Young Master Gong, your wife has been sealed as a queen

"No, on the contrary, she looks like a painter." She said with a smile.

"You know, at the beginning, I didn't have much money. On the day I met her, I gave her the only two breads left on my body. I remember very clearly that she ate very fast at that time, as if she hadn't eaten for a long time. Same."

The director looked into the distance, and Ah Shuang's appearance appeared in his mind again: "When she looked up at me, although she was very dirty and her face was covered with mud, her eyes were the most beautiful I have ever seen. His eyes are like the clearest crystals in the world."

"If she hadn't been born humble, she would have had a better life." Su Miaomiao sighed.

Shooting begins.

"Action——"

A gust of salty wind was blowing from the lake, Gu An took out a bottle of water from his bag, gulped it down, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the lake in front of him, feeling filled with emotion.

This lake is simply too beautiful, he stayed here for a full three hours, and he didn't draw half of its beauty on paper.

After letting himself rest for a while, he picked up the brush again.

Just as I was about to dip some paint and continue painting, suddenly a little homeless man came by.

He followed his eyes, and saw that little tramp's hair was extremely disheveled, his face was so dark that people couldn't see his true face, his body was terribly thin, and his clothes were picked up from nowhere, and they were extremely messy. Approaching, there is a natural stench on the body.

He looked at her lightly, but suddenly froze, looking into her eyes.

Her eyes are even clearer than this beautiful lake.

She suddenly squatted down and stared at her bag without blinking. His bag was scattered on the grass, revealing a sandwich and two breads. This was his lunch today.

He is a poor painter. Although he claims to be a genius, not many people like his paintings, so his daily source of income is limited to distributing newspapers to others.

Every Monday to Friday, he would distribute newspapers across various urban areas. On Saturdays and Sundays, he likes to go to various places to sketch and draw the beautiful scenery that he wants to preserve.

He tried his best to control the daily meal money within 10 yuan, and he no longer had the ability to afford the extra meal money.

Thinking of this, but looking at the little girl in front of her again, she seemed to be extremely hungry, with salivation shining in her eyes.

Feeling his stomach growling, he sighed and stared at her with pretty eyes: "Do you want to eat?"

Feeling his kindness, Ah Shuang nodded desperately.

Although she was extremely hungry now, she did not choose to openly rob.

He squatted down to get close to his backpack, opened the backpack, picked up the sandwich inside, and just about to hand it to her, he quickly retracted, picked up the remaining one of the two breads, and handed them all to her.

She sat directly on the grass, took the bread he handed over, and swallowed vigorously.

He suddenly laughed when he saw her eating, and took out another piece of milk from his bag that he only drank once a week.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Her voice was extremely gentle, like a feather, slowly soothing the heart, Ah Shuang looked up at him dully, and involuntarily took the milk he handed over.

Almost in an instant, she drank the milk down her stomach.

He took out the wet wipes he carried with him from his bag, and gently wiped her face.

Not everyone is born with a good background. Some people have exhausted their efforts just to learn to survive. Although it is unfair, there is no way to change it.

Ah Shuang sat obediently on the ground, slightly raised her face, and let the wet wipe wipe her face back and forth. He didn't use much force, but there was some stinging pain when she wiped her face.

After all these years, she has never seen a good person.

She has been wandering here for a long time, and occasionally a kind old grandma will come to feed her.

But when he encountered more situations, he walked away in disgust.

I still remember that once, because an aunt gave me some money, she was targeted by several beggars around Zhuzhu, who dragged her into the alley and beat her for half an hour, and then robbed her of all the money. This thing is over.

She stared at Gu An without blinking, as if she wanted to completely engrave his image in her heart.

Is this person an angel?

Time passed by, Gu An was still sketching there with a brush, and two hours later, A Shuang seemed to be too tired from watching him paint, so she found a tree root and fell asleep on the tree.

The night wind is cool.

It was getting late, Gu An put away the drawing board and prepared to go home.

Perhaps because she heard a little messy noise, Ah Shuang, who was sleeping next to the big tree, had her eyes lit up for a moment. Seeing that he was about to leave, she stumbled to his side.

He didn't say anything, just looked at him with big eyes blinking.

He chuckled and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here by yourself? Where is your home? I'll take you home."

"Home?" She tilted her head, her eyes flashed with confusion: "What is home?"

This was the first time he heard her speak, and her voice was beautiful, with a hint of ethereal charm.

At the same time, she was a little immature. Hearing her answer, Gu An couldn't help being surprised.

The girl in front of him did seem to be mentally handicapped, but now he couldn't tell exactly what kind of illness the girl had. Before he could think about it, he took the girl's hand and said softly, "I'll take you to the police station."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl desperately broke free from his hand.

He stepped back very frightened, his eyes full of panic, just like a frightened kitten.

He took a step forward in doubt, and comforted softly: "What's the matter? You can tell me if there is anything."

She didn't say anything, just took another deep look at him, and then ran away very quickly. Under the streetlight, her shadow was stretched very long.

Only then did he notice that she had lost her shoes. It was summer and there were a lot of gravel on the road.

He wanted to catch up, but before he could catch up, her figure completely disappeared at the end.

He felt a little disappointed, and was just about to leave when he found a pair of worn-out shoes beside the big tree.

It was indeed the girl who dropped it just now, and he held the shoes in his arms.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked in the direction in which the girl disappeared.

This girl is really mysterious. What kind of person is she? She looks like a tramp, but why is she so scared when it comes to the police station?

The cold wind at night suddenly went away, he shivered suddenly, and quickly took his drawing board, before he had time to think about it, he was preparing to go back to his home by the dim light of the street lamp.

Driving alone on the road, he doesn't like dealing with other people.