A quick encounter leads to a lifetime of misunderstandings

"What? You said he is our biological son, but he is fake."

After listening to Murong Yan's words, He's mother and He's father went blank.

They never imagined that such a thing as a real and fake young master would happen in their own family, and that the son they had raised for almost twenty years would actually be fake.

Gu Che said nothing during the whole process except for a few words when he cooperated with Murong Yan in defrauding He Ting. He just carefully looked at the expressions of the He family to see what their plans were going to be.

Another client was holding He's mother's leg and begging for forgiveness.

As soon as He Ting entered the door of He's house, Murong Yan asked the system to change his face.

A few days ago, not long after Murong Yan left, he calmed down, found the photos he had taken before, and began to paint again according to them to restore his appearance.

Murong Yan didn't stop him, he just let the system sneak out the scroll.

If his face hadn't changed, He's father and mother might still believe his nonsense.

But now...his face is the best evidence.

At first, He's father and He's mother planned to raise two people, one as their biological flesh and blood, and the other as their son who had been raised for almost twenty years. Neither of them wanted to give up.

Later, they found out that He Ting was responsible for their own son losing his memory. They couldn't bear the blow and became much older. However, they did not make the final decision. After all, they had raised their son for almost twenty years.

Gu Che knew that they had no choice today, so he pulled Murong Yan to stand up.

"Let's do this for today, let uncle and aunt digest it."

When I found out, I was shocked for a long time, let alone them.

Hearing her biological son call her aunt, He's mother's heart was as sharp as a knife and she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Father He was about the same, and finally nodded tiredly and asked the maid to send them out.

He Ting looked at Gu Che's back bitterly. He had snatched his fiancée as soon as he came back, and now he wanted to snatch his parents. If he had known better, he shouldn't have let him go.

……

eighteen years ago

"Father, is this a gift from you?"

The little 'He Ting' stood on the chair in Father He's study room, looking at the scroll on the desk.

Father He touched his head lovingly: "Yes, I originally planned to celebrate your birthday tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to find out in advance."

"Thank you dad, I like it very much."

"nice! You love it."

"Father, why does this scroll glow?"

"Glow?"

Father He looked left and right but didn't see the light on the scroll, and looked at his son suspiciously.

"Ting'er, father hasn't seen the light."

Little He Ting tilted his head, "It must be because my father can't draw, so he can't see it."

"Yes, Ting'er has a talent for painting, so he can see what others can't."

Father He didn't take his words to heart, thinking they were just the words of a child.

Little He Ting took the scroll back to the room. There was nothing on the scroll, it was just an empty scroll, but it glowed with a strange light.

"Why can't Father see the light above?"

"Because only those who are destined to see you can see yourself."

Little He Ting was startled by the sudden voice, "Who is talking?"

"It's me, I am this picture."

Little 'He Ting' looked at the scroll in surprise, "Are you a god?"

"Yes."

In fact, Hua Scroll doesn't know what he is, but mortals seem to have inexplicable respect for gods, so he is a god.

Hearing the other party say that he is a god, little 'He Ting' is no longer afraid.

"Can you take human form?"

"Okay, but I need your help."

"May I help?"

"Well, you draw a portrait on the scroll, and I can come out, and I will be exactly the same as the portrait you drew."

Little He Ting thought it was amazing that he could actually help the gods.

"Then can I draw you as my brother?"

He has wanted a younger brother since he was a child. Now that he has the opportunity to draw a younger brother, of course he must take advantage of it.

"Of course, I am about the same age as you in the world of gods."

Hearing this, little 'He Ting' did not hesitate and immediately took out his paintbrush and started painting. Soon a lifelike little boy appeared on the scroll, painted according to the image of his younger brother.

Almost as soon as he put down the brush, the light on the scroll ran out and slowly transformed into a little boy.

Little 'He Ting' looked at the cute little boy in front of him and was very happy. He would have a playmate in the future.

"I want to tell my parents that I have a younger brother."

But he was pulled back by the little boy opposite, "Don't let other people know about this, otherwise I will disappear."

A child can deceive himself, but those adults are smart, and he has no chance of deceiving them.

Little 'He Ting' didn't want the brother he just drew to disappear so soon, so he chose to keep it a secret.

In the days that followed, the two of them ate and lived together. In front of them, the little boy was still a picture scroll, but behind them, he transformed into a human form and played with little 'He Ting'.

They are similar in age and both like to draw.

So soon, the two became good friends who talked about everything, and little 'He Ting' treated each other as his own brother.

I will take the initiative to share all my good things with him.

The scroll is like a shadow, feeling everything that little 'He Ting' enjoys, the care of his parents, the care of his servants, and the love of his classmates and friends.

He had been in the scroll for hundreds of years without even a single person to talk to. Suddenly he realized this, and he gradually developed thoughts that he shouldn't have.

So he proposed to let himself live in place of little 'He Ting' for a few days. Little 'He Ting' felt that something was wrong, as that would be deceiving other people.

But I couldn't bear the pitiful crying of the picture scroll, so I finally had no choice but to agree. I just had time to stay in the room and paint well.

But it was precisely because of his momentary softness that he harmed himself.

The picture scroll personally modified the face of the boy in the painting to reflect that of little 'He Ting', and he also deliberately imitated little 'He Ting' for a long time, so no one else noticed that he was different at all.

This successful replacement gave him the idea of ​​replacing little 'He Ting' forever.

One rainy night, he tricked little 'He Ting' into a relatively remote place and hit his head with a rock while the other person was not paying attention. He originally wanted to deal with the opponent directly, but before he started, he suddenly remembered everything from before and stopped.

It's raining so hard tonight, and he was injured by himself. It's up to him whether he lives or dies.

He dropped the stone in his hand and ran back to He's house. He took the place of 'He Ting' with peace of mind and enjoyed everything the other person had.

But he didn't expect that someone would happen to pass by and save 'He Ting' on such a rainy night.

If he had known, he might not have been so merciless at that time.