: Chapter 31

How could Fan Shen know Al!
Xiao He's steady heart just now mentioned the commanding heights again.
Sure enough... something happened?
Fan Shen didn't look up, only cut a piece of bread, and continued: "After you were drunk, you kept calling his name."
Yes... so.
Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief again, and it was normal to call his name. After all, his current identity is Fan Shen's father. If he and his mother have a good relationship, it can be considered a positive education.
"That's your mother." Xiao He took a deep breath, thinking about deliberately brewing his emotions, but in fact, as long as he mentioned Al, his whole person was covered with longing, and there was no need for deliberate preparation.
Fan Shen didn't say a word, just gently put down the knife and fork, and asked slowly: "Can I see her?"
Xiao He was startled, then panicked.
Look... how to look...
Soon, Fan Shen said again: "Her pictures, are there any?"
Xiao He slowed down.
But he does not have a picture of her.
"You have such a good relationship, there must be many pictures of her, why have I never seen it before."
Xiao He's body stiffened and he suddenly realized his negligence.
It stands to reason that a single father with his son should put his wife's photos on the bedside every day.
But how did he change the arrangement? He has nothing to do with Fan Shen's mother, all he has is...only Al's...
correct! Xiao He reacted. He has no photos, but he has paintings!
He once painted a chapter of the appearance of Ayre's women's clothing...Of course, this is not his bad taste, but the third child wanted a picture at the time, and his head was twitched that day. The face turned into Al.
After that, it was naturally impossible to submit the picture, but he was reluctant to lose it, so he saved it, but he didn't expect to use it now.
Xiao He put down his knife and fork, stood up and said, "Wait, Dad will find it for you."
The son is starting to wonder about his mother, which is also a good thing. After all, she sacrificed her life for him, and he shouldn't monopolize him so completely.
Xiao He hurried back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase and started tossing.
Fan Shen stood up silently and followed him.
Xiao He was always carefree, and he never treated his son with defense, so he didn't even close the door.
Fan Shen leaned against the door, through the crack of the door, he could just see his back.
His father has a secret, the safe with six rows of codes.
He never knew what was in it, but he knew how much Xiao He cherished it.
Cherish it so much that he can't wait to fall asleep in his arms every night, and so cherish that he will wake up if someone touches it.
Fan Shen has thought about it countless times, what is in it.
But now... he is sure.
What's inside is Xiao He's heart.
One filled the heart of the woman Al.
Fan Shen watched quietly, until Xiao He was about to get up, he turned and left and sat down at the dining table.
Xiao He locked the password box and walked over quickly with the painting.
"Look, this is your mother, is this beautiful?"
Fan Shen took it, just glanced at it, and frowned slightly.
It's so alike, it's like looking in a mirror.
Is he and his mother similar to this level?
Xiao He was also looking at the painting, his eyes were full of explicit nostalgia, and his voice became much softer for this reason: "He is very beautiful, isn't he? He is the best-looking person I have ever seen."
Fan Shen turned his head to look at him, only to feel that his heart was slammed: "I really look like her."
"Yes, yes," Xiao He bent his eyes, "it's exactly the same."
Fan Shen looked at him without making a sound.
He finally understood why Xiao He was so forgetful last night.
Because he looks so much like her, it is natural for him to mistake him for her when he is drunk.
When he thinks of the lingering last night, in his mind, it is all about him and this woman, and he is full of despair.
The most beautiful thing in his fantasy is another fantasy for others.
Is there anything more cruel than this?
Fan Shen closed his eyes, and the last flame in his heart was completely extinguished.
Sure enough, he didn't even have any in his heart.
Father and son, why should they be father and son!
Fan Shen's hand holding the photo uncontrollably squeezed the painting, and his voice seemed steady and calm under the suppression of his efforts: "Dad, can this painting be given to me?"
Xiao He was startled.
Fan Shen didn't look at him, and only whispered: "She is my mother. Although I don't remember, there should always be a memorial by my side."
This is correct, Xiao He immediately said after returning to his senses: "Okay, you take it, I can draw more of her before when I have time, you can keep all of them when you have time."
Fan Shen's heart stagnated, but soon he said, "No need."
Xiao He looked at him suspiciously.
Fan Shen looked up and stared at him: "I don't want you to be too sad. She has already left. I believe that once you paint her, you will remember it once, and that doesn't feel good."
Unexpectedly, he would say that, Xiao He's eyes were red without any promise at this moment.
Because I was completely on my mind.
Every time he painted Al, all he recalled was the sweetness of the past, but after finishing the painting, looking at the lifeless picture, he had to face reality very clearly.
Faced with this, he has lost his reality.
But it couldn't stop.
If you don't paint, you will be lost, if you paint, you will be desperate.
In fact, Xiao He was very fortunate. Fortunately, he had Xiao Fanshen. If he returned to reality directly, he would be completely defeated by this kind of despair, and he would never recover.
Seeing his pale complexion and red eyes, Fan Shen couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
He got up, went around the dining table, and encircled him.
"Dad, it's okay, with me, I will always be with you."
His son's embrace was broad and warm, and Xiao He felt a little relieved, but at the same time slightly bitter.
Fan Shen has grown up, he has grown up very well, is he about to leave too?
After losing Al and leaving Fan Shen, Xiao He was suddenly a little scared, afraid of the reality that should have been reality.
Because of the fear in his heart, Xiao He spoke and said something inappropriate: "Shall we sleep together tonight, okay?"
He missed Fan Shen very much when he was young. At that time, he stuck to him all the time. At night, he would sleep with his arms, hug him, and give him great warmth with his small body.
Although he was still insomnia at that time, he didn't keep his eyes open until two or three o'clock in the morning.
But since Fan Shen grew up and separated from him, he could no longer fall asleep easily.
When it gets dark, he will have unstoppable memories, unstoppable thoughts, and then can't close his eyes.
If it was before, he would not make such a request.
But Xiao He has an intuition that his task may be about to be completed, and he is leaving, so... let him be willful once.
Fan Shen hugged his hand tightly, and for a while, he whispered: "Okay."