Chapter 1799

You probably think that if you seal my memory, I will not live in your Vatican Palace, and the secret of your secret chamber will never be discovered by me.

But, God Jiuli, if I really forget you, won't you be sad?

God Jiuli, at the moment of your death, don't you really want me to accompany you?

She grabs the man's woodcarving and seals her lips on the woodcarving's lips. She closes her eyes slightly and presses down the sweet smell that surges up in her chest.

The room is full of his breath. It is obvious that he spent his time here after seeing off his new friend.

A person's happy hall, a person's missing, a person's refusal

Ning Xuemo wanders and lingers in the room, and she finds a thick stack of paintings.

Every picture is her, smiling, crying, angry and ashamed All kinds of postures, all kinds of expressions, all kinds of paintings are vivid, and all the characters in each painting seem to be able to walk down

She looked at the paintings one by one, unaware of the loss of time and the flow of time.

When the pain to the extreme, it is numbness

She rubbed her fingers over the paintings, as if she were copying the gesture of the man when he was painting, as if he was still standing at the table and painting

"Snow road......" It seems that there is a sigh in my ear. I am familiar with it

She turned round stiffly, as if to see him standing by the bed, in his usual broad white robe, cold as ever, with deep blue eyes staring at her.

She was frozen in place, her lips trembled for a moment, and then she called out, "the great God..."

Hallucinations?! It's an illusion!

She wanted to jump in his arms, but she didn't dare!

Can only step by step, and then tremble out of hand

The person on the opposite side disappeared as expected. There was only a sigh like the breeze: "snow road, take care of..."

It's an illusion!

She slowly sat down at the bedside, feeling as if her whole body had been emptied, and she didn't want to move.

When sad to the extreme, but can not cry out.

She didn't know how long she sat there or how long she was distracted.

Suddenly she felt something, suddenly looked up, and saw shennianmo standing at the entrance. He didn't know how long he had been standing here. His face was pale.

Ning Xue Mo's heart sank, and hurriedly got up: "read Mo!"

Shennianmo's big eyes slowly turned, and finally fell on Ning Xuemo's face. He opened his mouth and asked, "mother, father will never come back, right?"

He is a sensitive child. In fact, he has this suspicion for a long time. He just dare not think about it, dare not prove it

Although asked now, in fact, he still expected to get a negative answer from his mother. He missed his father and could not imagine what he would do if he never came back?

His eyes were wide open, with a trace of vulnerability and fear at the bottom.

Ning Xuemo took a breath in his heart and went over: "don't think about it. Your father will come back. It's just a long time. Please be patient when you read it."

She raised her hand to pick up the child. Unexpectedly, xiaonianmo turned around and ran: "nianmo is going to study! My father left a lot of books for nianmo. Maybe nianmo would finish reading and recite all these books, and he would come back... "

Ning Xuemo's outstretched hand stopped in the middle of the sky and watched the child run far away. His heart was so painful.