Her Little Sweet Lover

the other side.

A clean and elegant tea house with two compartments.

Shen Tingyu lighted the pot of Dongting Biluochun, cleaned his hands, and wiped it with the gray handkerchief he brought with him.

Yu Xinghe sat on the opposite side, his eyes pure, "Sorry, I have an appointment with you, and I want you to pick it up."

Shen Tingyu smiled, "It's okay to drop by."

He has always been smart, and there are more people who like his paintings, but no one, especially such a young girl, dares to ask for his contact information so directly.

Shen Tingyu smiled, his expression was impeccable, and he said what he was thinking: "Ms. Yu has something to say?"

She had already reported her name just now in the car.

Yu Xinghe didn't expect him to be so straightforward, but she was not good at polite scenes.

She nodded and stared at Shen Tingyu: "I have a painting in my hand," paused: "It's exactly the same as your "Shadow."

It’s exactly the same. It’s not accurate. Except for printing, there can’t be two identical paintings in the world, even by the same author. This is the same as there are no two eggs of the same shape in the world.

But the composition, color scheme, and exquisite detail design are indeed the same.

Shen Tingyu's fingertips holding the teacup visibly paused. This panic was fleeting, and he raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Yu Xinghe observed the subtle changes in his expression.

Shen Tingyu took a sip of tea: "That picture has been around for more than 20 years. It's not surprising that someone copied it."

Yu Xinghe said: "The date of the signature of that painting is before "Shadow"."

There is no signature in the painting.

The eyes of the two crossed, and for a long time, Shen Tingyu said, "What does Miss Yu mean."

Yu Xinghe pursed his lips: "Sorry, I have no intention of offending, but that painting may be related to a person who is particularly important to me, so I took the liberty to come to you."

That painting was created much earlier than "Shadow". Yu Xinghe is not a connoisseur. It is not clear whether the two paintings were made by the same person. It is related to Shen Tingyu's reputation. If he really copied someone else's painting, then he must know who the original is.

Yu Xinghe considered it very clearly that whether he deceived the public and used the copying of the painting as the original has nothing to do with her. As long as he tells her the information of the original creator, she is willing to give him the evidence.

But if both of these paintings were made by him, Yu Xinghe looked at the gentleman in front of him.

Is this person the one that mother will never forget forever?

A few seconds after she was distracted, Shen Tingyu had already spoken: "How to prove that your words are true."

Yu Xinghe was ready to open the phone, click into the album, find a photo, and push the phone over, "This is the original I took."

Shen Tingyu swept his gaze, the pen was drawn, the lines were squiggly, and he knew it with just one glance.

He slowed down and looked up: "Who is Jiang Hongmei from you."

He said the name directly, and Yu Xinghe's heart was pounding: "It's my mother."

"Where is she now."

"She... has passed away."

Shen Tingyu raised her eyebrows instantly, her eyes shaking: "She's dead?"

When the voice fell, Shen Tingyu felt that the words were inappropriate, and Shen Tingyu's volume was slightly lowered, "When did it happen?"

Yu Xinghe didn't answer this question, only staring at Shen Tingyu: "You really know my mother."

"So, did you give her this painting?"

…

This night, Yu Xinghe could not sleep.

The family moved to a foreign country that year. My father's work was not going well. The couple started quarreling day and night. Not long after, the mother was seriously ill. She had been in the doctor for many years but could not save herself. She died a year later, less than two years later. The stepmother came in.

The stepmother is also a Chinese. The first half of the year was fine. She was not very intimate but not too alienated. She maintained the surface peace and did not treat her badly.

Until that rainy night.

She was only sixteen years old that year.

I came out to drink water in the middle of the night and heard the fierce quarrel between the father and the stepmother in the room.

The stepmother said, she is not yours, why should we raise her.

Up to now, Yu Xinghe still clearly remembered his reaction at that time, fingers were cold, and he stubbornly grabbed the glass of water and rubbed it out of their room step by step.

The father's voice came from inside, "You keep your voice down. She has no relatives and no reason. Who will care about her when she is sent back to the country? Besides, she called me Dad since she was born. I can't do this."

"Didn't you say that her father paints and can't raise children?"

"I only heard her mother mention it once, and I don't even know what the person's name is, how can I find it?"

Still arguing inside, Yu Xinghe's small body leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground, burying himself deeply in his knees.

That night, no one knew what happened outside the door.

She didn't mention it to anyone.

The loss of his mother is already a serious injury, and it turns out that the father is not the father either.

She carefully guarded her only dignity, lived and studied as usual, but no longer asked to buy things other than necessities.

Later, I had a younger brother.

The three of them are a family.

She is sensitive, and she will only answer a question from her father inadvertently.

Also gradually became speechless.

When he was eighteen years old, Yu Xinghe moved out of the house under the pretext that he wanted to be independent and wanted to exercise.

She rented one of the small bedrooms in a single-family house. The neighbor is a few Chinese students. She usually attends classes and works part-time. She does several jobs every day, and only goes back to see her father on holidays.

Only she knows how she came here in those few years.

Until the first half of this year, she saw the painting in her mother's relics. It was something her mother had cherished for a lifetime.

Yu Xinghe's mind gradually became more active, wondering if the painting might be related to her biological father.

Not for anything else, just for my own peace of mind. No matter what kind of grievances they had back then, that was after all their only relatives in this world. Even if the adoptive father was kind to her, it could not stop the blood thicker than water.

She didn't want to be confused, and never know who her biological father was for the rest of her life.

So he returned home.

She hardly made any choice, and went straight to the capital.

The happiest days in life are the most unscrupulous, self-willed, coquettish, arrogant, those beautiful things that are gone forever.

It's all here.

In the first few months, she had no clue. The relatives on the mother's side could not count on it, and could not find it. She was hard-tempered, and her boyfriend who was opposed to her talks back then, she ran away from home and completely cut off contact with her family. Yu Xinghe always thought That man is the foster father.

Thinking about it now, it's probably for the biological father.

I don’t know what the mother experienced in those years. She was pregnant with a child, but left her biological father and married her adoptive father.

Yu Xinghe didn't have much savings, so he found a kindergarten as a part-time piano teacher.

Until one day she saw a piece of news that the famous painter Shen Tingyu will start a seven-day solo exhibition in the capital.

The attached picture has his photos and representative works, one of which is his famous work: "Shadow".

So she went to that art exhibition.

Yu Xinghe lay on the bed, closed his eyes, the light of the night light was dim and yellow, and the sleep aid incense seemed to have no effect.

Today, Shen Tingyu did not answer her question at the end, "I will tell you after seeing that painting."

He is going to another place tomorrow, and they will meet as soon as they make an appointment.

Take her picture with you.

…

He Siling made a surprise attack this time to celebrate Tang Huaili's birthday, but it was unsuccessful.

It is said that Tang Huaili didn't go home at midnight at midnight. She called and he said that he was socializing.

He Siling was disappointed, but she also felt sorry for her husband's hard work every day.

She didn't play tricks, and the two men made up their birthday the next day, and she hurried back, because it was the day when Xiaomi played in two days.

This is the first performance in Xiaomi's life.

The performance was scheduled half a month ago. The kindergarten contacted the shopping mall and decided to hold a cultural performance in the central hall on the first floor of the shopping mall at 10 o'clock this morning. The children rehearsed for this performance for half a month and prepared eight programs.

The stage has been set up and there is still half an hour left. Behind the large LED screen is a temporary backstage. The children from the first three shows have already dressed up. Yu Xinghe squatted halfway to adjust the position of the princess crown for Xiaomi.

She wore a pair of blue jeans, low-waisted and self-cultivating, and a loose milky white sweater on the upper body. The neckline faintly revealed a nice collarbone. A heart-shaped colorful gold collarbone chain made her skin white.

Xiaomi stood obediently and let her take care of herself, Xiaorou put on makeup on her face, pasted with sequins of Bu Ling Bu Ling, a curly head **** with two soaring twitches, and her hair was curled up and exploded on her forehead.

Yu Xinghe carefully clamped the broken hair with small clips, and squeezed her small chin: "Are you ready?"

Xiaomi replied loudly: "Ready!"

Not long after, the principal called for someone, and the host began.

Billiards hall on the third floor.

In the morning, there were not many people, and a dozen tables were mostly empty. The innermost table was near the railing. He Youting took off his jacket and wore only a casual thin sweater. He lowered his body and put the cue on his slender and powerful fingers. The black ball goes into the hole.

Clear Taiwan in one shot.

Qin Hao on the side was not angry, "Also let people not play?"

Da Zhou said, "Don't take him next time."

He Youting glanced at the two of them and looked at Qin Hao: "The health care expert smokes, be careful to be seen by your leader."

Qin Hao was nervous, and subconsciously hid the cigarette in his mouth behind him, and glanced around, "Who has smoked, can I have a dry addiction after two bites?"

He Youting ignored him. He twisted the bottle of water and poured his head up half of the bottle. A few drops of crystals fell on the corners of his lips and slipped into the collar along the rolling point of his neck.

As soon as the downstairs sound was turned on, it was rumbling and deafening. He Youting stood his cue in the corner and put his arm on the railing to look down.

The children on the stage were able to jump vigorously. The C position turned out to be Xiaomi, wearing a crown and a little white gauze skirt.

Music is a song he hasn't heard before, anyway, it is the kind that is sweet and lively.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside the stage, part of which are parents, and more are passing by to watch the excitement.

At the front of the crowd, there was a girl dancing vigorously.

Because she wanted to remind the children, she moved as wide as possible, very hard, loosely **** a ponytail, and her fine bangs swayed up and down with her movements.

The beautiful scenery is always irresistible, and some of the phones that used to take pictures of children have been quietly pointed at Yu Xinghe at some point.

He Youting frowned, everyone, the good children didn't shoot, but the teacher.

Qin Hao and Da Zhou also came to join in the fun. The men are together, and the topic of discussion is always inseparable from the woman. Da Zhou's eye thief, he glanced at the most eye-catching Yu Xinghe in the crowd. He is a little short-sighted. Although he can't see his face, he has a good figure. No more.

"Hey, the girl in white clothes in the middle, the dancing one, did you see that leg and waist, is the quality of kindergarten teachers so high now?"

"Where?" Qin Hao also leaned forward, leaning out half of his body quickly, and squinted his eyes to take a closer look. "Really, there should be some skinny ones, hey?" He wondered, "Why look a little bit thin?" Familiar, old He, this girl looks like your classmate."

The voice fell, and there was no response for a long time.

Qin Hao turned his head, the person next to him looked gloomy.

Smelly face is ok.

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