Chapter 1557: A sad picture

After all, it is the Son of God and has a natural sensitivity to divine power. Therefore, after staying beside God Jiuli, he recovers faster and more lively.
Now, the child is kept, but the mother-in-law is never found ...
Shen Jiuli sat alone for a long while in the quiet night and got out of bed.
Pick up the pen and paper and paint.
The person in the memory is extremely clear, and he can also portray her with closed eyes.
With a stroke of outline, a woman gradually appeared on his painting ...
Smart eyebrows and red lips are all in memory ...
He stood at the table and drew pictures one after another, each picture showing her in a different form.
Smiley, angry, shy, proud ...
Each one is her, each one is wonderful, it seems that everyone in each picture is looking at him ...
The heart seemed to be getting more and more painful.
Instead, he likes the pain. Only with such pain can he feel that he is alive, as if he is punishing himself ...
It's a sad picture.
No matter how many paintings he draws, even if he draws vividly, after all, it's just painting. He can't touch her, can't hear her, can't feel her ...
The window paper gradually cleared, and the sky was getting brighter. It was another day in the past and another morning.
Another day of hope, and finally despair-
He was nearing the end of another painting, and suddenly there was some movement behind him.
"Pop!" The small stone jumped onto the table. It was probably just waking up, and he was a little hesitant. He was not sure about the orientation.
God Jiuli grabbed it and put it on the table: "Be careful!"
The little stone shook again, and the little guy inside looked at the painting: "Is this mommy? So beautiful!"
"Your mummy is the most beautiful." God Jiuli replied it, in this world, in his eyes, no woman is more beautiful than her ...
The little guy was obviously rejoicing, bouncing on the painting: "I saw Mommy for the first time."
It stretched out its small hand and stuck it on the stone wall, as if to touch the hand of the person in the painting.
This hand has touched it tenderly across the belly countless times, making it feel the warmth of being pampered. In the past, every time it touched the belly with a small hand, it could get a response from the mother. It even heard her mother humming a strange song, what big head son little head dad, big hands holding small hands all the way to the end of the world ...
She once touched her little hand with her little hand across the belly, and promised: "Baby, you will grow up and be born soon. Mummy will be able to walk with your hand by then. Go there I can take you to play a lot of things ... "
So at that time, there was a kind of obsession that Mom would walk with her hand in the future, that feeling must be great!
Now it finally saw Mummy, Mummy was as beautiful as it thought. But she refused to raise her hand to pair her fingers ...
Nian Mo had some grievances. He tried kicking with his small feet and arching his small buttocks. Painting is just painting.
In the end it simply jumped to the hand part of the painting: "Mum, hug."
Shen Jiuli's heart suffocated like pain, the little guy's unconscious movements often made people burst into tears.
He put down his paintbrush, held the small stone in his palm, and touched it across the stone wall with his fingers: "Father and Prince are with you, and Father and Father will walk with you in the future ..."
Suffice it to say here.