Chapter 729

Shui Anluo looks at Yu Ma, but Yu Ma doesn't understand.

Chu muddy wing holding the hand-painted book, slowly sat down beside the bed, slender fingers in the hand-painted book cover gently friction.

The body slightly strained, as if struggling to open the book.

When he was three years old, his aunt sent him a birthday present.

"Aunt, what is hand-painted Asked the three-year-old baby, holding the phone.

"Hand drawing is drawn by hand. It's prepared for you by someone my aunt likes. Do you like it?" Over the phone, a soft voice came out.

"Yes, I like it, but my father said that there is a name on it. Is the person my aunt likes called Xia Xin?"

"Ha ha, silly boy, that's the last word of my aunt and his last word." 】

Xia Xin, Xia Xin!

The last word of the aunt, and the last word of the painter.

But the third year after he returned home, he clearly remembered the conversation between his grandmother and his aunt.

The painter is dead.

Chu muddy wing slowly opened the hand-painted book, which was painted with robots, the little boy's favorite things.

However, in the corner of each page, there is a name.

Xia Xin.

as like as two peas, how did it happen?

When Shui Anluo was curious, Chu muddy wing suddenly got up, quickly came to her side, reached out and held her arm: "where did the painting come from?"

Shui Anluo was frightened by his sudden action and couldn't help holding the child and trying to retreat.

"On the arch bridge, a poor painter." Shuianluo whispers.

But her voice just fell, Chu muddy wing then quickly ran out.

Yu Ma was hit for a while, puzzled looking at the Chu muddy wing that ran down quickly, "what's the matter?"

Shui Anluo doesn't know. It's just a painting. Why is he so excited?

Shui Anluo put the baby back on the bed, then looked down at the things on the bed, with curiosity, "these are the toys of Chu Ni Yi when he was a child?"

"Yes, at that time, the young master was still abroad. He brought it back together when he was three years old. He has been with him for many years." In the twinkling of an eye, the three-year-old baby has become a father.

Three years old?

Shui Anluo looked down. She didn't expect that he would play with these things. She thought he was just born a genius.

Yu Ma and Shui Anluo help him clean up, but when Shui Anluo sees the hand-painted book, she can't help but pick it up: "what's this?"

Yu Ma narrowed her eyes and thought for a long time before she thought, "when the young master was three years old, the third young lady gave him a birthday present. The young master always kept it as a treasure."

Miss three?

Is Chu safe?

Mo Lu Su's mother.

Shui Anluo opens the hand-painted book with curiosity, and wants to see what can make Chu Yuyi love it?

The album was slowly opened, but the first thing that came to Shui'an's eyes was not the picture above, but the name in the corner.

Xia Xin.

What a familiar name.

Shui Anluo suddenly raised his head, picked out his painting, and then carefully compared the two names.

"It's over." Shui Anluo couldn't help saying.

The name on the present Chu Ni Yi's aunt gave him was the same as that on the portrait she drew. Even the handwriting was the same!

Shui Anluo thinks that her head is a little big. Has she found something she shouldn't?

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