Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

"I know, teacher!"

I can honestly say that Li Muhuan's handwriting is the best among all the children.

The font is square, small and pretty, and you can tell at first glance that it was written by a pretty girl.

After school, other children liked to play and fight in the yard, but she was different.

She liked to paint quietly, just like the day when she first met Bai Ning at the beach.

The content of the paintings is very simple, sometimes it is the endless blue sky, sometimes it is the distant mountains with lush green leaves.

Children of her age are naturally innocent and kind-hearted, their horizons are not broad, and their little hearts are easily satisfied.

When Li Muhuan paints, there is always a strange light in his eyes, which is the love for art and the infinite longing for the future.

Bai Ning picked up his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and pressed the shutter button to record this scene permanently.

"Teacher Bai, are you secretly taking pictures of me?"

Li Muhuan, still holding the palette in his hand, turned around and asked in confusion.

There are not many colors on the palette, only four colors: red, green, blue and white, but these colors are enough to mix all the colors you want.

"Yes, Huanhuan is so cute, anyone would be unable to resist taking a few more photos of you."

Bai Ning chuckled: "I am a layman, of course, no exception."

In fact, she had always wanted a daughter, firstly to keep Lan Shining company, and secondly to copy and paste herself and give her all the gentle maternal love.

But now things have changed and that unrealized idea can only be strangled in the cradle.

After all, she and Lan Qichen could never go back to the past.

Damn, why did I think of him again?

When Bai Ning came to his senses, he found that his eyes were slightly moist.

"Teacher, what are you thinking about?"

At some point, Li Muhuan had put down the palette in his hand, quietly came forward, and stared at Bai Ning's face in confusion.

"Teacher, you are crying."

The little girl asked with concern: "Do adults also have unhappy things?"

To be honest, since leaving Yuncheng and forgetting all his worries, Bai Ning has rarely been so sad and sentimental.

The breeze at the seaside was gentle and peaceful, but it could not blow away the knots in her heart.

"You'll know when you grow up."

Bai Ning rubbed the little girl's head lovingly and said softly, "What children need to do is to be happy every day and study hard. Don't worry about other things. Everything will work out when the time comes."

The last sentence seemed to be spoken to Li Muhuan, but in fact it was spoken to himself.

Yes, things will work out when the time comes. Living in the present is the most important thing. Why worry about so many unimportant things?

"Teacher, I drew a portrait for you last week. My drawing skills are mediocre. Please don't laugh at me when you see it!"

Li Muhuan seemed to understand the unspeakable meaning in Bai Ning's words. He obediently put the matter aside and shifted the topic to his own paintings.

Perhaps it was because she was young and immature, or perhaps it was because of insufficient conditions, the colors of her paintings were not complicated. She only used simple lines to outline the framework and then added a little color to make a painting.

Bai Ning smiled slightly and said, "How could that be?"

It is a good thing for children to have their own interests and hobbies. Maybe one day they will achieve great success and become famous.

"Okay, teacher. I'll get it for you to see!"

Li Muhuan skipped to the classroom, took out the painting, and showed it to Bai Ning.

8a The image of a gentle female teacher sitting on the podium and correcting students' homework is outlined with black and white lines on the rice paper. Although the painting skills are not superb, it can be seen that the little girl has painted very carefully.

"Teacher, how is it? Do you like it?"

Bai Ning looked at her own portrait on the rice paper and suddenly remembered her second brother Gong Ming in the Gong family. On the day she returned home to recognize her relatives, he also gave her a portrait of his sister with both hands.

Li Muhuan's painting skills are certainly incomparable to Gong Ming's, there is a huge difference between them, but that does not affect Bai Ning's liking for the portrait painted by the former for him.