How could Fan Shen know about Ai Er!
Xiao He's heart that had been steady just now rose to the commanding heights again.
Sure enough... something happened
Fan Shen didn't look up, just cut a piece of bread, and continued: "After you were drunk, you kept calling his name."
Yes... that's it.
Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief again, calling his name is normal, after all, his current identity is Fan Shen's father, if he and his mother have a good relationship, it can be regarded as a kind of positive education.
"That's your mother." Xiao He took a deep breath, and wanted to deliberately brew his emotions, but in fact, as soon as he mentioned Al, his whole body would be covered by thoughts, and there was no need for deliberate preparation at all.
Fan Shen didn't make a sound, but gently put down the knife and fork, and asked slowly, "Can I see her?"
Xiao He was startled, then panicked.
see...how to see...
Soon, Fan Shen said again: "Do you have a picture of her?"
Xiao He regained his strength.
But he doesn't have a picture of her.
"You two have such a good relationship, there must be many pictures of her, why have I never seen them before?"
Xiao He's body froze, suddenly realizing his negligence.
It stands to reason that a single father with his son should put his wife's photo on the bedside every day.
But how did he change his position? He has nothing to do with Fan Shen's mother at all, all he has... is just Ai Er's...
correct! Xiao He realized that he didn't have photos, but he had paintings!
He once drew a chapter about Al's women's clothing...Of course, this is not his bad taste, it's just that the third child wanted a picture at the time, and his head was twitched that day, thinking about drawing a woman, but while drawing, that face It turned into Al.
Naturally, he couldn't hand in the map afterwards, but he couldn't bear to lose it, so he saved it, but he didn't expect to use it now.
Xiao He put down the knife and fork, stood up and said, "Wait, Dad will find it for you."
It's a good thing that the son is starting to be curious about his mother. After all, she sacrificed her life for him, so he shouldn't monopolize him like this.
Xiao He hurried back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase and began to rummage.
Fan Shen got up quietly and followed behind him.
Xiao He was careless in the first place, and he never took precautions with his son, so he didn't even close the door.
Fan Shen leaned against the door, through the crack of the door, he could just see his back.
His father had a secret, the safe with six rows of codes.
He never knew what was inside, but he knew how much Xiao He cherished it.
He cherishes it so much that he can't wait to fall asleep with his arms every night, and cherishes it so much that he will wake up with a start if anyone touches it.
Fan Shen had thought countless times about what was in there.
But now...he's sure.
It contained Xiao He's heart.
A heart that filled that woman of Al.
Fan Shen watched quietly until Xiao He was about to get up, then he turned and left, and sat down at the dining table.
Xiao He locked the password box, and quickly walked over with the painting.
"Look, this is your mother, isn't she beautiful?"
Fan Shen took it, just glanced at it, and frowned slightly.
It's so similar, it's like looking in a mirror.
Is he and his mother so similar
Xiao He was also looking at the painting, his eyes were full of explicit nostalgia, and his voice softened a lot because of this: "He is very good-looking, isn't he? He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
Fan Shen turned his head to look at him, and felt a stab in the heart: "I really look like her."
"That's right," Xiao He rolled his eyes, "It's exactly the same."
Fan Shen looked at him without making a sound.
He finally understood why Xiao He was so forgetful last night.
Because he looks so much like her, it's only natural for him to mistake him for her when he's drunk.
When he thought of the lingering last night, in his mind, it was all about him and this woman, and he was filled with despair.
The most beautiful thing in his fantasy is another fantasy for others.
Is there anything more cruel than this
Fan Shen closed his eyes, and the last flame in his heart was completely extinguished.
He really didn't have any of him in his heart.
Father and son, father and son, why should they be father and son!
Fan Shen pinched the picture with his hand uncontrollably, and his voice was steady and calm only under the pressure of hard work: "Dad, can you give me this picture?"
Xiao He was startled.
Fan Shen didn't look at him, but said in a low voice: "She is my mother, although I don't remember it, but there should always be a memorial by my side."
That's right, Xiao He said immediately after regaining consciousness: "Okay, you can keep it, I can draw more of her from the past when I have time, and you can keep them when the time comes."
Fan Shen's heart stopped, but soon he said, "No need."
Xiao He looked at him suspiciously.
Fan Shen raised his head and looked at him: "I don't want you to be too sad. She has already left. I believe that once you draw her, you are remembering it once. It doesn't feel good."
Unexpectedly, he would say such a thing, Xiao He's eyes were reddened at this moment.
Because it was completely on my mind.
Every time he paints Al, what he recalls is the sweetness of the past, but after he finishes painting, looking at the lifeless picture, he has to face reality very clearly.
In the face of this he has lost his reality.
But he couldn't stop.
If you don't paint, you will be lost, if you paint, you will be in despair, and there is no end in sight.
In fact, Xiao He is very lucky, fortunately he has little Fan Shen, if he directly returns to reality, he will be completely defeated by this despair, and never recover from the fall.
Seeing his pale face and slightly red eyes, Fan Shen couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
He got up and walked around the table, wrapping his arms around him.
"Dad, it's okay, I'm here, and I will always be with you."
The embrace of his son was wide and warm, Xiao He felt a little relieved, but at the same time a little bit bitter.
Fan Shen has grown up, he has grown up very well, is he about to leave too
After losing Ai Er and leaving Fan Shen again, Xiao He was suddenly a little scared, afraid of the reality that should have been real.
Because of the fear in his heart, Xiao He opened his mouth and said something inappropriate: "Let's sleep together tonight, okay?"
He missed Fan Shen very much when he was young, when he was always clinging to him, sleeping with his arm at night, hugging him, and giving him great warmth with his small body.
At that time, although he still suffered from insomnia, he would not keep his eyes open until two or three o'clock in the morning.
But ever since Fan Shen grew up and shared the bed with him, he couldn't fall asleep easily anymore.
When it gets dark, he can't stop remembering, can't stop thinking, and then can't close his eyes.
If it was before, he would not have made such a request.
But Xiao He had an intuition that his mission might be completed soon, and he was about to leave, so... let him be willful for a while.
Fan Shen held his hand tightly, and after a while, he whispered, "Okay."