall off.

"Mommy, I'm drawing dad." Lele pointed to the black ball of things in the middle of the picture, which is not known to be human or dog: "The homework that the teacher left for us today is to draw mom and dad and myself. Mom, I know how to draw it. It's just a person with long hair. I'm just a villain with two small braids, but Dad, I can't draw it. Mom, buy me a dad earlier, I'll see dad. This is the dad I imagined myself!"

Shi Nian Ge: "…"

Lele put down his brush and threw himself into her arms. His little hands had various colors. He raised his little hands and touched Shi Niange's face, and then said with a smile: "Mommy, why are your eyes red?"

Shi Niange had just driven back and was sure that he had never cried, but he suppressed all his emotions and kept his eyes open and looked at the road ahead. He drove seriously. It was probably because he had been open for too long without blinking.

She smiled and raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, hugged Lele and sat directly on the carpet: "It's okay, the wind outside just now was too strong and it was blown red, which hurts a little."

"Oh oh oh." Lele's little face was written with heartache. He held Shi Niange's face, quickly raised his face and leaned on her eyelid and kissed her a few times: "Lele kisses her for mommy, but mommy's eyes won't hurt."

Seeing that the mother and daughter were sticky there again, Aunt Xiang smiled and went to the bathroom to make water: "Hurry and wash Lele's hands quickly, the color will rub against your face."

"It's okay, I'll wash it later, I'll draw with her." Shi Niange said, hugging Lele with one hand, picking up the painting Lele just now with the other, and looking at the black thing in the middle, not knowing what to say, it's just a feeling... Lele doesn't seem to know whether it's a person, a toy or an animal when she's feeling.

I don’t know if her father will know her existence one day. At present, he probably doesn’t want to know and is unwilling to have any contact with her again.

But at least we should establish a normal concept for children. Just talk nonsense at home. When we go out, we can’t say that my dad is a toy or my dad is this black thing.

So Shi Niange picked up the nature of not allowing anyone to discredit Qin Siting's image many years ago, grabbed the watercolor pen on the ground, took another piece of white paper next to it, and started painting on it.

Maybe I would like to thank her for her habit of copying those comics when she was bored in class, so her painting skills were not good, but she could still read them at least.

Based on the Qin Siting in her original impression, she drew an image that looked quite similar to him. Well, her eyebrows should look better, her nose should be straighter, and her mouth should be slightly thinner than the one in the picture... Well... the hair is shorter, at least what I saw today is much shorter than when I was a student. Well... the actual body proportions are a little more perfect than those in the picture...

After finishing drawing, Shi Niange stared at the picture for a long time, then put down his pen.

"Wow, what is this?" Lele looked at her mother with surprise and actually drew a person, who was still a very good-looking person: "Is this my father?"

No wonder the other children's fathers are all men. It turns out that her father is also a man, and he is a human being!

"Yes." Shi Niange thought about it, then picked up the pen and wrote a line of words under it - Shi Cole's father.

Although Lele is young, he can't write these words, but he recognizes them and can still read them. He shook his head and pronounced them out loud. Then he excitedly ran to Aunt Xiang with the painting: "Grandma Xiangxiang, my dad looks so good!"

Aunt Xiang poked her head out of the bathroom and took a look, then silently looked up and looked at Shi Niange's direction. She was about to tease her why she actually drew a person, but she saw Shi Niange sitting on the carpet, holding the watercolor pen that she had just written, silently not knowing what she was thinking, but from the back, you can see a sense of depression.

Aunt Xiang quickly patted Lele's head and said, "Yes, it looks so good. Lele's father is so handsome. Be good. Mom finally helped you draw it. Put it away. Don't put it in the bathroom. If it gets wet, it will be gone."

"Okay, okay!" Lele jumped happily and carefully folded the painting and put it in his cute little schoolbag.

Shi Niange would never have thought that Lele would often take this picture in the future and tell others that this is my father when he sees it.

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Lishui Villa.

The off-white Porsche parked in front of the villa door. Qin Siting got out of the car and paused his eyes. He saw that the weeds that were originally tall in the yard of the villa opposite were cleaned up. A cleaning car was parked outside. Someone was carrying the weeds out and throwing them into the cleaning car.

He looked at the front yard of the villa that had been restored to tidy, and the dusty carved door had been wiped clean. He only glanced at it for a few seconds and turned around and entered his door without looking back.

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

Qin Siting's tone was not very warm: "I won't go, tell her that there is no place to pretend to be tears in the hospital clinic. No one can help her if she is not strong. I happened to pass by today and saw this helping me once. It was considered to make up for the loss of hurting the Ling family's face. I was not interested in her and I didn't have to rely on me."

"Ah?" Dr. Zhou didn't understand.

Qin Siting didn't have the patience to care about these other people's business anymore, so he hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. As soon as he was about to return to the room, he suddenly heard the phone ringing again like a death-seeking soul.

Turning his eyes and seeing Li Nanheng’s caller ID.

It's really a death-hunting person.
Chapter completed!