The portrait is very realistic.

The handsome young man was dressed in white and black pants, slightly tilted his body, and his red lips seemed to be smiling.

He was putting one hand in his pocket, showing the movement of looking back sideways.

She stood on the bridge, her dark peach blossom eyes shining brightly.

The breeze blew the boy's dark hair, and the boy's posture was cold and luxurious, and he was a very evil temperament and appearance.

However, the eyes that looked over at that moment were full of smiles and joy.

It seems like I am going to walk out of the picture frame and talk to you.

Mrs. Qin was stunned for several seconds before she realized that this was a portrait.

Not a real person.

For a moment, her expression on her face was extremely complicated.

In fact, Qin Zong’s painting skills are not very superb.

From Mrs. Qin's perspective, there are defects in brushstrokes and color use.

However, all defects become no longer important when perceiving the strong feelings written by the author.

Any art is used to express emotions.

Some are sad or happy, some are sad or angry.

After achieving the goal, the process is not important.

Mrs. Qin looked at the painting hanging in the corner of the wall, her nose felt sore, and the urge to cry suddenly surged in her throat.

She looked at the smiling boy in the portrait and covered her mouth tightly with her hands.

The whole room fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zheng never spoke, but just stood beside Mrs. Qin.

It took a long time for Mrs. Qin to recover from her emotions. She turned her eyes to look at her husband, "How did you... discover it?"

There are depression and crying in the voice.

Qin Zheng sighed softly, "I'm looking for someone to keep an eye on the whereabouts of that kid Lian Feng."

I found that Lian Feng had bought a lot of painting tools.

He was a little surprised at first, thinking that something was wrong with this guy Lian Feng, why did he suddenly want to learn to draw?

Later I found out that the painting tools Lian Feng bought were all prepared for Qin Zong.

Mrs. Qin took a breath, turned to the table, and wanted to sit for a while.

But I found some drawings scattered on the table.

She reached out and picked up the first one.

I took a look carefully.

After reading it, I picked up the second one and the third one…

It was discovered that the paintings painted by Qin Zong were coherent.

It should be the past memories of Xiao Zong and Yan Tao...

Mrs. Qin's face turned slightly pale, and her eyes were frozen on the first painting.

The boy at the beginning is arrogant and wanton.

He rushed over along a winding mountain road, his black hair was so arrogant.

Mrs. Qin did not continue to look down. She gently put down the drawings, placed them all back to their original positions.

A look of confusion and thought appeared in his eyes, and he murmured, "Did I do something wrong?"

Qin Zheng walked over slowly, his voice gentle and low, "No, you did nothing wrong."

From the mother's standpoint, Mrs. Qin just wanted to protect her children.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Mrs. Qin turned around, she looked up at her husband, pursed her lips slightly, "When she was just born, he was so small, as big as a kitten. They are also babies, and their children are healthy, only my children, who entered the intensive care unit as soon as they were born. In the first few years, I didn't dare to close my eyes when I went to bed at night, for fear that something would happen to the child in the middle of the night, and that when I woke up, he would be gone..."

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have plotted against others. Later, I was so obsessed with the pain of illness since I was a child..."
Chapter completed!