Chapter 539
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The girl said excitedly, "it's the house where Zhou Yuanchuan used to live. There should be your father's masterpiece there."
Trees have a completely different attitude, "you say this."
"No?"
With a gentle smile, he would change back to his ordinary appearance, "of course, but I haven't been back for a long time."
"Well, if it touches your sadness, we won't go."
"No, I've put it down for so many years."
This sentence is the existence of self deception. Where can I put the pain through my heart.
She didn't expose Mr. Lin's lie either. She nodded with a smile, "let's go and have a look."
She wants to take the trees out a little bit. From the tragedy formed by the original family when she was a child, she wants Mr. Lin to change his sensitive and suspicious character and get rid of the shadow that always belongs to luge.
Although she is black and blue and has not come out yet, she also wants to try to help others.
The second reason is that she wants to find out why Lin Shijin and Zhou Yuanchuan are separated.
According to the description of Da Jinya and Lin Lin, Miss Lin is certainly not a casual cheater after her relationship broke down.
She felt that there must be some amazing secret behind it.
Three and a half hours later.
The vehicle slowly drove into the suburbs. In addition to a milky white villa, this place is really quiet. Behind the villa is a large pine forest.
Parked the car on the roadside, a circle of low BlackBerry shrubs surrounded the villa door, passed through the useless small iron door, and roses were planted in the small yard. Now there are only bare branches.
Large areas of neatly manicured evergreen trees, green lawns and a swing in front of the villa.
Stepping up the steps into the room, the whole process of brown and solid wood furniture is warm but full of artistic sense. The combination of brown and bright yellow makes people feel both cheerful and warm.
Square grid tablecloth, linen grey carpet and furry sofa cushion, each design completely pokes Yun jou Chia's preference.
Bright green plants on the windowsill, comfortable and warm temperature. In the corridor on the second floor, I even saw a small bamboo basket filled with all kinds of car toys.
At a glance, you can imagine happiness from this family.
When the forest looked around, his eyes were filled with tears, which was probably all his happy memories.
He walked all the way to the end, gently pushed open the milky white door, "come on, this is the studio."
The studio is on the second floor. The room is about 30 square meters. It has a wide and bright French window. In the center is placed an easel and seats. A piece of white paper without ink is fixed on the drawing board.
There are all kinds of shelves and desks around. All the paintings are exquisitely decorated, or metal, wood or glass are all exquisitely beautiful. They are carefully placed in a circle.
The tree dragged her hand to the French window. The afternoon sun came in, and the studio was warm.
She almost saw a young man similar to the forest, more gentle and romantic. He may be shy, but he will also surprise the girl he loves. He will hum a tune and do what he likes every day.
"Which direction are you looking?"
Through the fields, Yun jou Chia saw the houses wrapped in trees, which was similar to the existence of manors or resorts.
He said, "that's the Lin family's territory. My mother used to work there and can come back soon every night. My father works in this studio and can see her as soon as he looks up. "
"How happy."
A smile also appeared on his face. Then he walked around the room and found a small painting from behind the stacks of oil paintings. The work was not beautiful, fine, and there was no harmonious color matching and scene.
Zhou Yuanchuan's main attack in his later period was Impressionism, with Monet's flavor in both characters and styles.
This painting was painted in the early stage when the style was not obvious. The painting was hasty but impassioned. It painted a park with towering huge trees in sharp contrast to the small yellow flowers on the ground.
There are benches in the shade of the tree. Girls in windbreaker and little sheepskin boots are reaching out to feed pigeons. With long curly hair, pink face and berets, aunt Lin was the brightest cub in the street 20 years ago.
The whole picture is warm and harmonious. Ordinary figure scene painting and typesetting are not even excellent.
She had guessed the meaning of the picture, "is this the picture your father first met aunt Lin?"
"Yes, at first sight."
He looked at it several times and put it down reluctantly. "Before, he didn't show off to me. He said that now his painting skills are getting better and better, but he doesn't have the passion for this painting."
Yun jou Chia's hand stayed on the next album. It was still a towering giant tree. It was completely realistic. The shadow, light and leaves of the trunk were depicted in great detail.
But her attention was not on the painting, and her fingers gently swept the edge of the painting.
The forest noticed his sudden silence, "what's the matter?"
"Mr. Lin, do you often come back?"
"No, it's sad for me. I haven't been back in four or five years. "
Yun jou Chia continued to ask, "is there an aunt who often cleans here?"
He frowned more inexplicably, "no, it has been deserted since my mother took me away. No one has come for nearly 20 years. It is estimated that no one else will have the key here except me."
She raised her eyebrows and handed her fingers to each other. "But it doesn't look like waste."
The paintings that have not been touched for 20 years are extremely clean.
The woods were as like as two peas. He was only indulging in memories. He felt that the house was exactly the same as his memory, but he neglected an important question.
Twenty years later, it shouldn't be the same.
The roses downstairs grow as usual, blackberry shrubs and evergreen trees are also built, and the floors and all kinds of textiles are extremely clean. In the past 20 years, the tables should be rotten or old. How can they be so expensive?!
The green pineapple in that pot of memory is not dead.
Toys, things placed, and now the temperature in the room is warm.
He bent down and touched the floor. There was no dust on the floor, which meant that he would clean it at least once a day.
"How could this happen?"
The girl's eyes looked at the Lin family's manor, "this proves that you are wrong. Someone has been here."
"But this is my home. Only three of us have keys!"
"Your mother, she is alive and capable of action. If she comes back every day, she should be able."
The forest's expression was unusually complex. It seemed that there was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart. Finally, he said to himself“ How could it be? How could she come back? "
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The girl said excitedly, "it's the house where Zhou Yuanchuan used to live. There should be your father's masterpiece there."
Trees have a completely different attitude, "you say this."
"No?"
With a gentle smile, he would change back to his ordinary appearance, "of course, but I haven't been back for a long time."
"Well, if it touches your sadness, we won't go."
"No, I've put it down for so many years."
This sentence is the existence of self deception. Where can I put the pain through my heart.
She didn't expose Mr. Lin's lie either. She nodded with a smile, "let's go and have a look."
She wants to take the trees out a little bit. From the tragedy formed by the original family when she was a child, she wants Mr. Lin to change his sensitive and suspicious character and get rid of the shadow that always belongs to luge.
Although she is black and blue and has not come out yet, she also wants to try to help others.
The second reason is that she wants to find out why Lin Shijin and Zhou Yuanchuan are separated.
According to the description of Da Jinya and Lin Lin, Miss Lin is certainly not a casual cheater after her relationship broke down.
She felt that there must be some amazing secret behind it.
Three and a half hours later.
The vehicle slowly drove into the suburbs. In addition to a milky white villa, this place is really quiet. Behind the villa is a large pine forest.
Parked the car on the roadside, a circle of low BlackBerry shrubs surrounded the villa door, passed through the useless small iron door, and roses were planted in the small yard. Now there are only bare branches.
Large areas of neatly manicured evergreen trees, green lawns and a swing in front of the villa.
Stepping up the steps into the room, the whole process of brown and solid wood furniture is warm but full of artistic sense. The combination of brown and bright yellow makes people feel both cheerful and warm.
Square grid tablecloth, linen grey carpet and furry sofa cushion, each design completely pokes Yun jou Chia's preference.
Bright green plants on the windowsill, comfortable and warm temperature. In the corridor on the second floor, I even saw a small bamboo basket filled with all kinds of car toys.
At a glance, you can imagine happiness from this family.
When the forest looked around, his eyes were filled with tears, which was probably all his happy memories.
He walked all the way to the end, gently pushed open the milky white door, "come on, this is the studio."
The studio is on the second floor. The room is about 30 square meters. It has a wide and bright French window. In the center is placed an easel and seats. A piece of white paper without ink is fixed on the drawing board.
There are all kinds of shelves and desks around. All the paintings are exquisitely decorated, or metal, wood or glass are all exquisitely beautiful. They are carefully placed in a circle.
The tree dragged her hand to the French window. The afternoon sun came in, and the studio was warm.
She almost saw a young man similar to the forest, more gentle and romantic. He may be shy, but he will also surprise the girl he loves. He will hum a tune and do what he likes every day.
"Which direction are you looking?"
Through the fields, Yun jou Chia saw the houses wrapped in trees, which was similar to the existence of manors or resorts.
He said, "that's the Lin family's territory. My mother used to work there and can come back soon every night. My father works in this studio and can see her as soon as he looks up. "
"How happy."
A smile also appeared on his face. Then he walked around the room and found a small painting from behind the stacks of oil paintings. The work was not beautiful, fine, and there was no harmonious color matching and scene.
Zhou Yuanchuan's main attack in his later period was Impressionism, with Monet's flavor in both characters and styles.
This painting was painted in the early stage when the style was not obvious. The painting was hasty but impassioned. It painted a park with towering huge trees in sharp contrast to the small yellow flowers on the ground.
There are benches in the shade of the tree. Girls in windbreaker and little sheepskin boots are reaching out to feed pigeons. With long curly hair, pink face and berets, aunt Lin was the brightest cub in the street 20 years ago.
The whole picture is warm and harmonious. Ordinary figure scene painting and typesetting are not even excellent.
She had guessed the meaning of the picture, "is this the picture your father first met aunt Lin?"
"Yes, at first sight."
He looked at it several times and put it down reluctantly. "Before, he didn't show off to me. He said that now his painting skills are getting better and better, but he doesn't have the passion for this painting."
Yun jou Chia's hand stayed on the next album. It was still a towering giant tree. It was completely realistic. The shadow, light and leaves of the trunk were depicted in great detail.
But her attention was not on the painting, and her fingers gently swept the edge of the painting.
The forest noticed his sudden silence, "what's the matter?"
"Mr. Lin, do you often come back?"
"No, it's sad for me. I haven't been back in four or five years. "
Yun jou Chia continued to ask, "is there an aunt who often cleans here?"
He frowned more inexplicably, "no, it has been deserted since my mother took me away. No one has come for nearly 20 years. It is estimated that no one else will have the key here except me."
She raised her eyebrows and handed her fingers to each other. "But it doesn't look like waste."
The paintings that have not been touched for 20 years are extremely clean.
The woods were as like as two peas. He was only indulging in memories. He felt that the house was exactly the same as his memory, but he neglected an important question.
Twenty years later, it shouldn't be the same.
The roses downstairs grow as usual, blackberry shrubs and evergreen trees are also built, and the floors and all kinds of textiles are extremely clean. In the past 20 years, the tables should be rotten or old. How can they be so expensive?!
The green pineapple in that pot of memory is not dead.
Toys, things placed, and now the temperature in the room is warm.
He bent down and touched the floor. There was no dust on the floor, which meant that he would clean it at least once a day.
"How could this happen?"
The girl's eyes looked at the Lin family's manor, "this proves that you are wrong. Someone has been here."
"But this is my home. Only three of us have keys!"
"Your mother, she is alive and capable of action. If she comes back every day, she should be able."
The forest's expression was unusually complex. It seemed that there was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart. Finally, he said to himself“ How could it be? How could she come back? "
The girl said excitedly, "it's the house where Zhou Yuanchuan used to live. There should be your father's masterpiece there."Trees have a completely different attitude, "you say this.""No?"With a gentle smile, he would change back to his ordinary appearance, "of course, but I haven't been back for a long time.""Well, if it touches your sadness, we won't go.""No, I've put it down for so many years."This sentence is the existence of self deception. Where can I put the pain through my heart.She didn't expose Mr. Lin's lie either. She nodded with a smile, "let's go and have a look."She wants to take the trees out a little bit. From the tragedy formed by the original family when she was a child, she wants Mr. Lin to change his sensitive and suspicious character and get rid of the shadow that always belongs to luge.Although she is black and blue and has not come out yet, she also wants to try to help others.The second reason is that she wants to find out why Lin Shijin and Zhou Yuanchuan are separated.According to the description of Da Jinya and Lin Lin, Miss Lin is certainly not a casual cheater after her relationship broke down.She felt that there must be some amazing secret behind it.Three and a half hours later.The vehicle slowly drove into the suburbs. In addition to a milky white villa, this place is really quiet. Behind the villa is a large pine forest.Parked the car on the roadside, a circle of low BlackBerry shrubs surrounded the villa door, passed through the useless small iron door, and roses were planted in the small yard. Now there are only bare branches.Large areas of neatly manicured evergreen trees, green lawns and a swing in front of the villa.Stepping up the steps into the room, the whole process of brown and solid wood furniture is warm but full of artistic sense. The combination of brown and bright yellow makes people feel both cheerful and warm.Square grid tablecloth, linen grey carpet and furry sofa cushion, each design completely pokes Yun jou Chia's preference.Bright green plants on the windowsill, comfortable and warm temperature. In the corridor on the second floor, I even saw a small bamboo basket filled with all kinds of car toys.At a glance, you can imagine happiness from this family.When the forest looked around, his eyes were filled with tears, which was probably all his happy memories.He walked all the way to the end, gently pushed open the milky white door, "come on, this is the studio."The studio is on the second floor. The room is about 30 square meters. It has a wide and bright French window. In the center is placed an easel and seats. A piece of white paper without ink is fixed on the drawing board.There are all kinds of shelves and desks around. All the paintings are exquisitely decorated, or metal, wood or glass are all exquisitely beautiful. They are carefully placed in a circle.The tree dragged her hand to the French window. The afternoon sun came in, and the studio was warm.She almost saw a young man similar to the forest, more gentle and romantic. He may be shy, but he will also surprise the girl he loves. He will hum a tune and do what he likes every day."Which direction are you looking?"Through the fields, Yun jou Chia saw the houses wrapped in trees, which was similar to the existence of manors or resorts.He said, "that's the Lin family's territory. My mother used to work there and can come back soon every night. My father works in this studio and can see her as soon as he looks up. ""How happy."A smile also appeared on his face. Then he walked around the room and found a small painting from behind the stacks of oil paintings. The work was not beautiful, fine, and there was no harmonious color matching and scene.Zhou Yuanchuan's main attack in his later period was Impressionism, with Monet's flavor in both characters and styles.This painting was painted in the early stage when the style was not obvious. The painting was hasty but impassioned. It painted a park with towering huge trees in sharp contrast to the small yellow flowers on the ground.There are benches in the shade of the tree. Girls in windbreaker and little sheepskin boots are reaching out to feed pigeons. With long curly hair, pink face and berets, aunt Lin was the brightest cub in the street 20 years ago.The whole picture is warm and harmonious. Ordinary figure scene painting and typesetting are not even excellent.She had guessed the meaning of the picture, "is this the picture your father first met aunt Lin?""Yes, at first sight."He looked at it several times and put it down reluctantly. "Before, he didn't show off to me. He said that now his painting skills are getting better and better, but he doesn't have the passion for this painting."Yun jou Chia's hand stayed on the next album. It was still a towering giant tree. It was completely realistic. The shadow, light and leaves of the trunk were depicted in great detail.But her attention was not on the painting, and her fingers gently swept the edge of the painting.The forest noticed his sudden silence, "what's the matter?""Mr. Lin, do you often come back?""No, it's sad for me. I haven't been back in four or five years. "Yun jou Chia continued to ask, "is there an aunt who often cleans here?"He frowned more inexplicably, "no, it has been deserted since my mother took me away. No one has come for nearly 20 years. It is estimated that no one else will have the key here except me."She raised her eyebrows and handed her fingers to each other. "But it doesn't look like waste."The paintings that have not been touched for 20 years are extremely clean.The woods were as like as two peas. He was only indulging in memories. He felt that the house was exactly the same as his memory, but he neglected an important question.Twenty years later, it shouldn't be the same.The roses downstairs grow as usual, blackberry shrubs and evergreen trees are also built, and the floors and all kinds of textiles are extremely clean. In the past 20 years, the tables should be rotten or old. How can they be so expensive?!The green pineapple in that pot of memory is not dead.Toys, things placed, and now the temperature in the room is warm.He bent down and touched the floor. There was no dust on the floor, which meant that he would clean it at least once a day."How could this happen?"The girl's eyes looked at the Lin family's manor, "this proves that you are wrong. Someone has been here.""But this is my home. Only three of us have keys!""Your mother, she is alive and capable of action. If she comes back every day, she should be able."The forest's expression was unusually complex. It seemed that there was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart. Finally, he said to himself How could it be? How could she come back? "
