Chapter 728: Xia Xin (4)

Shui Anluo looked at her mother, but she didn't understand.
Chu Cuiyi held the sketchbook and slowly sat down beside the bed. His long fingers rubbed gently against the cover of the sketchbook.
Tightened slightly, as if struggling to open the book.
It was a birthday present from his aunt when he was three years old.
["Aunt, what is hand-painted?" Asked the three-year-old baby girl holding the phone.
"Hand-drawing is done by holding the pen in your hand. That's what your aunt likes to prepare for you. See if you like it?" On the phone, a soft voice came out.
"Well, I like it, but Dad said that it still has a name on it. Is the person aunt likes Xia Xin?"
"Haha, silly child, that is the last word of the aunt, and his last word."]
Xia Xin, Xia Xin!
The last word of the aunt, and the last word of the artist.
But in the third year of his return, he clearly remembered the conversation between grandma and aunt.
The painter is obviously dead.
Chu Cuiyi slowly opened the sketchbook, which contained robots, things the little boy liked.
However, in the corner of each page, there is a name.
Xia Xin.
Exactly the same handwriting, how can this be done fake?
When Shui Anluo was curious, Chu Jiyi suddenly got up, quickly walked to her, reached out and held her arm: "Where did the painting come from?"
Shui Anluo was frightened by his sudden movements and couldn't help but hold the child and wanted to step back.
"On the arch bridge, a poor painter." Shui Anluo whispered.
But as soon as her voice fell, Chu Cunyi quickly ran out.
Yu Ma was hit a bit, and looked at Chu Muyi, who was running fast, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Shui Anluo didn't know, it was just a painting. Why was he so excited?
Shui Anluo put the baby back on the bed, then looked down at the things on the bed, with curiosity, "These are all Chu Qiyi's toys?"
"Yeah, at that time, the young master was still abroad. This was brought back when the young master returned when he was three years old, and he has been with him for many years." Yuma said with a sigh, and the three-year-old baby girl did Father.
Chu Cuiyi is three years old?
Shui Anluo looked down and did not expect that he would also play these things. She thought he was just such a genius figure when he was born.
Yu Ma and Shui Anluo helped him clean up, but Shui Anluo couldn't help but pick up when he saw the sketchbook: "What's this?"
Yu Ma squinted her eyes and looked for a long time before thinking, "When the young master's third birthday, Miss Three gave him a birthday present, and the young master kept it as a baby."
Miss Three?
Chu Anxin?
Mo Lu's mother.
Shui Anluo opened the hand-painted book with curiosity. Want to see what can make Chu Niyi addicted?
The album was slowly opened, but it wasn't the above picture that caught the eyes of Shui'anluo first, but the name that fell in the corner.
Xia Xin.
Good familiar name.
Shui Anluo suddenly looked up, took out his painting, and then carefully compared the two names.
"It's over." Shui Anluo couldn't help but say.
The gift from Chu Cuiyi's aunt was the same as the name left on the portrait for himself, even the handwriting was the same!
Shui Anluo felt that her head was a bit big. Did she discover something that shouldn't be discovered?