Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She put her daughter back in the room, and twisted a new dry towel from the bathroom. She wiped her little feet gently, and the rain seemed to feel that someone was touching her feet, so it was a little uncomfortable. She frowned a little.

At this time, her frowning movements and her flat little lips really looked like a person. She could not deny the blood relationship, and the blood relationship was really a wonderful thing, although the child did not even know her father. Her existence, she has never seen her own biological father, but sometimes, her character, her habits, and even her expression, there is the shadow of that man.

When she came out, Gao Yi was still sitting on the sofa with a stack of things on her legs. Xia Ruoxin plucked her hair, and then hooked it to her ears.

"If you want, come and sit," Gao Yi knew that she was here, and pointed to the position beside her. In the meantime, she didn't look up and focused on the pictures on her legs.

Xia Ruoxin walked over and sat down with his hands on his knees. He was well-educated between actions.

In Xia's ten years, she didn't learn anything else, but she didn't lack these things. After all, Xia Ming was doing a good job on the surface, and Shen Yijun couldn't let her be a tool to explain Xia's father and daughter. What are the bad effects. Therefore, she should learn everything. She should pay attention to it. She also understands that, for example, she has been sitting in poverty in recent years, but she has not lost something.

Perhaps it can be said that that is habit and instinct.

"If you like, do you like to paint?"

Gao Yi sorted out the pictures on his legs, then closed them and set them aside. The movement was very light, unlike some people who like to throw them everywhere. It can be seen that this man's heart is very delicate, and he respects others and himself. .

"Well, I like it," Xia Ruoxin didn't hide his hobbies. "I liked it when I was young. I don't remember much. It seems that my biological father just likes to draw. At that time, he would teach me how to draw. Although his appearance has been obscured, but in my memory, it is indeed the memory, maybe this is my favorite from my father. "

"It was only later ..." Her voice slowed, slowed, and had a ridiculous mockery. "After my mother took me to the Xia family, even my only hobby was deprived, but I You know, this is the price you must pay when you go to the Xia family to have a bite. She has it, and I have it. Otherwise, no one will treat you for no reason. To be frank, you are not a stranger. "

She was thinking very openly, and there was no resentment, but she just had some regrets.

"This way ..." Gao Yihuan hugged his chest, then stretched out his hand, put his warm fingers on her forehead, and then plucked her house business' hair back to her ear.

"If you like it, just go to school. It will be good to be a painting teacher in the future."

"Me?" Xia Ruoxin pointed to himself, always feeling that Gao Yi looked a little too much at her. Her specialty was not to learn painting, but to learn what piano she would play, but compared to Xia Yixuan, it popped up. Yes, she is like a dry voice. She does n’t have much talent for music, and she does n’t like it. What ’s the use of learning music? Develop it yourself.

"No," she shook her head. Gao Yi's idea was good, but she was not good enough. She's also afraid of mistaken disciples?

It's okay. Gao Yi once again took what Xia Ruoxin drew. The smile on the corner of his lips has always been warm and moist.

"Painting really needs talent. You have a good talent. You can go to school to study first. It may not work like a big school, but a small painting class is really enough. Domestic There are many small painting classes that don't have high requirements on the skills, but what they want is simple and easy to understand. Does your painting meet the requirements in this respect? "

Xia Ruoxin still wanted to say something. As a result, Gao Yi interrupted her and dispelled her doubts. This is also a dream that you do not want to realize.

"Think," Xia Ruoxin has a lot of dreams, but these days have been worn by the days. She is now looking for a good job and can have her own income. After all, all expenses are now high. Yi, she was always a little soft-hearted, Gao Yi always said that it was okay, but her own heart was unhappy.

She bit her lip and had to say that Gao Yi's proposal really made her tempted. She is not very convenient with one hand now. It is not easy to find a suitable job. When it comes to moving goods, after all, the work is not done by women, and they earn very little money.

If she can really learn to paint, when she finishes, she can run a small painting class that teaches children to draw. She knows that there are many such small classes now, and that the business is good.

If only this could be done.

"Well, don't think about it," Gao Yi stood up, then walked in front of Xia Ruoxin, squatted down, and let her look directly into her eyes. "If you want, you can trust me, I'm not an outsider."

"I ..." Xia Ruoxin opened his mouth, his mouth was dumb, but he didn't know what to say.

She has owed him a lot, and do n’t know how to pay back later. She owes it to Xia ’s family. She owes it to her for more than ten years, owes it to Chulu, and uses her half life to return it. But there are so many, how can I pay back?

"What are you thinking?" Gao Yi's protuberance was close, and her nose was almost close to her face. Near, she could see his sharp eyelashes, the corners of his smiling lips, and his eyes. , Those two little selves.

I have you in my eyes, and you have something in my eyes.

She had nothing to do, and she was a little embarrassed. She knew what she knew, but never gave him a response. And her dodge made the light in Gao Yi's eyes dimmed slightly, and then approached as it was.

"If you are thinking, what are you thinking?" He asked again.

"I'm thinking ..." Xia Ruoxin's eyes were lowered, and the opened eyes fell into Gao Yi's dark eyes, so pure, "I was thinking, I owe you so much, I will How can I give you back, everyone else, I have paid it back, I owe it, I do n’t owe it, I have paid it back, but only you, I still owe a lot. ”

"Then give it back for a lifetime," Gao Yitu stretched out her hand, looped her shoulders tightly, and pressed her head in her arms. Here you can give Xiaoyu a little sky, and at the same time Can give her.