Chapter 2895: Good little Abao 4

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He had to forget that A Bao was not an ordinary child and did not guard him, but let him see the painting.
Hearing the shout of the Master, A Bao raised his head, looked up at the Master, and blinked, "Uncle Guoshi, you painted this picture yourself, right?"
Looking at the tears of Abao's tears seemed to blur the sight, but it was still clear and distressing. He understood Abao's meaning. If he painted it by himself, it would not be a predictable scene.
can……
This painting is indeed a scene he had foreseen early.
"When I found your mother, I had foreseen it for a long time, almost ten years." The teacher looked at A Bao, after all, he could not bear to lie, or he also knew that lying was not a lie. Treasure's can only tell the truth.
Because this is really not his own painting, but a scene he had foreseen early.
A long time ago, it can be said that the soul rebirth of Shen Qingdai was predicted from the day of Feng Tianlan, and at that time, he was more sure of his thoughts of wanting to change his destiny.
I did n’t understand why I changed my life against the sky until I recovered Pu Xia ’s memory, and after looking at this picture, I still understood.
Nothing is for others, just for her, just for her.
Seeing the state teacher deny it, Abao couldn't help but suddenly, tears of crystals, just like this, from his bright eyes, it fell like a rain, and it looked very annoying Distressed.
"Abao ..."
Seeing a cute little baby girl crying in front of her like this, even the ruthless person will be broken by crying heart.
The National Teacher has never coaxed people. At this time, looking at Abao was even more helpless. He could only look down at Abao with regret, watching him crying, but could not help but quietly stay with Abao Crying, crying, his heart was sore, and he blamed himself very much.
He should hide a little, and should not let A Bao see such a painting.
A Bao was crying with tears, almost crying out of breath, seeing that the scrolls were dripping with water from his tears, and seeing the teacher standing behind him, silently, busy returning the scrolls to him, "Sorry, Wet the painting of Uncle Guo Shi. "
"It's okay, don't cry. If your mother sees it and thinks I bully you, I will hate me even more, and I feel distressed too." The teacher held the scroll and comforted Abao.
But when talking about his mother, Abao's gaze, he glanced at the scroll held by the teacher, and the tears couldn't stop, he didn't cry, but he twitched and cried intermittently, that bean big The tears couldn't stop, falling down one by one.
The Chinese teacher looked very distressed and distressed. Why are the children's tears, without end, crying for two quarters, why are there so many tears?
Besides, Abao was about to stop crying. Why did he suddenly cry? What he said just now, is there any problem that made Abao sad?
The teacher carefully reflected on what he said just now. He didn't think he was wrong at all, but he looked at Abao very helplessly. It seemed to talk to Abao. He had to think twice, lest he accidentally The baby girl cried.
Abao trembled, looked up at the Master, and asked mutely, very pitifully, "Uncle Guoshi, does this painting herald the death of both father and mother?"