Moreover, he said many cruel words to his child that day, and he did not explain it afterwards. He must have been very scared, hearing that his father was going to abandon him. But when he learned that his mother was injured, he still wanted to rely on him as his father as soon as possible.
A bond where blood is thicker than water.
The man's cold expression finally softened a little, his heart became gentle, and his voice couldn't help but soften: "I will land tomorrow night, and ask him to wait for me."
After receiving the news, An Hai happily hung up the phone and conveyed it to Gu An.
"Oh, I understand. Thank you, uncle. I'll go find my aunt to wash up first." To his surprise, Gu An answered very calmly and was still very polite. An Hai's intuition was a little strange, but he didn't know what was strange.
Seeing the little man tightly hugging the paintbrush in his arms, his thin back was straight and strong. He once again felt that Gu An was really a smaller version of Li Jingyuan, with the same look and temperament to the extreme.
The next day, after breakfast.
Gu Liangyan turned on the computer and started to make a resume. She was a little confused when it came to filling in the life history section. She skipped the paragraph four years ago and silently finished writing her resume.
What can she do?
After four years in prison, what can she do?
Gu Liangyan thought to herself that this was wrong, and she began to recall, what did she want to do four years ago?
Great designers, the darlings of the fashion industry sought after by major newspapers and magazines, can go to Paris to take photos with Lafayette. As representatives of the domestic fashion frontier, they can create together with talented designers from various countries.
Make her favorite Tang suit, take her favorite Hanfu route, and carry forward the exquisiteness of the Chinese quintessence.
Open a studio that she likes, and paint when she has no tasks. She can paint anything she likes, including the Monet flowers in the notebook, or the guests who have been here.
Well, this is what Gu Liangyan wanted to do four years ago. Four years later, she couldn't even draw simple lines straight.
Gu Liangyan blankly retracted her hand that fell on the keyboard, raised her flawless white hands, and looked at them carefully. It seemed that there was something dirty covering them, covering her painting talent and hindering her dreams.
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Will she be able to start painting again if the dirt is removed?
Gu Liangyan's head suddenly felt empty.
What are those dirty things?
Was it the frustration and depression she felt after being slandered by Li Jingyuan, or the self-pity she felt after not being loved.
Gu Liangyan stood up, her vision went dark, and she fell back. Fortunately, she was holding on to the table to steady her slender waist.
"lady!"
Drops of blood spilled, and the heartbreaking pain snatched back her clarity. Suddenly, the exclamation of the new maid today, Mrs. Wang, came to her ears. She looked at the horrified Mrs. Wang next to her with confusion, and she was at a loss.
He looked ignorant, as if he had no idea what was going on.
Sensing the abnormality in her hands, Gu Liangyan lowered her head dullly, blood dripping from her right wrist. She was stunned for a moment, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a clear mind, but his movements are so clumsy.
He could be scratched by a utility knife even if he was holding a table. Gu Liangyan is really promising!!!
Gu Liangyan found the gauze and tightened her wound tightly. When it was inconvenient to bandage, she asked Aunt Wang for help with a smile. Aunt Wang came to her senses, gritted her teeth, and covered Gu Liangyan's wound with gauze with trembling hands.
Bandage it up.
Fortunately, only one layer of skin was scratched. The utility knife was used by An'er yesterday, and Gu Liangyan adjusted the blade to a safe distance, so only a little bit of the tip was exposed.