Looking at the stack of drawing papers in Aunt Sun's arms, Qin Huan suddenly had the idea to look at all those paintings. He wanted to know if he was the only one in the warm paintings, but when he saw the expectation in Aunt Sun's eyes
After looking at him, he turned his head and said awkwardly: "Since it is me who painted the paintings, I will burn these paintings myself!"
When Aunt Sun heard this, she immediately felt indignant for Nuan Nuan. These paintings were all Nuan Nuan's hard work. How could Qin Huan burn them at will? But he was her young master, and she couldn't catch him, beat him up, and let him go.
Lowering her voice, Aunt Sun was ready to show her affection and reason to Qin Huan.
"Master, for the sake of Nuan Nuan having painted so many of you, please don't burn them. After all, this is Nuan Nuan's hard work. Look, this painting is so good and it looks so much like you. It's just like
They are carved from the same mold."
Seeing that Qin Huan was still unmoved, Aunt Sun couldn't help but feel anxious: "Master, if you burn these, there will be a big smell in the house. Aren't you unable to smell this smell? For the sake of your health,
, you can’t burn it either.”
The more Qin Huan listened, the more he felt that what Aunt Sun said was outrageous. He was afraid that she would bring up something else. He waved his hand and said to Aunt Sun: "You can go down first. These paintings will stay here. I won't burn them for the time being."
Aunt Sun glanced at Qin Huan suspiciously, but she saw that Qin Huan's eyes had already fallen on the cactus on the window sill, "That's from Nuannuan. It's said to be able to protect against radiation..."
Aunt Sun wanted to say a few good words for Nuan Nuan, but she saw that Qin Huan had turned her head, and there was a hint of anger in her dark eyes. Aunt Sun's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put all the paintings in her hand on Qin Huan's face.
He jumped onto Huan's big bed and ran out, as fast as he was chasing a mad dog.
Qin Huan stared at the stack of paintings on the bed for a long time, until the sunlight faded from the room. He finally got up, walked to the bed and sat down. The joints of the hand he had been squeezing were still white.
Picking up the paintings, the heavy weight in his hands told him that there were many of them.
For the first time, Qin Huan dealt with the first thing about warmth very patiently. He looked at every portrait carefully, even the smallest expressions.
Every picture of Qin Huan in the paintings has a smile on his face. The smile is like a jar of aged wine, with a mellow and intoxicating aroma. His eyes have faded away from the cold and sharp covering, making the world feel moved.
The enchanting tenderness seems to make water drip from it.
Qin Huan's eyes widened in surprise. Is this gentle man in the painting really him? His smile, his gentleness, seemed to be like seeing his favorite lover in the world. That kind of gentleness even reached him.
I looked distracted.
Did he ever smile at Nuan Nuan? Qin Huan recalled carefully that he seemed to have always been cold towards Nuan Nuan. Because of his disgust, he never gave her a good look.
But, why can Nuan Nuan be able to draw him smiling?
The last beam of light during the day was swallowed up by darkness, and a crescent moon rose from the east, opening the curtain of darkness.
Qin Huan did not turn on the lights. Except for the moonlight shining in front of the bed from the window, his world was still dark.
He was lying on the bed, and those paintings kept flashing in his mind. They were like a nightmare, wrapping around him tightly. As soon as he closed his eyes, the paintings would rush towards him overwhelmingly.
The owner of the painting also followed closely. She stood there with a bright smile on her palm-sized face, and her big black eyes were like stars in the night sky, shining with attractive light, but the depth of her eyes was deep.
But there was an unbreakable sadness everywhere, and that sadness stayed in his heart, lingering.