She is the palm of the third master

She seemed to notice the change in Qin Mian's eyes.

Mr. Jun looked a little uncomfortable and looked at her.

He said lightly: "Don't look at me like this, you will know later, it's not yet..."

"It's not the time yet." Qin Mian interrupted him. She knew that Mr. Jun would use this excuse to prevaricate her, and she didn't expect him.

The corners of Mr. Jun's mouth curled up, and he looked at Qin Mian with a half-smile, and said lightly, "You really understand me."

"Tsk—"

Qin Mian snorted, is this also called understanding?
The car stopped at this moment, Eleven got out of the car, opened the car door, stood respectfully at the door and said: "Sir, we are here."

The cold wind came in.

The temperature outside and inside the car were two extremes, Qin Mian coldly pursed his lips, and jumped out of the car with his bag on his back.

Mr. Jun also recovered some strength and got out of the car by himself.

Eleven took the wheelchair and asked him to sit down.

The three entered the elevator and slowly ascended to the first floor.

As soon as Qin Mian walked to the door, she saw that the living room was full of scrolls, including landscapes, landscapes and figures.

The most exquisite pair is a woman with a bare back.

Has a vague profile.

And the woman's back has unfeeling sketch patterns, a very delicate painting, just like the person in the painting standing in front of several people.

Qin Mian was shocked by it.

She walked over, frowned slightly and said, "This person is very similar to the person in the painting I showed you that day."

"Of course they do, because they are real sisters." Mr. Jun narrowed his eyes and slowly looked away.

His eyes fell on those paintings.

Breathing is a bit dry, and the silent heart seems to come alive again when it sees these paintings.

Qin Mian raised her eyebrows and said, "So, I still have an aunt? Mr. Jun, isn't it my aunt who wants to kill me? Hmm?"

Mr. Jun didn't speak when he heard her joke.

Qin Mian frowned.

Turning around to look over, he asked, "Did I guess right?"

Mr. Jun closed his eyes and shook his head: "Miss Qin, don't guess, your aunt and your mother have a good relationship. When your mother passed away, your aunt almost went too."

She pursed her lips slightly.

Didn't expect to get this answer.

Mr. Jun sighed, sat on the sofa next to him and said, "Your mother used to sit here, take a good look, there may be something you are interested in."

Qin Mian went upstairs and looked at the paintings one by one.

She leans against the railing.

Mr. Jun on the first floor said: "These paintings should not be drawn by you, but by my father?"

"Miss Qin is a smart person."

Mr. Jun nodded, without raising his eyes, but leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.

As if thinking of the past, his fingers have been tightly pinched.

Eleven watched from the side, and said worriedly: "Sir, don't think so much, the matter is over, no matter what, it's useless."

Mr. Jun did not let go of his clenched fingers.

Having said that, how could those attachments be let go so easily.

If you can let go, it is not called obsession.

upstairs.

Qin Mian looked at those paintings, they were all so vivid, it was not difficult to see how much effort the painters put into them.

The relationship between the husband and wife must be excellent.

From these paintings, she saw love and those strong emotions.

It seems that she can imagine the scene where her parents are together.

On the third floor, there is a diary on the table.

Qin Mian opened it and saw that the front part was torn off. I don't know if it was my mother who tore it off or someone else.

The diary reads:

The weather is very good today, and I met a painter in the inn. He has clear eyebrows and eyes, and he is a different man from him.

His speech and demeanor are also humorous, and my emotions followed him unconsciously.

He and the two of them have very different temperaments.

Second paragraph:
Today I went to the snow-capped mountains with this painter. At the peak, he painted for me with a gentle voice.

And nothing like it.

I was thinking, did God send me a new man on purpose?
The third paragraph:
The painter is a very nice person. I sprained my ankle, and he walked several miles with my back on his back. The pictures in the novel and on TV were actually realized.

I am very happy.

He would never do such a thing for me, two people, there is really no similarity at all.

Fourth paragraph:
No, I take back what I said yesterday.

There are still similarities between the two people, because they are both very good-looking.

The fifth paragraph:
The painter said he was going to leave, but I was reluctant to leave, and then he didn't leave, feeling empty in my heart.

He seems to have been counted as a close friend in my heart.

Sixth paragraph:
……

Qin Mian looked back, until No. 20 days.

Qingqing wrote:

What should be lost must be lost. People can't always live in sadness. I want to say goodbye to my previous relationship today.

He shouldn't appear in front of me again.

The painter is very good, is my type, although not the slightest resemblance to him.

But I like it, and that's enough.

I was too tired before, I want to relax and enjoy being loved in the future, and I always chase him, which makes me feel very unfulfilling.

The whole life is a failure.

So this time I want to give myself a chance!
From then on, Qin Mian rarely saw this "he" appearing, and the rest was the sweet life of Qingqing and the painter.

The last few pages were torn again.

The tear was neat, as if it had been cut with a knife.

Holding the diary, Qin Mian looked around the table again, and finally found some gadgets in the cabinet below.

Probably a gift from the artist.

After looking around on it, she found nothing else, so she went downstairs.

Mr. Jun still sat motionless on the sofa, exactly the same posture as before, like an old monk in meditation.

Seeing her coming down on Shishi, he hurriedly said, "Miss Qin."

Mr. Jun opened his eyes and looked at her with a calm expression: "Did you find anything, is it worth the trip? Did you waste Miss Qin's precious time?"

There is no sarcasm in the words.

Just kidding.

Qin Mian opened the diary, sat opposite Mr. Jun and said, "This is you, right?"

Mr. Jun didn't deny it. He was as smart as Qin Mian, so how could he guess wrong.

It seems that Mr. Jun and her mother have a very close friendship.

Just looking at the diary, the two have dated before, otherwise Qingqing would not record the previous days in the tone of being broken in love.

Pointing at the torn part, she said lightly, "What about these, were you torn?"

Mr. Jun looked away, picked up the diary, patted the dust on it and said, "Yeah, those things shouldn't appear in this notebook, so I tore it up."

"Miss Qin, I hope you don't force me to ask. There's nothing you want to see there, it's just my memories with her."

Really?

If it's what he said, this man doesn't love Qingqing as much as the diary says.

I'm afraid that love is miserable.

Even the diary has to be torn open, so I guess I didn't lose it, so I left it for myself to read, right?
Qin Mian asked: "So, where is my father?"