Fast time travel: Mr. President, play tricks

Chapter 43

"Hee hee~ I'm hungry~" Mousse held Qin Siyan's hand happily, with dependence in her eyes.

Qin Siyan was taken aback, "Are you hungry? I see you ate a lot at noon~" She laughed and teased him, wanting to see him blushing shyly.

"That's because... I've been thinking about Yanyan~" Mousse leaned into Qin Siyan's ear and said cheerfully, but this time, it was Qin Siyan who blushed.

Qin Siyan clenched Mousse's hand even more, she wanted to give him enough sense of security.Mousse felt the restraint in his hands, and looked down at Qin Siyan, his eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Yanyan, what are we going to eat?" Mousse asked curiously, wondering what kind of surprise this person in front of him would bring to him?

"Let's go shopping, how about I cook it for you when we get home?" Qin Siyan raised her head slightly so that Mousse could see the sincerity on her face.

Mousse swallowed, thinking of the good taste of the steak at noon, he nodded.

Qin Siyan smiled, and remembered Mousse's reaction in her heart. She knew that Mousse must have known what she had done at noon. As for how she knew... Hehe... The pawns she put in were not for nothing of.

Qin Siyan took Mousse and quickly finished shopping. During the period, in order to prevent Mousse from being too hungry, Qin Siyan bought some small biscuits for Mousse to put on the bottom.

After returning home, Qin Siyan let Mousse go for a stroll while she went to the kitchen.

Mousse played in the living room for a while, and felt a little bored. On a whim, he wanted to visit Qin Siyan's bedroom, and he did as soon as he thought of it, which was his usual style.

With his ingenuity, Mousse accurately found the existence of Qin Siyan's bedroom, but the moment he opened the door, he was stunned.

I saw his own portraits pasted everywhere on the walls of the room, some taking a nap, some looking at the sky against the light, and some of him squinting his eyes as if he was very happy... The portraits are not A gesture, no expression can be repeated, Mousse himself can hardly imagine that he has such a vivid expression.

He walked into the room slowly, gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing the silence of the room, and the more he walked into the room, the more frightened he became.If he didn't feel his real existence, he would think that the people in these paintings were him, a real him.

The skill of the person who drew him is profound, which he has never seen since he was born, and the affection of the person who painted him is something he has never felt... Mousse walked to the desk, where there was a There is no finished painting.

The person in the painting raised his head slightly, a few drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, his lips were slightly parted, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, exuding a cheerful posture.

Mousse could even feel the comfort and obsession of the person in the painting at that time. Mousse pursed his lips tightly, and tears gradually condensed in his eyes.

In this painting, apart from the head, the lower part of the body is not finished.In other words, the painter is not satisfied with the part he painted before, and has revised it many times before and after, but still cannot draw what he wants.

From the traces that have been erased, Mousse knows that these words must have consumed a lot of energy of the painter.

Mousse sat down, trying to see what it once looked like from the faded traces.

Suddenly, his pupils shrink slightly, this action...

(End of this chapter)