Chapter 1557 Can't Draw a Sad Picture

After all, it is the son of God, and it has a natural sensitivity to divine power, so after it stayed with Shen Jiuli, it recovered faster and became more lively.

Now, the child is saved, but the child's mother can never be found again...

Shen Jiuli sat alone for a while in the quiet night, then got out of bed.

Pick up a pen and paper and paint there.

The person in his memory is exceptionally clear, and he can describe her appearance even with his eyes closed.

Outlined with every stroke, a woman gradually appeared in his painting...

The agile eyebrows and slightly hooked red lips are all the appearances in memory...

He stood in front of the table and drew one after another, each of which was a different form of her.

Smiling, angry, shy, proud...

Every picture is her, every picture is lifelike, it seems that the person in every picture is looking at him...

The heart seems to be getting more and more painful.

On the contrary, he likes the pain. Only when he suffers from such pain can he feel that he is still alive, as if he is punishing himself...

A piece of sadness can't be painted.

No matter how much he paints, no matter how vividly he paints, it is still just painting after all. He couldn't touch her, couldn't hear her, couldn't feel her...

The window paper is gradually clearing, the sky is getting brighter, another day passes, and another morning.

Another day of hope, and finally another day of despair—

Another painting of his was drawing to a close when there was a sudden movement behind him.

"Crack!" Little Shitou jumped onto the table. It probably just woke up, and it was still a little dazed. Its judgment of its position was not accurate. It was jumping on the edge of the table, shaking, and almost fell.

Shen Jiuli grabbed it and put it on the table: "Be careful!"

The little stone shook again, and the little guy inside fell on the painting: "Is this Mommy? It's so beautiful!"

"Your mommy is the most beautiful." Shen Jiuli replied, in this world, in his eyes, no woman is more beautiful than her...

The little guy was obviously happy, jumping up and down on the painting: "This is the first time I see Mommy."

It stretched out its small hand and stuck it on the stone wall, as if it wanted to touch the hand of the person in the painting.

This hand has touched it gently across the belly countless times, making it feel the warmth of being cared for. In the past, every time it touched its belly with its little hand, it could get a response from its mother. It even heard its mother humming a strange song, what a big-headed son and a small-headed father, holding big hands and walking all the way to the end of the world...

She has touched its little hand more than once across its belly, and made a promise: "Baby, you will grow up and be born soon, and Mommy will be able to hold your hand and walk when the time comes. I can take you to play a lot of things..."

So at that time, Nianmo had an obsession to hold Mommy's hand and walk in the future, that feeling must be great!

Now it finally sees Mummy, and Mummy is as beautiful as it imagined. But she refused to raise her hand to face it with a pair of fingers...

Nian Mo was a little aggrieved, and tentatively kicked it with her little feet, and kicked her little butt. A painting is just a painting, and she won't give it the slightest response.

In the end, it simply jumped to the hand part of the painting: "Mommy, hug."

Shen Jiuli's heart hurts like suffocation, and the little guy's unconscious movements often make people have the urge to burst into tears.

He put down the paintbrush, held the small stone in his palm, and touched it across the stone wall with his fingers: "Father will accompany you, and in the future, father will hold your hand and walk..."

I can't go on talking about this.