The girl wanted to pick up the kitten, but she couldn't do it, for fear that she would hurt it, so she was so anxious that she wanted to cry again.

"What's wrong with it?" asked Han Xuan.

The kitten seemed to sense something, and tried to open its eyes, but its mouth opened but it couldn't make a sound, it was too weak.

"I don't know, it's already like this when I first found it, brother, can you help it?"

The girl's purple eyes stared at Han Xuan, and it looked like I would cry if you didn't save it, and they all said that the girl was made of water, and it was very obvious in her.

Xiao Han Xuan's heart softened, not to mention that he was going to do this, even for the sake of the beautiful girl's request, who could refuse her.

Let go of Father Han and walk over, squatting in front of the kitten, placing it on his lap and gently stroking the condensed hair.

He knows that animals like him very much, and you see McDull's chubby appearance, although he doesn't know why, and he doesn't know if it has any effect, it always hurts to try, at least it can make this abandoned little animal feel warm.

Turning his head to look at the little girl, it was a deep purple.

Her hair was brown, and her nose was high and her eyes were wide apart against the snow-white skin.

The soft eyebrows hang on the face, and the brow bones are relatively high, so the face appears three-dimensional, and from any angle, it is so perfect, like the most outstanding work of the Creator.

She didn't look as old as she was, she was a little thin, and her wide folder looked a little out of place behind her back.

He was wearing a white jacket, his pants were made of denim, and his small white shoes were a little shabby, but they were clean.

Seeing Han Xuan looking over, the girl was a little uneasy, and she was afraid that others would look at her, so she lowered her head and avoided her gaze.

Han Xuan had never seen such a beautiful girl.

In his previous life, there was a picture of purple eyes on the Internet, and he thought it was made by someone retouching the picture, but he didn't expect the world to really exist.

In fact, as early as 1968, scientists found this mutated gene in some mixed-race European and American women with Caucasian ancestry, and named it "Alexandrian origin".

When they are born, their eyes will be blue or gray, and when they are six months old, their eyes will begin to change from their original color to purple until they are 1 year old.

After that, until the end of puberty, the color of the purple is gradually deepened, and eventually their eyes become dark purple, dark purple, blue-violet or violet-blue.

The change will not have any effect on their vision, and the color will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

This kind of lucky person in the world will only appear one in every ten million people.

In other words, she in front of her is one-fifty and thirty times this world.

Han Xuan forgot everything at the moment, and only those pupils in his eyes seemed to have the power to charm people's hearts.

The girl's head was getting lower and lower, and her mood was a little lost, as if she remembered something bad from the past.

It was the first time for Han Qianshan to see his son so out of shape, he smiled secretly in his heart but coughed lightly beside him, and Han Xuan reacted at this time.

showed a smile and said to her, "My name is Han Xuan, can I know your name?"

The girl raised her head when she heard this, wiped the mist from her eyes, and there was some pencil ash on her little hands, which left a mark on her face, which looked very cute.

Stretched out his hand to Xiao Han and said, "Dolores, so brother, are you Chinese?"

"Dolores? What a sad name, yes, my ancestors are from China. ”

"Really? I also have a Chinese name, called Wenren Anya, which my great-grandmother helped me come up with, and she is also Chinese. ”

"Wenren is a very rare surname in China, which is very good. Han Xuan said.

"Then my brother just called me Chinese, Anya? I don't learn Chinese very well, my great-grandmother died last year, no one can teach me..." The girl said innocently, a little sad, reaching out and touching the kitten, it looked much better than just now.

"In our China, when people die, they become stars in the sky, and your great-grandmother has been watching you, and she will accompany you. Han Xuan comforted her and reached out to erase the pencil marks on Anya's face.

The girl's eyes kept staring at him, curious about Han Xuan's movements, and after a while, she spoke, and said softly, "Don't you hate me?"

"Why do you hate it?" asked Han Xuan by putting down his hand.

"Because of the eyes, it's so different, the school kids are afraid of me. The girl bowed her head and continued: "The adults don't like it either, they say that I am a child of Satan, and they don't let the children play with me, even my father has left. ”

The little face was full of loneliness, and tears were brewing in the eyes again.

Han Xuan didn't know what to say at the moment, so he lowered his head and touched the kitten, and said slowly: "You have a pair of beautiful eyes, like angels, they are so fascinating." In Egypt, it is believed that there used to be a group of elves who had the same eyes as you, so there is no need to be sad. ”

The girl looked up and smiled, "Elves, do they really exist?"

"yes, you are. ”

Seeing the bright smile on Anya's face, Han Qianshan squinted his eyes not far away, as if he was smiling, but he was ecstatic in his heart, he couldn't help but cheer, and his lips moved lightly: "Come on, baby!"

Caring people will not be bad after all, and Father Han is very relieved and relieved.

The kitten in his arms moved, and he opened his mouth to meow softly, Han Xuan felt its emotions, "It may be hungry, do you want to take it in?"

The girl was very moved, and shook her head helplessly: "My mother is a very stubborn person, she won't allow it, what should I do brother?"

seemed to regard Han Xuan as the backbone, and looked at him curiously.

"If no one takes it in, then I'll keep it, it's too small, it's going to die outside. ”

"That's great, brother, can I go and visit him? ”

"I'll be back in Montana in a few days, and if you want it, you can write to me and I'll send you a picture of it, or can I call?"

"Where's Montana, far away?"

"It's not very far, it's two hours. Silently added in the mind: "It's two hours by plane." ”

Seeing Anya's smiling face, Han Xuan also laughed, and said suspiciously, "What about your family?" ”

"I forgot! Mom is still waiting for me at home. ”

“……”

"Shall I take you home, Dad?"

"Tsk. ”

Han's father was funny and squeezed his eyes at his son: "Anya, where is your home? Let my brother take you by the hand, and we will send you home." ”

"Thank you, uncle, in Williamsburg. ”

"This is Williamsburg, that street?"

"Well, I forgot my uncle, ah, my house is an oil painting gallery, my English name!" Anya clapped her hands and said excitedly.

The father and son were speechless, and Father Han had no choice but to speak: "Let's go first, I'll look for it." ”

Han Xuan silently took Anya's little hand, two children of the same age who are quite pure, aren't they.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, Father Han pointed to the big sign across the street and turned his head: "Dolores, is this it?"

"Uh-huh. ”

“…”

“……”

“!”

At the entrance of the oil painting gallery, a woman was looking, she looked in her thirties, and she was relieved to see her daughter's small figure.

"Dolores, where have you run again!Ah, thank you for sending her back, sir. The woman's accent was Western European and she looked at a few people and said.

"It's okay, your daughter is cute, she just saved this poor kitten. ”

"I'm so worried about her, you know that security isn't very good here, so thank you again. ”

"Han Qianshan, this is my son Han Xuan, they are really difficult to discipline at this age, and I am also very distressed, right, ma'am. ”

"Please call me Cecilia, sir, please come in and sit down, I'll make you a cup of coffee, and this little gentleman, is Coke okay?"

"Thank you, Auntie. ”

"Then I'll trouble you, Qing Shui is fine, are you a painter?" Father Han asked.

Cecilia laughed, "It's just a person who creates it himself, and he doesn't have any outstanding works." ”

"You're so humble, I just want to buy some paintings, can you take a look?"

"Of course, sir, Dolores, show this handsome little friend your sketches. ”

Anya's face turned red, "Mom~ I'm not very skilled yet." ”

"It's okay, just let me see, Anya?" Han Xuan followed his father into the door, squeezing his eyes at the girl, he was very curious.

"Alright then, brother, don't you laugh at me......"

The girl turned and ran upstairs, and the voice came.

The gallery is not large, there are only two.

One room has a closed door, which seems to be a place for creation, and only six paintings hang on the wall in front of it. Four are landscapes, one is painted with figures, and the one in the corner is covered with cloth.

It's all classical realism, the tones are very soft, the composition is good, it doesn't seem to be as obscure as Cecilia herself says, and a good work never lacks appreciators.

Probably inherited her mother's talent, the girl was just six years old, and she drew still life sketches very well, at least in Han Xuan's opinion.

Anya stood aside, embarrassed and a little expectant, in addition to the teacher and mother, it was the first time she showed the sketch to others, Han Xuan did not disappoint her, and praised: "Your painting is awesome, it seems that there will be one more excellent artist in the future!"

"Brother~" The girl was embarrassed and said coquettishly.

Cecilia was smiling and introducing the creative concept of each painting to Han's father, when Han Xuan glanced at the covered work and wondered, "Anya, what is that?"

The girl's face became even redder, and she thought for a long time before she asked, "Do you want to see it?"

"Okay. ”

"Then you wait for me. Anya replied, turning to look behind: "Mom, is that painting finished?" Brother Han Xuan wants to see it. ”

"It's done, but it's okay. ”

Cecilia approached and lifted the tarpaulin, revealing the girl's smile and purple eyes sparkling.

Han Xuan, who had no artistic cells, was addicted at the moment, looked at this painting in a daze for a long time, and then looked at Anya, whose face was even redder.

Han Qianshan saw his son's eyes and knew that his time had come to play a role, "Ms. Cecilia, your work is really amazing, can you sell it?" "Which one?"

"All of them. ”

Cecilia looked at her daughter, and Anya nodded.