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The last stroke fell, Wen Longnian looked at it for a long time before he put down the brush and nodded with satisfaction.

When the water dried, Wen Longnian spread his arms around the easel, as if he wanted to hold the person in the painting through the easel.

Wen Lian Lian: "Mother, today is my twentieth birthday, also... And the thirteenth year you've been gone... How are you doing over there? I miss you so much..." As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes.

"Dong, dong, dong --"

Suddenly there was a quiet knock in the direction of the door, and then came the clear, gentle voice of a young man of eighteen or nine.

"Sister, are you in there?"

I love to miss you. "..."

Hearing this voice, the house Wen Lannian first leng, followed by frown up.

The man outside the house was the child her father had brought to her when she was nine years old, after her mother's death, and the child of her half-father... The younger brother, originally Ji Yu, is now Wen Yu after her father's surname.

Wen Liannian did not want to pay any attention to the people outside, so she simply shut up. As long as she did not speak, the people outside would not know that she was there. At most, she would stay in the corridor for a while before she left, at least she thought so.