you are my lifelong love

Chapter 103 Portrait
Although Mu Yuchen now says that he doesn't want a wife, Ling Chuxia knows the saying "If you have a wife, you forget your mother", a boy will always leave his mother when he grows up.

But now listening to Mu Yuchen's childish words, Ling Chuxia is still very happy.

"Good boy, then mom will always be with Chenchen!" Ling Chuxia smiled and kissed him.

Mu Yuchen also showed a big smile when he heard this, and kissed his mother's cheek as well, her face was like a red apple.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Ling Chuxia took the unexpected first step in her dream of becoming a designer. The smile on her face can't be hidden, so when she returns to Mu's house, other people can easily feel Ling Chuxia's kindness. Feeling.

"What's the matter, is there anything fun to do?"

Moore went to France for business in the past two days, but he didn't expect to see Ling Chuxia so happy when he came back.

Could it be that in the few days since he left, what progress has she made with her cousin?
I have to say that Moore really thinks far enough...

"Can't you be happy if you don't have something fun to do? People have to be happy!" Ling Chuxia sat on the carpet and accompanied her son to draw, with a relaxed smile on her face.

Of course, she said this now because she obviously forgot the boredom and sorrow that was always on her face.

Moore shrugged, then smiled: "Yeah, the most important thing is to be happy!"

Then Moore patted Mu Yuchen's head, and asked his little nephew with a smile if this made sense.

Mu Yuchen didn't quite understand the deep meaning in Moore's words, but he was happy when his mother was happy, so he smiled and nodded, and then continued to doodle on the paper.

Seeing the originally clean white drawing paper being painted with various colors, the corners of Moore's eyes twitched: "Chenchen, what is... what are you painting?"

Mu Yuchen gave Moore a strange look, which meant "I don't understand this", and then said, "I'm drawing Dad!"

amount……

Moulton felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Then he covered his mouth and twitched suspiciously.

Ling Chuxia also had a smile on her face, but she still gave Moore a warning push, signaling him not to exaggerate too much, which would dampen her son's enthusiasm.

"Okay, when your father comes back, you must give it to him as soon as possible!"

Moore looked at the painting, really looking forward to Mu Hanjue's expression when he saw it.

Then Mu Yuchen nodded solemnly.

Mu Hanjue also came back during dinner.

"Chenchen, don't take out the painting you gave to your father!" Moore said with a smile.

Mu Yuchen almost forgot about it, and immediately ran to get his painting when Moore reminded him, but at this moment, Moore doted on Mu Hanjue and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing Moore's action, Mu Hanjue had a very bad premonition.

"Our Chenchen is so obedient, and even painted for Dad!" Zhou Hui was still looking forward to his grandson's painting.

Mu Qiaolan was also full of expectations.

Then Mu Yuchen ran back with small steps, holding a rolled up drawing paper in his hand.

"This is for Dad!"

Mu Yuchen stood in front of Mu Hanjue and handed over his work to his father.

Mu Hanjue hesitated for a moment, but still took it stiffly, and then unfolded the drawing paper.

!

Others couldn't see what was painted, so only Ling Chuxia and Moore knew what the painting looked like, but Zhou Hui and Mu Qiaolan didn't know, so they all wanted to see Mu Yuchen's first painting with great anticipation. What does the painting look like.

But Mu Hanjue obviously didn't want to give them this chance, so he put away the painting directly.

"Not bad." Mu Hanjue commented briefly, the circle, rectangle and strip of color blocks on the painting can barely see the outline of a "person", it is really a "very good" work.

Mu Yuchen showed a cute smile, and then sat beside his mother, as if begging for praise.

Ling Chuxia picked up a chicken wing for her son, then smiled and patted his head to show her encouragement.

Although my son's drawing is not very good, but after all, my son is still young, so it can be seen that he has drawn with his heart... right... If you keep working hard, you will definitely be able to draw better in the future.

After that, although Zhou Hui and Mu Qiaolan both wanted to watch it, they were stopped by Mu Hanjue, which made them unhappy.

In the evening, Ling Chuxia took Mu Yuchen to take a bath. Mu Yuchen, who was steaming from the bath, was wrapped in a soft and large towel, looking very cute.

Then Ling Chuxia dried Mu Yuchen's hair, changed into green cartoon pajamas, and stuffed him under the bed.

But before getting into bed, Mu Yuchen suddenly and mysteriously took out another piece of drawing paper from his schoolbag.

"This is?" Ling Chuxia looked at his son's movements in puzzlement.

"It's for mom!"

Mu Yuchen's face didn't know whether it was because of the heat from the bath or shyness, the flushed face looked very cute, but his hands were twisted together, and he did look a little nervous.

Today, the kindergarten teacher asked them to draw their parents. Mu Yuchen drew his mother at school, and then drew his father when he got home.

Ling Chuxia opened the drawing paper. She originally thought that the style of the painting would be similar to the one Mu Yuchen drew for Mu Hanjue before, and she was ready to encourage her son.

But when she unfolded the painting, she was stunned.

totally different.

If Mu Hanjue's painting is abstract, then this painting is definitely documentary.

Although this painting is not so good, after all, it was made by a five-year-old child, but at least it is somewhat similar to her, with long hair, big eyes, and a pink skirt. He was holding a little boy in his hand.

Ling Chuxia's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.

It was given to her by her son...

"Mom, don't you like it?" Mu Yuchen looked at Ling Chuxia without speaking for a long time and asked nervously. He wondered if his drawing was too bad. His mother was so beautiful but he couldn't draw it. It's not that I don't like his paintings.

However, Ling Chuxia shook her head, then put the painting on the table next to her, hugged her son tightly in her arms, and there was a sparkle in her eyes: "Mom is so happy, Chenchen painted so beautifully , Mom likes it very much, Mom likes Chenchen the most..."

She had never imagined such a day in her dreams. Every time she dreamed back at midnight, there was only a child who couldn't see clearly facial features sitting on the ground and seemed to be waiting for her helplessly, but she still couldn't get close.

But now she can listen to him call mother, hug him tightly, kiss him, send him to school, pick him up from school, this is something Ling Chuxia could never have imagined.

If this is still a dream, then she really hopes that she will never wake up... She can hold the little child in her arms forever...

(End of this chapter)