perfect hidden marriage

Chapter 406
The door is still the same door, the living room is still the same living room, and the studio is still the same studio.

The old scene catches the eye, and it is so familiar that it makes people feel excited.

It's been more than two years, but nothing has changed here.

Oh, no, there is always something different.

For example, there are more paintings in the studio.

"These are all drawn by my father, and those drawn by my mother..."

Xiao Xiao introduced it like a little master, but her expression was a little sad:
"My mother died in an accident more than two years ago, and the body was never found. My father was ill for a while because of this incident. Later, there were many more paintings here. My mother is very beautiful... Teacher Park , do you think..."

When it comes to the little show off at the end, Pu Xiang's nose is sore and his eyes are moist.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Park Xiang responded lightly and watched.

Look at one by one.

The thoughts carried in those paintings almost overwhelmed her.

The first painting, painted in the Spring Festival of 2014, is titled: Missing.

On a whole giant drawing paper, there are three pictures like this:

In the first article, eight-year-old Xiao Su Jin is sitting among the flowers, watching the wild flowers in full bloom with joy, the corners of her lips are curved so proudly.

In the second chapter, 16-year-old Su Jin is dancing on a swing, her drunken smile fluttering in the night wind, and the stars all over the sky are fascinated by it.

In the third article, the 26-year-old Da Sujin is in the flower field, holding a snow-white cat in her arms, she is both angry and smiling, and she is so beautiful.

The three paintings are lined up. Below is a beautiful small script, which is inscribed with a representative work of Nalan Xingde, a poet in the Qing Dynasty: "Qinyuanchun. Floating Life".

Life is fleeting, life is so unlucky, how can you forget when you wander low?Remember that when the embroidered couch is free, it blows red rain, carves the curved place, and leans against the setting sun together.Dreams are so hard to stay, poems can't be continued, win a deeper cry.The remnant remains, Ling Biao turned around, but he was not allowed to look at it.

Re-finding the vast expanse of blue sky, expected to have short hair, there must be frost in the morning.Just in the world and in the sky, the mortal relationship is not broken, spring flowers and autumn moon, touch the thread and return the wound.Wanting to tie the knot, shaken down in shock, the two mandarin ducks are cold separately!Really helpless, the sound of the eaves rain, the spectrum out of the ileum.

In this poem, Nalan mourns his death in the form of remembering a dream, feeling extremely sad.He lamented the early death of his beloved wife, recalled the love scene in the past, and fully narrated the pain of losing his wife, with extremely sincere and lingering feelings.

Used in this painting, the artistic conception fits so well.

After she read it softly, her nose suddenly felt blocked.

The second painting is completely fictitious: Su Jin's long hair is high, she is tall and tall, and she is wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, which fully outlines her graceful and charming figure.

By the way, she was holding an elegant bouquet, standing on the stairs of their villa, smiling sweetly, her bright eyes were flowing, her beauty was unimaginable...

There is an inscription below: March 2014, 3, Xiao Su, today we are getting married, and tonight is our bridal chamber wedding night... How about falling into your dreams?

At that moment, there were tears in her eyes.

Fortunately, her expression was completely covered by the mask, otherwise, Xiao Xiaoran would definitely ask, "Mr. Pu, what's wrong with you?"

On the third painting, the painting is the coffee shop we met for the first time on a blind date. Table No. [-] by the window is empty and there is no one there, only two cups of coffee, which are emitting white steam. Under the lights, everything is silent.

There is an inscription below: The first anniversary of the blind date: King is still there, I am still here, how about you?where are youBut remember our appointment, every year on this day, we will come here for a sit-down.

On the fourth painting, a birthday cake and his shadow on the wall.The birthday candles are burning and flickering, and the shadow is praying with folded hands.

There is an inscription below: My birthday wish, Xiao Su, how are you coming back.

The seventh painting is another virtual scene: Su Jin has long hair hanging down, wearing a light-colored cheongsam, looking tenderly at the newborn baby in her arms, standing beside the cradle...

The big one, with a blank space, is a line of cursive script, like flowing clouds and flowing water, revealing a bit of madness, and it is another eternal noun by Nalan Xingde: "Golden Hazel Song: Feelings on the Day of the Dead Wife's Death":

When is this hatred?Dripping empty steps, cold and rainy breaks, and the weather for burying flowers.For three years, the soul has been dreaming, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time.The material also feels that the world is tasteless.It's not as good as the night, the platform is separated by dust, deserted, and a place of sorrow.Chai tin made an appointment, but abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan.I want to know him, who has been suffering and happy in the past years, and who he leans on.I turned around from midnight to night, and listened to Xiangxian's heavy reasoning.To be married, he knows already.I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they are destined to die again, the moon will be left in zero wind.The tears are gone, and the paper is ashes.

日期是2016年1月2日，距2014年1月2日出事，已过去整整两年，可是那份思念呢……依旧是那样的浓烈。

Pu Xiang stared blankly, really wanting to find a place to cry.

He misses to the bone, hurts to the bone, as if possessed by a demon, he can't forget, so stupid, so stupid... so stupid that it makes people feel distressed...

"Mr. Park, Mr. Park..."

A tender, somewhat distant voice was calling.

Who is Teacher Park?

She also became crazy, stupid!
She only knew that she was the dead person, and she no longer remembered who Teacher Park was!
The hand was pulled at this moment.

A warm current came over.

She looked down, a small hand held her, following that small hand, she saw Xiaoxiao's confused expression:

"Mr. Park, what's the matter with you?"

That's right, now, she is Pu Xiang, the person in my memory is long gone.

"Oh, it's nothing, there is dust in the eyes... There seems to be dust in this room..."

She went to open the window.

After the cold wind blew in from the outside, she felt better and calmed down. When she looked back at Xiao Xiaoran, her expression became calm, and she asked softly:
"Xiao Xiao's father is so good at drawing, why doesn't Xiao Xiao let your father teach him?"

"No way... Dad is too busy. Sometimes when he is at home on Saturdays and Sundays, someone will look for him...

"When he is free, he just wants to tell me stories, not draw pictures...

"Grandma said that Dad would only go in and paint when he missed his mother so much... The more he paints, the more bitter he feels...

"So, I don't ask my father to teach me, I just ask my father to be the same as before, with a smile on his face every day...

"You don't know, my dad used to coax mom to smile...

"Now, unless I tease him, he will smile, and the smile is very insincere... oh..."

The little girl drooped her head like an adult.

These few words, every sentence is like a needle, piercing the flesh.

Park Xiang touched her little head, and immediately comforted her:

"My mother passed away, my father will definitely be sad for a while, and when I have a new mother, my father will laugh again..."

"But I only want Su Jin's mother, what do you think I should do?"

This question really made Park Xiang unable to answer.

"Oh...Mr. Park, tell me, how can there be such a thing as death in this world. My biological mother is dead, and my mother Su Jin is also dead...why do I have to die?"

Xiao Xiao is only seven years old, but she already has this kind of feeling. It can be seen that what happened two years ago really hit her hard.

Pu Xiang didn't know how to comfort her, so she knelt down and hugged this little girl who had become a little sentimental...

"Xiao Xiao, this world is like this.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. Because life is so fragile, it is precious and we need to cherish it.

"So, we should face every minute and every second of the day... do more meaningful things, so that when we get older, when we look back, we will feel that my days have not been wasted... ...I'm not ashamed of myself..."

For such an age, is it a bit too heavy to discuss life and death?

In this case, Xiao Xiao might not be able to digest it.

Look, the little girl stared blankly, feeling overwhelmed for a long time.

But another voice intervened in their conversation:
"well said."

Pu Xiang raised her head, only to see Xiao Xiao turned around and rushed over, yelling crisply:
"grandmother!"

It was Jin Yuan, who was sizing her up with a pair of sharp black eyes:
"Hi, I'm Xiao Xiao's grandma. I heard that you are good at painting."

"Hello. I can't say I'm good at it, but I like drawing more. I learned a little bit when I was a child."

Pu Xiang said softly, staring greedily at this amiable elder.

"It can make my idiot fall in love with it, and attract the person who taught Xiao Xiao how to draw at home. I think it's pretty good at drawing."

This tone fully showed her approval of her son's vision.

"That's Mr. Jin showing love."

Pu Xiang replied respectfully.

"What's your name?"

Xiao Zhinan also walked in, staring at her with a slight frown.

"Park Xiang."

she answered.

Xiao Zhinan stared into her eyes, and asked lightly:

"Miss Park, why are you still wearing a hoodie and mask when you're indoors now? Don't you think it's disrespectful?"

For some reason, when Xiao Zhinan saw these clear eyes, he had a bad feeling:

Instinctively, the arrival of this woman might ruin the marriage of my nephew.

Inexplicably, she got into trouble.

In fact, it is not difficult. If people are outside in March, when the spring breeze is warm and cold, wearing a hat and mask is the most normal. However, when you come here, you are still dressed like this. So polite.

Jin Yuan was startled for a moment, then glanced at Xiao Zhinan.

Well, this person expressed the confusion in her heart.

It's still cold on this day, so the air conditioner is turned on at home, which makes it warm and comfortable, and it's just right to wear a thin sweater.

But this Pu Xiang has such a mysterious appearance from the beginning to the end.

It's no wonder that Xiao Zhinan has a little opinion.

How should I put it, it will make people feel that this child is a bit uneducated.

"Yes, Teacher Park, why do you always cover your face..."

Xiao Xiao also asked curiously.

Park Xiang touched her mask unconsciously, and said softly:

"Sorry, I can't take it off!"

"Why can't you? Why do you hide your head and shrink your tail like this when you do things alone? Why do I feel that your background is very dishonest... Xiao Xiao, where did your father find you a teacher? You are so crooked Angry..."

Xiao Zhinan turned to ask Xiao Xiaoran, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"I met you in the park in the middle of the street. Just yesterday."

This answer, like a bomb, immediately blew up Xiao Zhinan:
"I met yesterday, and I met again today. No, it must be wrong. This person is probably here for you. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that we meet again and again..."

As soon as the words fell, she pushed forward, and tied up the sleeves of the sweater, as if to force her to take off the hat and mask together:

"Show me your face now..."

The momentum is as strong as before.

Pu Xiang backed away in shock.

At this moment, Jin Hengyuan's voice came from downstairs:
"I'm back, where are you guys?"

"Dad, here we are."

Xiao Xiaoran responded briskly, and rushed out.

Xiao Zhinan didn't stop, and continued to go his own way.

Jin Yuan didn't stop her, but also felt that the girl's behavior was a bit abnormal. Xiao Zhinan wanted to see her true face, so she just stood aside and watched her change—it wasn't a big deal at all.

But that Pu Xiang hid all the way and refused to pick it up: this is really a bit strange.

When Jin Hengyuan was led in by Xiao Xiao, he happened to see this scene: one was hiding and the other was chasing.

"what happened?"

He asked, feeling that Park Xiang was a little panicked when he backed down.

"This girl is a bit weird, she refuses to take off her mask. Jingheng, how did you find it... Don't be a liar or something..."

Xiao Zhinan shouted there.

Pu Xiang listened, really angry and funny in her heart, while she was distracted by talking, she hurriedly got under her arm and fled to the door.

No, she stepped on a pen, and she just wanted to talk to Jin Hengyuan, but because of such a slip, the words retracted, and with a scream, she rushed forward.

Seeing that she was about to hit the wall, there was a sudden force from the neckline of the hat behind her back, and she was pulled back.

Powerful.

It was so big that all the force of the forward rush was offset at once, and it turned into a backward lean.

As soon as it was poured, it poured into a thick chest.

The next moment, her startled eyes met Jin Hengyuan's, a faint and familiar fragrance entered her nose, her heart beat faster, and she involuntarily took a deep breath.

That breath was mixed with too much of his smell, and she inhaled it, feeling a little panicked for no reason.

"Why are you walking in such a hurry?"

Jin Hengyuan helped her stand firmly, and was surprised to find that her body was so thin.

In such a hug, all you get are bones.

Looks sick and thin.

At the same time, because of the short distance and the angle of view, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the skin exposed from the edge of her slightly crooked mask, and there were obvious bumps on the surface...

However, she soon noticed it, and quickly straightened the mask and straightened the bangs under the hoodie. Her eyes were full of panic, as if she was trying to hide some secrets with that short lock of hair...

On the side, Xiao Zhinan's eyes flashed a cold light. From her point of view: This girl is scheming and deliberately fell into someone's arms.

Jin Yuan was taken aback: her son actually helped her up—this idiot has never been so close to a female animal other than his relatives in the past two years or so... Today is an exception.

"I stepped on a paintbrush!"

It's all because of the paintbrush.

Jin Hengyuan glanced at the pen, it was he who had finished drawing before, and he was frustrated, so he threw it away:
"Well, I see it!"

"Mr. Jin, it's like this. There is one thing I want to explain to you."

Pu Xiang took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from him.

(End of this chapter)