Su Xian was extremely shy, his hand on his side was carefully grasping his pants, his cheeks were hot and he was at a loss.

He has never had a father or mother, and he doesn't know what it feels like to be loved by others. Su Xian has an unknown past, and very few people know about it, so every time he sees those children who are loved by their parents, Su Xian will very envious.

Since he came to the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts, he has been addicted to painting, but he also has people he admires. The one he admires the most is Teacher Long.

What other teachers said was not wrong. Su Xian's talent in painting was simply unparalleled compared to other people. It seemed that because of his experience, the children's paintings had a strong style. With a strong shaping of the dark side of this society and the wanton pouring out of injustice in this society, every time someone sees such a painting, someone will always feel an indescribable depression.

There is an unwritten rule in the art world, just like the statue of Venus, only the incomplete is the eternal beauty, the beauty that people can record.

Generally speaking, the scope of painters is the same. Many artists like to use incompleteness and darkness to express their feelings about the world and their excessive pursuit of medical skills. On the contrary, it is difficult for those warm paintings to be liked and regarded as gods. .

Therefore, after seeing Su Xian's paintings, many people think that Su Xian must have his own place in the art world in the future, because although his paintings are dark and gloomy, they can give people the most real feelings in the world. It seems to be able to make people immersive, such a talent is not something that any painter can easily achieve.

And Su Xian's favorite thing in the school is to draw all day. After coming to the school for about half a year, he actually didn't know many people. Most of the time he spent most of his time with the principal and the principal's wife. Now he can contact Long Xiao, didn't even paint for a whole day, but followed Long Xiao's side, and was led by Long Xiao to buy this and that, which felt very strange.

This feeling of being cared for and liked by others makes Su Xian feel extremely happy and joyful.

Su Xian is very observant. Likes and dislikes can be seen at a glance in his eyes.

Su Xian looked at Long Xiao's distress and love, so when he was just pulled over by Long Xiao, he suddenly thought of Long Xiao's explanation, and his mother blurted out.

In fact, he never had a mother and didn't know what a mother was like.

Looking at his wife's surprised appearance, Long Xiao put one hand on Su Xian's head and stroked it, while the other grabbed his wife.

"Mo Wan, didn't you say you want a child? This child is a direct apprentice I accepted, and will also be our two children in the future. It's called Su Xian, how about it? Cute, right?"

He introduced Su Xian to his wife, knowing that his wife is the most soft-hearted, and Su Xian also raised his head and looked at Jiang Mowan with a look of anticipation, making Jiang Mowan dumbfounded.

She just wanted to have a child with her husband, but her husband brought her a real child as soon as he turned his face! This child looks like he is only in his early ten years, and he is too young. Where did he bring it?

"Axiao, you know that's not what I meant..."

I still don't know whose child this is, so she brought her to call her mother. Jiang Mowan felt that her heart would soften when she heard her mother, but this child belonged to someone else, so how could she be brought in casually?

"Okay, what's the matter? Let's talk while eating? Su Xian has been shopping with me all afternoon, and I'm tired. Shall we eat first?"

Coaxing his wife, hugging Su Xian's shoulders and taking the two to dinner, Jiang Mowan was helpless, went to the room and changed into home clothes, then washed her hands and sat in the restaurant.

Seeing some uncomfortable children, Jiang Mowan was still a little soft-hearted and took the initiative to speak.

"Your name is Su Xian, right? It's a nice name, is it Su from Suzhou, is it the envious Xian?"

Jiang Mowan asked Su Xian who was sitting next to her, and then took the public chopsticks to serve the child. Seeing that the child was white and thin, she only thought it was a little cute.

"Well, the name of the mistress is also very nice." Su Xian already knew the name of the mistress, so she also praised her back at this time. The small person pretended to be calm and made Jiang Mowan softer.

"Oh? Really? But you called my mother just now, why are you calling your wife now? If you call your mother, I don't mind~" Jiang Mowan joked with Su Xian, looking at the child's shy blushing, she laughed even more stand up.

Su Xian could feel the gentle eyes this woman looked at her, she liked her very much, and this realization made Su Xian even more excited, and she actually raised her head to look at Jiang Mowan next to her.

"Can I call your mother?"

Su Xian rarely takes the initiative to talk to people, and rarely takes the initiative to get close to people, but he likes the woman next to him, she is so gentle, and she is what he imagined his mother to look like.

The boy's dark eyes radiated light like black gems, and the expectations and requests in it made Jiang Mowan, a woman, naturally softened and nodded.

"Of course you can, since you are already A Xiao's closed disciple, a teacher for one day and a father for life, A Xiao is your father, of course I am your mother, you can call it whatever you want."

Jiang Mowan had already seen from the child's reaction that the child seemed to be very cautious and cautious in every move, not like the attitude of a healthy family child. Jiang Mowan has seen quite a few children. Those children who can grow up in normal families are full of self-confidence and sunshine, and are rarely so cautious with inferiority complex.

The more like this, the more gentle Jiang Mowan will be, and a little softer towards the child.

"Thank you mom." Su Xian smiled. After reading Jiang Mowan, he looked at Teacher Long, whom he admired. The name he once thought he couldn't pronounce, now he blurted out.

"Thank you dad too."

Long Xiao also looked at the child in surprise, only to realize that in this world, there really is fate, he likes this child very much, and this child can also feel the kindness between people, so he is willing to take the initiative to walk out Tortoise shell, to accept all this, it made Long Xiao a little unexpected.

"Then Su Xian can introduce himself to his mother, okay? Mom will introduce herself later."

Jiang Mowan has always been gentle. The least gentle and impulsive thing in her life is to pursue Long Xiao and finally get married vigorously. Now, Jiang Mowan's gentleness towards her children is like a real mother.

"My name is Su Xian. I'm thirteen years old this year. I'm studying painting at the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. I used to be... an orphan."

Referring to the past, Su Xian's expression was a little lower, and he was dodging a little, as if he was unwilling to let Jiang Mowan know what happened to him in the past.

"Are you thirteen years old? You look so young. Come on, eat more vegetables. If you have something to eat, tell your mother, and she will arrange it for you. Of course, you can also eat something you don't like. Tell my mother, and my mother will remember it. My mother is Jiang Mowan. She is 44 years old this year. She is the owner of several galleries. In the future, if A Xian's paintings are displayed, they can be displayed in her mother's gallery. At the age of entering the Academy of Fine Arts, Ah Xian is so good..."

While watching Su Xian eating, Jiang Mowan talked about her own affairs, and also praised him incidentally. This appearance made Long Xiao laugh at the side. She just thought that Jiang Mowan was too lonely because she was alone. Don't worry, you won't be so lonely anymore.

Su Xian is very good and deserves everyone's love.

In such gentle care, Su Xian gradually softened, and he began to gradually relax his vigilance. After dinner, Jiang Mowan and Long Xiao took Su Xian to see his room first, and then visited When went to Long Xiao's studio, Su Xian's eyes widened, and his face was full of love.

"If you like, you can also paint here in the future. Of course, we have other rooms and can re-arrange the studio for you."

Long Xiao can clearly see Su Xian's dedication to painting, and hopes that this child can have a better future.

Jiang Mowan's time for a meal has been conquered by the cute and pitiful Su Xian, and now she is very concerned about Su Xian.

"Thank you Dad." Su Xian raised his head and thanked him obediently, which made Jiang Mowan like it too much.

She thought, if she and Xiao had a child, would it be like Su Xian?

After the visit arrived at nine o'clock, Su Xian was arranged to go to bed. He lay obediently on the bed. After Long Xiao and Jiang Mowan both left his room, he suddenly covered his head with the quilt, and then went deeply into the room. He took a sip of the clean smell on the quilt. It was the smell of the new quilt, which made Su Xian feel as if a flower was blooming in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to really have his parents and a new home.

"Mom and Dad, good night."

He looked at the closed door and showed a sincere smile. After all, a thirteen-year-old child could not resist the gentle and firm charm of adults.

After Long Xiao and Jiang Mowan went outside, Jiang Mowan directly grabbed her husband's waist and twisted it around.

"Speak! What the hell is going on with Su Xian? Would you like to bring people home like this? What's the situation?"

Before Su Xian was here, Jiang Mowan didn't ask much, but knew that Su Xian was an orphan, but it was a little strange that she was brought home by her husband.

Long Xiao hurriedly pulled his wife's hand away, then hugged Jiang Mowan and explained gently.

"Su Xian is an orphan. His previous guardian was Mr. Meng, or Mr. Meng recommended me to take him as an apprentice. This child is very pitiful. Before he was brought back by Mr. Meng, he was begging on the roadside under the control of beggars. …”