Saying that, Du Xin opened the handbag and handed the invitation card in the bag to Shen Jiani.

Shen Jiani wanted to refuse, but when she accepted the invitation, she accidentally saw that it was her mother's Mobao, and her heart was straight. Itchy. Itchy.

As a painter, I haven't seen a master's painting, and that's a kind of last word.

And because as a daughter, I haven't seen my mother's paintings with my own eyes, which is even more of a manifestation of unfilial piety.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go!" ”

"That's okay, Nizi, I'll pick you up downstairs in your bedroom at six o'clock and take you to dress up!"

Half of the work was done, Du Xin was naturally happy, she unconsciously raised her arm, and touched Shen Jiani's frizzy hair as she once did.

Shen Jiani was a little dodgy, but it was too obvious to do it, and she touched her fragile head with her hand: "Aunt Xinxin, do you need to dress up?" ”

"My silly Nizi, this is a banquet, you have to dress up!" Du Xin seemed to be talking to her daughter, sincerely, without any falsehood, so that she felt that she must love the child in front of her.

Shen Jiani sighed helplessly and said, "Okay! "I feel like I'm going to be turned into someone I don't even know again.

Shen Jiani, who returned to the bedroom, sat on the sofa and looked at the invitation in her hand in a daze.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Du Xin flattered her, just like her uncle said, and it must have her purpose.

But she has no money, no power, and she is alone, so she doesn't care if she can hit her.

Slowly opened the invitation and looked at the painting inside.

There is not only the starry sky painted by her mother, but also the works that are not lost to "Starry Sky", which is also Shen Jiani's favorite "Home" series.

Yes, it's home.

It was just an abstract board painting, and it was difficult for ordinary people to appreciate the artistic conception of the mother.

But after Shen Jiani saw this picture, she clearly understood what her mother wanted to express.

She could see that the abstract painting was a house, where was the home of the Far North where she lived when she was young.

And the white touch after touch is the snow on the cherry blossom trees in the small garden in the backyard, and the yellow dots falling with the snowflakes, which are her swinging.

"Mom, is this your love for me?"

"Is it an emotion that is so abstract that no one else can understand?"

"Yes, this love only belongs to me, I understand, it's okay, whether others understand it or not, it's not that important!"

It seems that when she saw this painting, Shen Jiani understood her mother's love, and she was also relieved that she had passed away very early and did not spend much time with her.

With a helpless sigh, Shen Jiani put down the invitation and walked to the restaurant.

embarrassed her, turned on the gas stove, boiled water to cook noodles for herself.

Everyone knows that Shen Jiani loves noodles, but it's not because her mother loves noodles.

When she misses her, she wants to eat a bowl of fried poached eggs with noodles.

......

Time flies very quickly, two o'clock in a blink of an eye, three o'clock is skipped, and four o'clock is ushered in.

Seeing that it was already four o'clock, Du Xin got up from the sofa and glanced at her husband Wang Yingxiong, who was watching TV.

"I'll pick up Nan Nizi now, and in a while you will take Bei Bei to Hede Mall to choose a dress, where will we meet."

Facing his wife's instructions from side to side, Wang Yingxiong was not watching TV, turned his head to look at her, and said with a little impatience: "Xinxin, you have said it several times, don't worry, I am measured!" ”

"Beibei, have you memorized everything your mother taught you......?"