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The snow fell harder and harder, and the child on his shoulders curled up in his down jacket and slowly fell asleep.Penniless, Gu Qing hugged him and walked on the street for a while, not knowing where to go.All the shops on the street were closed, Gu Qing looked at the brightly lit automatic ATM hall, and knocked on the door of a private gallery.

This gallery is opened by a retired painter, and it contains paintings by him and his friends. He often brings Leon here when he was a child. He likes a still life oil painting that has never been sold, and he counts the fruits on it every day.I haven't come here often for more than a year, and I don't know if the old man in the gallery still remembers him.

"Mr. Willis?" After the door opened, the older owner smiled in surprise: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I lost my keys and mobile phone when I went out. Please keep us for one night."

"The misfortunes of Christmas are all a joke of God," said the kind old man. "Come with me."

Many still life oil paintings that Gu Qing had never seen were added to the gallery, and the painting that Leon loved was still there, hanging at the bottom of the wall.Lu Qing walked past several display walls with the child in his arms, and finally stopped in front of a gray-green wooden door.

"Let's stay here for a while, and leave tomorrow when the snow stops."

"Thank you." Lu Qing walked in with the child in his arms.

What the owner of the gallery opened for them was the room where the painter rested temporarily. It was very narrow inside, with only one long and narrow window. The room was divided into two parts through the middle of the window. One side is empty.Gu Qing put the child on the bed, wrapped him in his down jacket, sat on the stool beside the bed, and wiped his snot with a paper.

The yellowish light outside was much brighter because of the snow, and through the narrow and high windows, it cast the shadow of a cross on the floor beside the bed.Leon frowned in his sleep, and tightened his grip on the fabric in his hand.Gu Qing got up and touched his forehead, then took the drawing board to the side where the light came from.The linen canvas is like a natural curtain, the cross on the floor disappears, and the light becomes soft again.

Taking him out like this is really unsettling, and he should be taken back as soon as dawn.Gu Qing sighed lightly.

Lu Qing sat by the bed for a while, then walked to the canvas.His paintings are not good, they are tangible but not spiritual, and have no merit or intention, so he doesn't paint in his occasional spare time.Today he really wanted to draw something emotional. He looked around the bed and found a cloth bag containing painting tools—a place for the painter to rest. The painting tools are still quite complete.

He adjusted the colors with the light from the window, and began to paint the background layer by layer on the canvas.

The dark blue night sky, the warm yellow linear lights, and the fine white and light snow in winter.Layer by layer, the buildings and streets are not so clear. The only thing that is clear is the sleeping child in red clothes in the quiet and sad world.He fell asleep on the shoulder of his father, who was dressed in the same color, with tears on his face and his brows wrinkled uneasily.

When he wakes up tomorrow, he won't be so dependent on him anymore.For Gu Qing, his relationship with Leon has not changed, but for Leon, he lost his biological father that night.This child is too sensitive, and because he doesn't control him strictly and knows so many things, Gu Qing doesn't know how he would guess about his parents.He always hoped that Leon would know that he was adopted a few years later, when the child would have a more solid and mature logic and common sense of society, and it would be easier to accept.

He has enjoyed living with Leon for the past few years, but unfortunately, it won't be the case when he wakes up tomorrow.There was nothing wrong with the child, and neither did Suzanne, it was his father who hadn't thought through.

After Lu Qing finished drawing the sweater that covered the back of the child's hand, he drew more and more snow on the sky for the last time. The father's red back gradually blurred, and when it was about to disappear in the next moment, Lu Qing stopped his pen.

It was already bright outside, and the child on the bed was already awake, his eyes swollen up high, as if he had an allergy.

"Can I go and see it?" Leon asked.

"Okay, come on."

"It's beautiful," Leon said. "It's not dry yet."

"It will take a while." Gu Qing said to him, "Have you been awake for a long time?"

"No," Leon shook his head, "I woke up when you adjusted the color white for the second time."

"How do you know how many times I have tuned?" Gu Qing asked him.

Leon was a little embarrassed, and wanted to throw himself into his arms to act like a baby, but felt that it was even worse.Last night he was acting violently, Gu Qing has been patient with him for a long time, he is not his biological father, he should maintain a little more respect.

"This is me." The child pointed to himself in the painting.

"This is me." Lu Qing also pointed to himself.

"Did you paint all night?" Leon asked him.

"Not long." Gu Qing unscrewed the brush washer and put the brush in it.

"Where is this? Did you carry me here?"

"A gallery you loved as a kid."

"Am I heavy?"

"No," Lu Qing shook his head, "just right."

"Dad." Leon called him in a low voice.

"Come and hug." Gu Qing opened his arms, "It's only been one night, have you forgotten about acting like a baby?"

Leon leaned over carefully, and put his arms around his waist.

He didn't know when he woke up. Gu Qing was drawing in front of the window. He secretly looked at him, feeling that he was very sad, as if the brush was not a pen, but a knife, and he was not painting, but a knife. Carve down the things that make him sad with one knife - after he is free, he will take revenge.Leon was afraid and sad, losing his identity as his own son, Leon was no longer that special person, and began to slowly realize the pressure they said on Gu Qing's body freezing to death, but from the bottom of his heart, he still loved Gu Qing very much, I was worried that he would hurt his eyes if he painted like that.

"Do your eyes hurt?" Even though Gu Qing didn't need this useless concern, Leon still said bravely.

"One point," Lu Qing rubbed his eyes, "actually, I've been painting for a long time."

"There is eyewash at home, Susannah bought it."

"Do you want to go home now?" Gu Qing asked him.

Leon nodded.Mingyue and Suzanne are still at home, and Gu Qing has to go to work tomorrow.

"Remember our appointment last night?"

"You have been with me until I grow up."

"Good boy," Lu Qing patted him with the back of his hand, "Let's go home."

Gu Qing talked to the owner of the gallery who had been awake for a long time, and Leon himself looked back and forth between several walls.

"Kids grow up so fast," said the gallery owner.

"Well," Gu Qing nodded, "Thank you for taking me in."

"Have you painted?" The old man smiled and pointed to Gu Qing's left hand: "It's stained with oil."

"I drew for a while when I couldn't sleep yesterday," Gu Qing looked down, "I will pay the fee and the painting together in the afternoon."

"No money, that kit belongs to an old friend of mine. He had eye surgery last week and can't draw anymore. Some people use it very well."

Gu Qing thought about it for a while and accepted the kindness. He said to the old man, "Eyes are very important to a painter. I'm making a vision aid. Next time I bring it over, you can try it."

"Oh, an unexpected Christmas gift." The old man laughed "hehe", and his cloudy eyes seemed to light up a little.

Lu Qing tied his down jacket on Leon, and pulled him out.In the early morning of Christmas, there were very few people on the road, and there were no footprints on the snow.If it was before, Leon would have stamped a pattern on it, but today he has no such idea at all.He is a child adopted by his parents' boss after his parents died. He didn't understand this when he first found out yesterday, but now he already understands it.

"Dad, you can draw better than all of them."

"Only this one is better than them." Gu Qing pulled his hand: "Did you find your favorite painting when you were a child?"

"The second row, the still life in the lower right corner."

Gu Qing nodded and asked him: "I don't know yet, what do you like about it?"

"The banana on it looks like the slanted 'page' of the word 'Gu'. When I saw it, I remembered it. I thought my name was written in it, and I always wanted to find the word 'Lyon' in it." Where." After Leon finished speaking very methodically, he asked Gu Qing in a low voice: "Can I continue to be named Gu?"

The child is still young, and if he resists performing ordinary dialogues for a while, he will become uncontrollably sad.Gu Qing picked him up and said, "You first follow my surname Gu, and when you grow up, I will follow your surname Montsen, and then when you grow older, we will be surnamed Gu together."

Leon felt that he had forced Gu Qing to look like Gu Qing, so he leaned on his shoulder and began to say nothing.Lu Qing didn't speak any more, just hugged him and walked home silently.

When there was still some distance from the house, Gu Qing noticed the difference: the yards of other people's homes were still covered with snow, but the snow in Gu Qing's yard had been cleaned, exposing the original gray ground.It seems that for Suzanne, yesterday was also a sleepless day. Lu Qing was a little dissatisfied with her restless behavior, but now he felt that he was too harsh.

He carried the child closer and closer, pushed open the gate of the yard, and placed him in front of the snowman piled up in the shape of Sedleia.Leon squatted down and found that Sedleia's "belly" was concealed. He opened the small door and got a note from Mingyue from it——

Darcy took me and Suzanne out, see you after New Years. Mua! PS: I will steal a lot of photos of your parents from Suzanne's computer for you, please have a good chat with Professor Gu.

"They went to France." Gu Qing raised a piece of paper and said to Lyon.

"Yeah." Leon nodded, stuffed the note in his pocket, then took it out after thinking about it: "Mingyue knows I was adopted."

"When you grow up a bit, your facial features will become deeper, and everyone will see that we are foster father and son." Lu Qing looked down and handed the note in his hand to Leon.

Susanna said sorry in the message, and it was something she didn't expect to be discovered by Leon.He also said that if her presence made everyone uncomfortable, she was willing to stay away, as long as she could take care of Leon occasionally.At the end of the letter, it explained the order and method of heating the items in the refrigerator, leaving enough for the two of them to go to work after the New Year.

"What are you doing? I'm just a little sad to learn that my parents passed away. It's not that I don't love her." Leon said softly, "Dad, let her come back."

"Yes." Gu Qing patted his head: "Go into the house."

The house was quiet again, and everything related to Christmas was removed, so I don’t know how the big Christmas tree was shipped out. Leon began to feel a little guilty. If he hadn’t cried yesterday, he wouldn’t have been forced to Even if Gu Qing took him away from home, Suzanne would not be frightened and would not run away.Now that she is with Darcy who has a crush on her, and he is in France again, he is very worried about Gu Qing's love.

"Are you sleepy?" Gu Qing asked him.

"A little bit." Leon replied honestly.

The two returned to Gu Qing's bedroom.Leon should pick up his pillow and go back to his room at this time, but he doesn't want to leave Gu Qing at this time.Lu Qing changed his clothes with his back turned to him, Leon took a peek and turned around to wait.He wanted to wait until Lu Qing asked him to go back to sleep before acting.

"Why are you still wearing a sweater? Isn't it hot?" Gu Qing, who had changed into a T-shirt, asked him while sitting by the bed.

"Good night." Leon quickly took off his clothes, closed his eyes and lay on his pillow.

Lu Qing didn't answer him, and after a few seconds, the bed next to him moved, and the scent of Gu Qing's body was close at hand.Leon became even more sleepy, he turned on the pillow twice, fell asleep with his back to Gu Qing.