Chapter 20

After returning home with her two children, Jian Yi felt sore all over her body. She asked Su Anqi to play alone and slumped on the sofa.

Looking at the messy ground, she frowned in a headache. She was just thinking about going out and she did not pick the painting stuff on the ground.

Jian Yi closed her eyes in pain and rubbed her forehead. Su Anqi didn’t seem to know what her mother was worrying about. She wandered in the sea of ​​paintbrushes, having fun.

Su Enran wasn’t satisfied with the paintings he made today. He glanced at Jian Yi quietly and found her on the sofa with her eyes closed. He pursed his lips and took a few brushes from Su Anqi. Then he looked at Jian Yi again, and after thinking about it, he sat down on the white cloth.

Jian Yi closed her eyes and rested, listening to the sound of the brush not far away. She thought it was Su Anqi’s hand-drawn doodle, the corner of her mouth bent into a smile.

The hall gradually became quiet. Cicadas screamed outside the window, from time to time a small milky voice from Su Anqi came, and Jian Yi gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Su Enran drew a part, looked up at Jian Yi, and found that she fell asleep. He lowered his head and painted seriously.

Su Anqi didn’t disturb her mother sensibly. She crawled to Su Enran, glanced curiously. She copied Su Enran, and also picked up a pen to draw on the canvas. Her big, ignorant eyes seemed to find something of interest and were sparkling with light.

From time to time, an audible sound came out of her mouth. Whenever she sounded too loud, Su Enran put a finger in front of his mouth, and shushed her.

Su Anqi froze for a moment, and stopped moving her hand. She looked at Su Enran with her big eyes blinking. She did not understand.

Su Enran pointed to Jian Yi lying on the sofa, “Don’t be noisy, she’s sleeping.”

Su Anqi saw Su Enran pointing at Jian Yi. She dropped the paintbrush, and crawled towards her excitedly, at an alarming speed with her mouth shouting, “Mom, Mom!”

Using both hands and feet, she quickly climbed to the sofa and looked back at Su Enran, “Mom!”

Then she grabbed Jian Yi’s hand and climbed the sofa with her hand.

“Giggle, Mom—” Climbing up the sofa smoothly, Su Anqi shouted proudly towards Su Enran.

Su Enran was completely stunned. He couldn’t understand the thoughts of a one-year-old child. He told her not to speak. Why did she go to her?

He called Su Anqi, “Come here!” His expression showed rare anxiety.

Today she must be very sad. Although he was still young, he still knew that it was not a good thing for a man and a woman to meet alone. And that woman’s expression, he didn’t like it very much. Looking at him, her eyes were like evaluating the appearance of an object.

She should be tired. She should rest for a while.

But Su Anqi didn’t understand his words. She stepped on her mother excitedly and stood up, leaning on the sofa, shouting Su Enran, “Giggle! Giggle!”

The little hand turned to him and made a “grabbing” motion.

Su Enran’s eyes flickered. He put down the paintbrush in his hand, and went to the sofa. He wanted to pick her up but saw Jian Yi’s confused eyes.

“Su Anqi, what’s wrong?” Jian Yi rubbed her forehead, took Su Anqi off her body, and asked vaguely.

“Brother, giggle!” Su Anqi was sitting on the sofa, screaming excitedly at Su Enran.

When Jian Yi opened her eyes, she saw Su Enran standing in front of her. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked at her. Jian Yi smiled, “Brother? Let your brother play with you?”

Su Enran’s heart moved seeing her smile. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, pursed his lips, and didn’t speak.

Jian Yi sat up, took Su Enran’s hand, and let him sit on the sofa. She patted Anqie’s small shoulder and said, “Okay, now brother will play with you, Mom would clean up.”

Then she turned to Su Enran and said, “Enran, you look after your sister. Mom will clean up the paintbrush and cloth on the floor.”

After finishing speaking, Jian Yi stood up. Su Enran stretched his finger forward, trying to stop her, trying to say what he did, but his lips closed and finally said nothing.

Jian Yi knew nothing. She rubbed her neck, took a small basket and stooped to slowly pick up the brushes scattered on the ground.

After picking up all the brushes, Jian Yi began to pack up the canvas cloth. As soon as she unfolded it, she saw that the canvas was different from before.

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