Chapter 235

Next to the orphanage, there was a church.

An Xiaojing said goodbye to the dean and saw the church at a glance.

She's an atheist, but she has faith.

It's a very wonderful feeling.

An Xiaojing moves her own steps to the direction of the church. There are not many people here, so it is more mysterious and solemn.

An Xiaojing prayed.

"Lord, I hope to find my brother as soon as possible. I really don't know how he is now! My life is a mess An Xiaojing is very devout.

"Your brother!" It was the priest's voice, but the priest was in the prayer box and didn't come out.

"Father? My brother is my closest friend. When can I find him? " Asked an Xiaojing.

But for a long time, I didn't see the man say anything. An Xiaojing's chest was full of gas. She didn't understand why the priest didn't speak.

"Your brother will be back soon. Don't worry." The voice came out slowly, and an Xiaojing was relieved at last.

"Father, I'm in pain. What can I do to ease it?" An Xiaojing asked suddenly.

"Why?"

"I don't know. All my persistence is just waiting for my brother. However, he never shows up, which makes me have no hope."

"What about the people around you? Can I give you some encouragement? " The priest asked again.

"No, what can I do?" An Xiaojing gave a sneer. She was angry at the thought of Leng Yichen. Can that person encourage herself?

"Then why don't you want to change your environment and leave your natural environment?" The priest's voice, word by word.

"I want to. Just can't help it. " An Xiaojing's brows tightly wrinkled together: "maybe the reason why I suffer is to pursue the wrong things."

"Maybe you should look away and look at other people instead of being limited by the people in front of you." The priest suggested.

"Maybe." An Xiaojing turned her lips.

Coming out of the prayer box, an Xiaojing walked home. The priest's words have been lingering in the ear, he said, let her look away, there will be others.

The softest place in my heart seems to be touched gently.

When an Xiaojing returns to her villa, Leng Yichen and an Xiya are not here. It's not too late.

"The priest told me not to let me be limited by the person in front of me, then could it be that person?" An Xiaojing talked to herself. She began to stroll around the villa and accidentally went to the studio.

However, there is no one here, and there is no man who used to draw here.

An Xiaojing's heart is inexplicably lost. It's like giving you a piece of sugar. After opening the sugar paper, she finds that it's empty.

"Are you there? You must be there She called to the open studio.

However, the vase on the drawing board still has wet pigment mark.

It's clear that there are people here.

An Xiaojing took another look at the ground, but the fountain pen was not cleaned.

Her heartbeat, suddenly fast, I don't know if this is a long lost emotion?

However, no one appeared. An Xiaojing's eyes were slowly filled with loneliness.

"Long time no see!" All of a sudden, the voice behind him began to ring.

An Xiaojing can't believe her ears. At last, she turns around. The man's beautiful eyes are smiling at an Xiaojing.

His words are few, but he can warm everyone's heart with a smile.

Even if he doesn't tell an Xiaojing her identity, she is willing to trust the person in front of her.

"I..." Some words slowly stuck in her throat. She missed him very much.

Is this the priest's instruction to show her another person?

The man quietly approached an Xiaojing, his eyes were so gentle.

"How are you?" An Xiaojing opened her mouth with a sincere smile.

"Look, this picture!" The man smiles, but instead of answering an Xiaojing's question, he looks at the painting he just painted.

"Well, it's very nice of you to draw!" An Xiaojing looked at the picture and slowly praised it.

She likes the time with him, even if it is a shabby studio, there is nothing else, but this quiet and calm, but let her become at ease.

It seems that when this person stands in front of her, she is full of all energy and courage.

"Sit down and I'll draw you a picture!" The man gently smiles, and an Xiaojing nods.

She sat down, not too dare to move, watching him focus on the pen, so serious. And she suddenly noticed that the man was wearing a clothes curtain which was dragging on the ground and covered his legs. I'm afraid the paint will stick to the clothes.

The beat of Xiaojing suddenly broke.

"It's done!" Soon, the man showed her the painting of an Xiaojing."That's good!" She on the paper became the most beautiful scenery in his works.

"Yes An Xiaojing suddenly thought of something like, "here's one for you!" She took out the lucky bag given to her by the orphanage director.

Two lucky bags, round and bulging, an Xiaojing took out one without hesitation.

"Here you are!" She smiles.

"What's this?" The man is slightly confused.

"Lucky bag, you will have good luck if you take it with you An Xiaojing's sincere reply.

"Doodle, doodle!" Suddenly, a car whistle sounded, and an Xiaojing's eyes changed into a little panic. She didn't even have time to say a word to this person, and she didn't have time to say goodbye.

It was Leng Yichen's car.

This is the forbidden area of the villa. If Leng Yichen sees her here, it must be another torture.

Fortunately, when an Xiaojing saw Leng Yichen, she was safely sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The man also saw an Xiaojing at a glance, and Leng Yichen, who was seen by an Xiaojing, still had a leg injury, but it had been bandaged.

She didn't want to know how he got hurt!

"Stop!" Leng Yichen saw that an Xiaojing was going to go upstairs and immediately stopped her.

"In front of Nangong Han and Yu Zhenhuan, you can't run so fast." Leng Yichen said sarcastically behind him.

An Xiaojing turned directly.

"I heard that you donated the five million Yuan Yu Zhenhuan gave you?" It's clear that an Xiaojing did a good deed, but the man said it in a very contemptuous tone.

"Don't worry about it. It's my money. I can use it as I want." An Xiaojing looks Leng Yichen in the eye, but she still looks provocative.

However, an Xiaojing forgot that she still had a painting on her hand, which was painted by the man in the studio just now.

"What is this?" Leng Jing suddenly snatches the painting from him.