amaotonovel Chapter 148 The Secret of the Secret Room!
Chapter 148 The Secret of the Secret Room!
A breath of tranquility mixed with the smell of drawing paper hit me in the face. The studio was very empty, and the walls were covered with portraits of various styles, some realistic, some abstract.
In the middle of the studio, there are various painting tools, and paints, brushes, and drawing paper are neatly arranged on a table.
Around the room are finished sketches and oil paintings.
Jian Xiaoan stood at the door and looked at everything in front of her. "Did you draw all these?" She said, looking at the first painting at the door.
It is a well-preserved sketch with the following written on the lower right corner: Year, month, four years old.
There was a stool next to her, and Jian Xiaoan sat on it. She picked it up and placed it on her lap, examining it carefully.
The edge of the photo frame had become shiny from being touched. It must be because he had been touching it for a long time. Jian Xiaoan was reluctant to let go of it as if it were a treasure.
It seems, it really seems!
There is no photo of her when she was four years old, but this photo looks very much like her when she was seven or eight years old. The small mole at the end of her eye in the portrait is clearly visible, but if you don't look carefully, you will completely miss it.
"Is this what she looked like when you first saw her?" Jian Xiaoan suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and a heavy force pressed down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
She let out a long breath and looked up at him, "Really?"
Fu Nanchen half squatted down and took the portrait from her hand. He couldn't remember how many times he had looked at this painting, imagining what she looked like from childhood to adulthood. Every stroke was carefully considered by him.
He stretched out his five fingers and gently wiped the surface. The blue veins on his arms twisted and turned, just like the roads he had walked in North City.
Finally, he paused at the corner of her eye.
"Does it look like it?" His voice was magnetic. "Let me see." He turned and looked at Jian Xiaoan.
He turned his whole body towards him, his eyes swept across her face, and finally stopped at the end of her eye. "If there was no mole that day, I would have missed it in my life."
Fu Nanchen lowered his eyes and gazed at her, with deep love between his brows.
She is right in front of me, this is not a dream!
Jian Xiaoan's long eyelashes flickered, and the mole at the end of her eye seemed to appear and disappear. She raised her hand to touch the scar on his brow bone, and the uneven touch slid across her fingertips. "Why do you have to find her? Why does it have to be her?"
Jian Xiaoan asked this question again.
Why would a six-year-old choose to do this?
Fu Nanchen thought for a moment and said calmly, "My mother took me away from my father. I was locked up at home during the day and would only come home very late at night."
He pursed his lips and frowned slightly. "The window was very small at that time. I could see the moon in the sky. I looked at the moon while waiting for my mother."
Fu Nanchen's slender fingers stroked Jian Xiaoan's hair, "...very lonely, and then I met Yueyue. I thought I would see her soon, but I didn't expect that my mother would pass away later..."
His heart was also hollowed out!
The corners of Fu Nanchen's mouth trembled slightly. The hidden memory was turned up again. The pain was like a brand, engraved on his skin. He held Jian Xiaoan's fingers and applied a little force.
Her fingertips turned white from being clenched.
"Let's go and see the rest."
Fu Nanchen put the portrait back to its original place and continued to watch with her...
The raindrops gradually became smaller, leaving only the sound of dripping...
.......
In the rain in the city, there was a familiar figure. He didn't hold an umbrella, and his leather shoes stepped on the rain on the road as he followed closely behind the two women.
It turned out to be Beizhe. He heard Lu Daiwei talking about Jian Xiaoan on the phone at home. After she came downstairs, he followed her downstairs.
The two walked into a cafe. Beizhe stood near the green belt on the side of the road and watched closely. He soon saw Lu Yin walk in.
He took a photo of the three of them with his mobile phone, and then he saw clearly that the woman accompanying them was Shen Qing, whom he had seen in the Jiangcheng Club that day.
Beizhe couldn't hear what they said clearly. He only saw Lu Yin put a stack of money in front of Shen Qing.
Afterwards, the three of them walked out of the coffee shop and left separately. Beizhe looked at what was happening in front of him with a tense expression.
He looked down at the photo he had just taken on his phone...
After returning home, Lu Daiwei was a little surprised to see his wet clothes, "Beizhe, where have you been? Why didn't you hold an umbrella?"
Beizhe was no longer as cold as before. He looked at the footprints at the door and smiled and said, "I went out for a walk. Are you going out too?"
"Well, my mom has something to do, so I'll be out for a while. Come in and change your clothes to avoid catching a cold." Lu Daiwei handed him the slippers.
"Everything's fine, right?" Beizhe said as he changed his shoes. "Is the news about your two uncles that broke out online a while ago true?"
Lu Daiwei rarely heard Beizhe care about their family affairs, and was a little surprised. "It's okay, that's how wealthy families are. I grew up abroad and don't get involved in the group's affairs."
"Oh." Beizhe changed his shoes and said, "Go to bed early."
Back in the bedroom, Beizhe searches the Internet for everything about Fu Nanchen...
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The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and small potholes were created on the road, with water splashing everywhere, as if trying to leave something behind.
Jian Xiaoan was still looking at every painting in the secret room carefully, and she could no longer control her tears at the end.
Each painting has a detailed date, recording every moment of Yueyue's growth, all of which are derived from the painting when she was 4 years old.
4岁、5岁、6岁......一直到18岁、19岁......21岁。
In Fu Nanchen's eyes, "Yueyue" was recorded bit by bit.
All kindergartens, primary schools, middle schools and high schools in North City were recorded by Fu Nanchen.
He even drew the uniforms of each school.
No one in this world knows the schools in North City better than him.
He would stay there for the whole day, waiting at the school gate from morning to night, day after day, year after year.
The last few paintings are all of Jian Xiaoan's true appearance, including the first day they met, going home for the New Year, sitting on the bed in a daze, her birthday, on the plane, in the castle, on the carousel, etc.
She was always so beautiful in his eyes.
Jian Xiaoan didn't even know when he drew it. Perhaps she had already been engraved in his mind.
Jian Xiaoan watched to the end and turned to look at him.
Fu Nanchen did not follow, but was just painting something casually in the middle of the studio.
She walked over, each step was heavy. Jian Xiaoan hugged his waist tightly from behind, her voice trembling, "Are you stupid? If you can't find it, then don't look for it. Why are you still looking for it?"
"Huh? North City is so big, where can we find it?" Jian Xiaoan hugged her slender wrist tighter, with heartache in her tone.
Fu Nanchen put down the pen in his hand, turned around and looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to be covered with rain and mist.
His eyes were long and thin, and his pupils were very cold. Only when he looked at Jian Xiaoan did a soft light appear in their eyes.
He held her on the table, his upper body pressed tightly against her, his eyes slowly becoming hot.
The sound of raindrops falling in the empty room seemed to overlap with the heartbeats of the two people...
Fu Nanchen rubbed his hot big palm along her back, his palm pressed against her skin, burning hot.
"hiss......"
The fabric was torn apart...