Chapter 376

But the rain was so heavy that she was wet through when she arrived at the supermarket.

As she plucked her hair, she watched the bad weather and was speechless.

This is a suburb. Even the supermarket is just a small supermarket. There are not many people coming and going. There are umbrella sellers in the supermarket, but it's useless to have an umbrella just because of the strong wind outside. So she has to sit in the fast food restaurant again, waiting for the rain to stop.

For fear of the waiter's displeasure, she ordered a milkshake, found a window and sat down.

After sitting for five minutes, she couldn't do it. She had no mobile phone, only one card, and her clothes were still wet. She was in a terrible state, and... Very boring.

In order to spare time, she simply went to the supermarket to buy a book, a pen, sitting in the fast food restaurant, began to draw.

In fact, Jos is good at painting, but her painting is not good. When she was a child, she took part in an interest class in painting, which was organized by the school. Every primary school has two classes every Friday afternoon, which will be arranged as an interest class. Every student can apply for his favorite subjects, including dance, calligraphy, painting, vocal music and labor.

At that time, she wanted to apply for the dance because the ballet dress was so beautiful, but the dance class was full. She was very fat at that time. The teacher probably thought that she could not dance well, so she was transferred to the painting class.

She agreed, and then she painted for three years.

He was a little interested in painting. Later, when he bought the house and decorated it, he bought a pile of painting paper and drew some abstract paintings, mounted them and put them in the photo frame for decoration.

Now the painting is still hanging at home. I don't know if Karina can understand it.

When she thought of Karina, she thought of the baby in her stomach. The baby will not be born for several months. I don't know whether it's a boy or a girl. What's the child's last name, too, is a big problem.

When she thought of children, she thought of those children in the slum. One of them, a little girl, also generously gave her a knife. It was very good. Moreover, foreign children were so cute. If they were not dirty, she believed that as long as they were washed clean, they would be very bright.

The more she thought about it, the farther she went, but she did not stop. Before long, she drew a portrait.

She blinked and looked at the semi-finished products in her hand. Her painting skills were very poor. At first glance, she still had the outline, but when she looked carefully, her hair was not delicate enough, her face was not soft enough, and her facial features were not delicate enough.

But this one is not bad.

She drew a baby. She didn't know who it was, so she drew it for no reason.

But

She touched the eyebrows of the baby in the picture. This eyebrow is very similar to Jing chihan. She also touched her mouth. This mouth is very similar to her.

Looking at it, Jos laughed.

If they have children in the future, it should be like this.

Maybe it's better, but her painting is too rough.

Outside the rain, has not stopped, joss chin, looking at the rain, brain, a lot of wishful thinking.

For example, the future of her and Jing chihan, and how to let Jing Zhentian accept her.

She thought about it, and then she lost her mind. Until the sketch book under her arm was taken away, she suddenly woke up and turned to look at it.

The one who took her picture book was a little girl. The girl had beautiful golden hair and two braids. She held her book in her hand, pointed to the child on it and asked, "did you draw it?"

Joss looked around, did not see the child's parents, but also patiently spoke to her: "I painted it."

The little girl took out a dollar from her pocket and handed it to her: "you can draw one for me too. This is your reward."

"You're going to buy my painting?" said Jos

“yes。” The girl returned the picture book to her, sat opposite her, and posed upright: "you can draw."

With the dollar in his hand, Jos looked at the little girl opposite him. Thinking that she was bored anyway, he took a pen and began to draw.

She's a poor painter. When she's painting, she talks to the little girl.

"My technology is not good, I hope you will not return it."

The little girl was very generous: "it doesn't matter. I'm not looking forward to your painting very much. I just have to wait for my mother here, but I only have one yuan on me. If I don't buy anything to sit down, the waiter will ask me to leave. You set up a stall here. I just need to buy a painting. By the way, is one yuan enough? If it's not enough, my mother will be able to supply you when she comes back, but I think your painting is average, so it should be enough. "

Joss was amused by the little girl. How could the child be so cute? And this arrogant tone was so cute.

She asked, "where's your mother? Why are you waiting for her here?"

"She went shopping and said she would be back in an hour, but I came out to look for her after two hours." She said, and twisted a small body: "I can change a posture, my hands hurt."

"Yes." Joss said casually that the painting was broken anyway, and she asked, "would you like a drink? You are my first guest today. It's my honor. Would you like to have a drink? "

"Really?" The little girl immediately brightened her eyes, and then tooted her mouth: "but the cheapest drinks here are more than one yuan. You will lose money."

"It's a privilege for the first guest." Joyce looked up at her with a smile and said, "come on, what would you like to drink?"

"Well, just like you." The little girl was greedy after all. Looking at the strawberry milkshake that joss was holding, she could smell the strawberry from a distance.

Joss called the waiter and ordered a strawberry milkshake. When she got the milkshake, the little girl took a sip and her face began to laugh.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious, but my mother didn't allow me to drink it, saying that I would have cavities."

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Your mother will blame me when she knows it," he said with a wry smile

"It doesn't matter. My father allows me to drink. My father says that I can drink once in a while. My father always hurts me more."

"What about your father?" he asked

"I'm on a business trip. I'll be back in a few days." The little girl said, and pointed to the picture she had drawn before: "is that your uncle's child? Although the painting is not good, you can see the shadow of the two of you."

"Well?" Joyce looked up and said, "what uncle?"

The little girl didn't speak, just staring behind her.

Jos's back suddenly cools. He turns his head and sees the handsome man behind her. I don't know when he's standing there.

His clothes are very dry, not a bit wet, outside the rain is still very big, but in addition to the edge of his shoes and a circle of wet, other places are dry.