Chapter 670

Su Xiaowan stayed in that place, feeling dull and breathless.

Take advantage of small love didn't notice, sneaked out.

She wants to find Feng Yan.

I don't know where Feng Yan is. Anyway, Su Xiaowan sees the road and goes. After walking for some time, Su Xiaowan sees a man.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair. His hair was white and he was older, but his face was full of scars.

From a distance, I feel terrible.

Su Xiaowan frowned. Although she didn't see many people in the villa, she saw everything that she should have seen at the new year's Eve dinner that night.

Is... He also caught by that villain?

Not in this yard?

Because the environment here is almost the same, Su Xiaowan also saw the house at that end, so he thought it was like this.

Damn it.

Only the bad old man can make an old man like this

Su Xiaowan walked into some places and saw the old man in the wheelchair drawing.

What he painted is the scene where the sun is shining all over the yard in the morning, which is the scene opposite him.

Every stroke and every painting is very lifelike. It blends with the scenery in front of you. It seems that when you see a painting, you will see the scenery in front of you.

I didn't expect that the old man's painting skills were so excellent.

The old man painted very carefully and didn't seem to notice that someone was close behind him.

"You're a good painter." Su Xiaowan walked over to the painting. Facing it, she felt very beautiful and couldn't help praising it.

Mo Li Ting's eyes looked at the woman beside her, deep eyes looked at her, a little unhappy.

But since his disfigurement, no one dares to get close to him except those who know his identity. Even if he comes out to bask in the sun, others only think that he is a prisoner caught in the villa by moliting and dare not contact him.

But this girl... Ran out of that place and ran to her own face.

"However, there seems to be something missing in this painting..."

Su Xiaowan murmured to himself. He didn't notice the old man's eyes at all. At the moment, he realized what he was saying and covered his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that your painting is not good. Your painting is very good."

"What do you think is missing?"

Su Xiaowan scratched her head and saw that the old man didn't seem to be angry. She might be the same person from the end of the world. So Su Xiaowan felt that the old man in front of her was kind and thought that the old man was locked up in the room alone, and there must be no one to talk to like her.

It's really boring and boring for her to be locked in the room alone.

And the old man in front of her may have been locked up longer than her.

"Although the painting looks really beautiful on the surface, it is pleasant at first sight, but I don't know why. Staring at the painting, the mood will suddenly be irritable..." Su Xiaowan saw the old man's face and said.

Over the years, I've heard so many flattering words that the old man's ears are blistering.

He began to learn painting since he was a child. For such a long time, he has been unable to get any breakthrough... As time goes by, he has become venting his emotions through painting.

I didn't expect that the girl who didn't know anything could see the secret.

It seems that this girl is not good for nothing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Su Xiaowan felt that the old man's eyes were gray, especially the face that had been destroyed. "In fact, I don't know how to draw. Just now I was just talking nonsense. Don't be angry."