After all, it is the Son of God and has a natural sensitivity to divine power. Therefore, after staying by the side of God Jiuli, it recovers faster and faster and more lively.

Now, the child is saved, but the child's mother can never find it again...

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

Pick up paper and pen and write there to paint.

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

With each stroke, a woman gradually appeared on his paintings...

The agile eyebrows and eyes and slightly curled red lips are all the same as they remember...

He stood at the table and drew one picture after another, each painting of a different shape.

Smiling, angry, shy, proud...

Every picture is her, every picture is vivid, as if the person in each picture is looking at him...

My heart seems to be getting more and more painful.

Instead, he likes the pain. Only when it hurts so much can he feel that he is still alive, as if he is punishing himself...

A sadness cannot be painted.

No matter how many he draws, no matter how vivid he draws, he is just a painting. He can't touch her, hear her, or feel her...

The window paper gradually became clear and the sky was getting brighter. Another day passed and another morning.

Another day's hope, and finally despair-

Another painting approached the end, and a little movement suddenly appeared behind him.

"Bang!" Xiao Shitou jumped onto the table. It was probably just woken up and was a little confused. It was not very accurate in judging the direction. It was jumping on the edge of the table, shaking and almost fell down.

Shen Jiuli grabbed it with one hand and placed it on the table: "Be careful!"

The little stone shook again, and the little guy inside looked on the painting: "Is this mommy? So beautiful!"

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

The little guy was obviously happy and jumped on the painting: "I saw Mommy for the first time."

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

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

She had touched her hand with her little hand through her belly more than once, and made a promise: "Baby, you are about to grow up and be born, and your mom will be able to walk with your hand. Then I can take you to play with a lot of things..."

So at that time, Nianmo had the obsession of walking with his mother in the future, and that feeling must be great!

Now it finally saw Mommy, who was as beautiful as it imagined. But she refused to raise her hand and pointed it at a pair of fingers...

Nian Mo felt a little aggrieved, and he tried to kick it with his little feet and arched his butt. He just drew it and would not respond to it at all.

Finally it simply jumped to the hand where the painting was drawn: "Mommy, hug."

Shen Jiuli's heart was suffocating, and some unconscious actions of the little guy often make people feel the urge to burst into tears.

He put down his brush, held the small stone in his palm, and used his fingers to touch it across the stone wall: "Father, please accompany you, and in the future, your father will walk with your hand..."
Chapter completed!