On the Mediterranean coast of southern Europe, it's a bit cold in early spring. Even the warm sunshine cannot drive away the coolness of the sky. The sky is as blue as usual, dazzling, as if just looking up at it, your cheeks will be dyed such a pure blue.
The gentle wind blew across the azure sea, bringing with it a moist, warm and salty smell unique to the Mediterranean.
There is a rolling hillside not far from the sea. The newly grown leaves are washed green by the morning dew and reflect a white luster under the sunlight.
There is a field of hyacinth flowers, pink, blue, red, yellow and purple blooming all over the hillside.
Its petals are full of energy after absorbing the dew all night.
And right in the middle of the flowers, sat a little oriental girl who looked to be only five or six years old.
It is rare to see oriental faces here.
Ye Chen, who just arrived here early in the morning, saw this picture.
The girl's facial features are extremely delicate, her fair skin is as bright as fine porcelain, and her delicate mouth is like the first cherry in spring that is dyed a faint red by the warm wind. The most eye-catching thing is her pair of pretty and charming eyes.
Big black eyes with oriental characteristics.
Those eyes were pure without any trace of magnification, which reminded people of the crystal clear water of a mountain stream, clean and transparent.
It's rare to see such a pair of eyes.
The girl kept her head lowered, concentrating on painting something on the white canvas in front of her. The sunlight outlined a beautiful halo on her pink cheeks, like a bright halo cast by God himself.
Ye Chen was very curious. He quietly walked behind the girl to see what she was drawing.
But before he could get closer, the girl suddenly turned around in panic and saw a strange face, with space in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen said in Mandarin out of desperation.
He approached slowly, cautiously, lest he frighten the elves in the wind. His tone was softer than ever before, and there was a smile on his brows.
This scene is so familiar. Many years ago, he also sat here, waiting for his elf to appear. The oriental girl in front of him reminded him inexplicably of Liang Yimo. She was as big as this girl at that time, and he couldn't help but
He became much closer to the girl in front of him.
Maybe he didn't laugh like this often and forgot what it felt like, so the smile he showed made the girl even more frightened. There was panic in her eyes, and she accidentally knocked all the fuel in her hand onto the canvas.
The girl's work all morning was so easily destroyed by her.
"Don't panic."
Ye Chen hurried forward and squatted down to pick up the brushes and paints on the ground for the elf-like girl one by one. When he raised his head, he found that the girl had already run far away and quickly disappeared into the flower field.
, really like an elf.
Ye Chen touched his face in confusion. Don't children nowadays like his face like this?
He smiled unconsciously, it seemed that his charm had declined.
Lowering his head and looking at the paintbrush in his hand and the tools on the ground, Ye Chen bent down and picked them all up.
He carefully flipped through the drawing book left behind by the girl. All the paintings in it were of this flower field. Judging from the notes, he was still a beginner, but he already had a good sense of color, which was very good.
Under each of the girl's paintings, two Chinese characters were written one stroke at a time: Qing Qing.
Her name?
Ye Chen recited the word silently in his mind. It sounded very good and very suitable for girls.
He put away his tools and left.
He has a villa nearby, and he stays here for a fixed period of time every year. Sometimes he sits in the flower field and is lost in thought, but this year he suddenly had a harvest.
He had a hunch that the girl would come again.
Ye Chen suddenly laughed at himself, when would he believe this?
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Liang Yimo handed the wrapped purple hyacinth to Mr. Smith across the street. He would come to her at this time every day to buy a bouquet of flowers for his Mrs. Smith.
Mr. Smith is over seventy years old this year, and his feelings for his wife, Mrs. Smith, have not changed.
Although his lover, Mrs. Smith, could no longer see the color of the flower or whether it had withered, Mr. Smith still insisted on replacing her window with a fresh bouquet of flowers every day.
Qingqing suddenly ran in from outside and ran to the backyard.
After sending Mr. Smith away, Liang Yimo went into the backyard and saw Qingqing working on the puzzle in silence.
Liang Yimo approached, "Qingqing, didn't you go to learn painting? Why are you back so early?"
Qingqing's calmness has improved. Liang Yimo will often talk to her patiently for a while, and sometimes he will reply with a sentence. Even one sentence will make Liang Yimo extremely excited.
In particular, she found that Qingqing was very interested in puzzles and painting, so she sent Qingqing to an old painter to let her learn painting. Qingqing has been there for three months, and she was supposed to send Qingqing again this morning.
The past one was suddenly rejected by Qingqing, "No need to send... I will go myself..."
She was worried at first, but when she saw Qingqing's firm eyes, she gave up, but she was worried about it all morning.
After all, this was her first time going out alone.
Fortunately, the painter lived not far from here, so she felt relieved.
Liang Yimo asked for a long time, but still didn't say anything when he saw Qingqing, feeling a little anxious.
I was afraid that she would be bullied, and my heart ached.
She hugged Qingqing tightly in her arms, trembling all over. She really hoped that her child could be like a healthy child, able to call her mother loudly and run unscrupulously in the sun.
A pair of small hands suddenly reached out to her face and wiped her tears, "Mom... don't cry... don't cry..."
Putting his soft little hands on Liang Yimo's cold skin, the blood in his body warmed up with a bang.
Liang Yimo burst into tears and smiled. She put her head on Qingqing's little hand and placed it on her face, feeling, "Qingqing, can you call me mommy?"
"Mother."
"Are you calling me again?"
"Mother."
"..."
Nothing made Liang Yimo happier than this moment, just like this, she held her baby and felt the warmth.
Qingqing is everything to Liang Yimo, and she only has Qingqing. She hopes more than anyone else that Qingqing can live a happier life day by day, so that her childhood will no longer be gloomy.
Xiao Qingqing could not help but think of the strange man she had just met. Today's painting teacher had finished her lesson early because she had something to do and asked her to go home.
Qingqing also went to a secret base she had just discovered as usual.
Because no one came there, the flowers were blooming all over the hillside and it was very beautiful. She wanted to finish her homework there, but she didn't expect to meet a stranger today.
Qingqing really liked that place. She thought that person wouldn't go there every day. At worst, she wouldn't go there for a few days. She would go there after the person left.
Thinking of this, Qingqing lowered her head and started playing with the puzzle in her hand.