Gu Nanshen's little sweetheart

Chapter 986 My dream is you (11)

"Why does that painting look so familiar..." Doudou muttered softly, but Yan Mosheng suddenly reacted, and quickly covered Doudou's eyes: "No, no, it must be your eyesight! Come on, Doudou , how about we go downstairs for afternoon tea?"

Doudou didn't take it seriously at first, but seeing Yan Mosheng's reaction, she became curious instead.

She said she agreed, but the moment Yan Mosheng put down her hand, she nimbly ran to the wall.

Yan Mosheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Hahaha! Who drew this! Emma is going to make me cry, but you actually framed all these paintings?" Doudou laughed so hard that tears would come out when she looked at those poorly drawn works. .

Yan Mosheng opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Doudou smiled even more happily.

Just laughing and laughing, she felt more and more that something was wrong.

It's fine if a painting looks familiar, but why does she feel that the paintings on the entire wall are so familiar!
A thought flashed through her mind, and Doudou thumped in her heart. She leaned forward and pulled the lower right corner of a painting away. She stood there stupidly as if struck by lightning.

It has the date, title and name written on it...

On July 7th, plaster portraits were copied, soybeans...

This painting was actually drawn by her?

Doudou just felt that the whole person was not well, looked up the small face and scanned the whole wall, and the remaining memories in his mind emerged little by little.

This was her practice homework in the studio back then, but later she found it troublesome to take it home, so she prevaricated and let Yan Mosheng handle it.

After so many years, she thought that Yan Mosheng would have already thrown it in the trash can.

It never occurred to him that he framed all her paintings and hung them in his room, sharing the same room with the works of other world famous artists, and he never disliked them.

Doudou inexplicably felt that his eyes were a little sore, Yan Mosheng touched his head, and said duplicity: "Oh...looking at your paintings every day, it has the effect of improving aesthetics..."

Liar... Those paintings of hers are not even as good as his usual scraps... Doudou's eyes were filled with mist, she bit her lip, and stared straight at Yan Mosheng.

She didn't like Yan Mosheng's liar, so he sighed: "Didn't you say that your work will become famous in a hundred years? So I will help you collect it and keep it as a family heirloom. Hey...don't cry, Doudou."

At a loss, he went forward to wipe Doudou's tears, Doudou slapped his hand away, and the tears flowed out uncontrollably: "Who told you to do this, the painting is so ugly, it's so embarrassing... Also, I ruined your dreams, without me... You must follow your parents' arrangement and continue to learn painting, maybe you will become a painter early... What good is being with me? Maybe you will be old when you grow old I regret it!"

Yan Mosheng smiled, making his whole face handsome and charming, he rubbed Doudou's hair, his voice was very low, like a promise or a soliloquy: "I don't regret it, from the moment I fell in love with you Since then, I don’t know how to write the word regret.”

He used to have some regrets about not becoming a painter, but it has long since disappeared in time and has become a past event that is not worth caring about.

At the age of 8, his dream is to become a pilot and conquer the stars and sea.

At the age of 17, his dream was to fulfill his parents' dream and become a painter.

At the age of 18, he said to the busy figure in Doudou's studio in his heart: from now on, my dream is only you.

(End of this chapter)