Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Tu Wan unfolded each paper ball.

Some of them are complete paintings, and anyone who looks at them would probably not be able to find any reason why they were abandoned by their owners.

Some of the paintings were not even finished, with only a stunning starting point left before the owners crumpled them up and threw them away.

Tu Wan unfolded them all, flattened them carefully, and put them together neatly.

Not until the last one was done did she heave a long sigh of relief, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her fingers clean repeatedly.

The old man squinted his eyes at her movements and suddenly asked her, "What is your relationship with Eleven?"

"..." Tu Wan was stunned for a moment, put down the handkerchief, thought for a while, and then smiled faintly, "I don't dare to say that we are friends."

She lowered her eyes and remained silent for two seconds, then continued: "But I know she is looking for something that is hard to get."

The old man thought thoughtfully: "Although you dare not say that you are friends, you seem to have understood her a little."

"Maybe it's because I know a little secret about her."

Tu Wan smiled, raised his head, and looked at the stars in the distance. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Dean, how long have you not been to the city?"

"...I'm not really a country bumpkin. I still go to the city to buy things from time to time!"

"I mean, stay for a while, or at least, spend a night in the city."

Tu Wan leaned back in her chair, her tone relaxed and steady, but her words seemed quiet: "You can no longer see so many stars in the city - because of light pollution, air quality, and various other problems."

She pointed to the sky and said, "It's not that I don't have the conditions to travel or even live in a place with beautiful scenery. It's just that I'm too busy with work and I'm too lazy to rush around. I don't have the idea of ​​escaping, nor do I particularly yearn for these things. It's just that when I accidentally arrived here and accidentally saw these stars and even the Milky Way, I suddenly realized that there are still many stars that can be seen at night."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Dean Sun obviously didn't understand what she wanted to say. He only understood the last sentence, so he nodded and said with deep agreement: "Isn't it beautiful? I have seen it for decades and never get tired of it. I am often amazed by such scenery."

"Yeah." Tu Wan said with a smile, "Just like Ye Kong."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"To be honest, Dean Sun," Tu Wan said slowly, "In my eyes, Ye Kong is these stars, the Milky Way."

"..." The old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said seriously, "You don't really want to pursue Eleven?"

"..." Tu Wan was speechless for a while, then laughed, "Let's not talk about whether I am or not. Even if I am, I am not worthy."

"Then what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I actually think that Ye Kong is more suitable to stay here forever."

She raised her head in the moonlight, letting the wind and starlight fall on her face: "People like her are more suitable for creating more works that will amaze and impress the world in long-term loneliness, and achieve more terrible achievements, becoming a world-famous great... painter, or something else, rather than happiness and perfection."

The old man was stunned by these words, and his face was about to turn cold, but he heard her say with a smile: "But that would be too cruel."

She looked down at the paintings on the stool: "Even if you can never get what you want, you should at least be able to choose to pursue it and search for it."

“…” The old man held his breath in his throat, and it took him a while to recover, “You really don’t seem like an ordinary friend of Eleven.”

After a pause, he added: "Actually, you're not the first person to say this to me."

The old man sighed, took a sip of the cold tea, and then said quietly under Tu Wan's gaze: "Eleven, there was a brother in the past... but he didn't dare to call himself his brother, and he said the same thing to me."

At that moment, he almost thought that time had gone back and yesterday was happening again.

But that time it was not on this rooftop, but by the window of his house.

The young man sat in a rocking chair, looking at the birds flying outside the window and said, "In fact, compared to happiness, Eleven is more suitable to be polished into a unique diamond in eternal loneliness - whether it is painting, playing chess or something else, sooner or later she will produce works that will attract the attention of the whole world and become the star of this era."

"But that would be too cruel."

The boy laughed: "Although that is a script that everyone likes to watch, but as... a fake half-brother, I will do my best to make the child happy even if it means making the whole world my enemy."

He even raised his fist as if he was ready to fight, and his tone was quite exaggerated.

Then he raised a finger: "First of all, let's start by making her cry - a child of this age has never cried, how can this be justified?!"

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As memories came flooding back to him, the old man didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth were curved.

When he came to his senses, he heard Tu Wan say, "Dean, I have another question."

"Hmm? What do you say?"

"I've seen it. Almost every one of these children in the orphanage worships Ye Kong like a god. Besides Ye Kong's own charm..." Tu Wan turned to look at the old man with a smile in his eyes, "You should have contributed to this, right?"

“……” The old man froze for a moment.

"Do you want to...select one of these children who can meet her requirements?"

"..."

"Ye Kong probably doesn't know, right?" Tu Wan said, "Although she is very good at perceiving people's minds, that is something she learned after all, and it only works on people she is not familiar with. For example, what you are thinking...she doesn't seem to fully understand, or, because you will never hurt her, she doesn't bother to think about it."

The woman looked at Dean Sun with a smile: "Is that so?"

"..."

Dean Sun took a long time to respond, and said hesitantly: "I didn't do anything... I just let the children know some things they should know, such as the orphanage was built by Eleven, the equipment was bought by Eleven, and the teachers were hired by Eleven... OK, OK."

The old man sighed and touched his white hair: "I do have this idea."

"Although these children have different personalities, I know them very well after raising them for so many years. They are all grateful children. Eleven saved them and even gave them a future. They will treat her wholeheartedly."

"Like grass?" Tu Wan asked.

"It's not just the grass." After a pause, the old man continued, "But I didn't do anything."

"I know." Tu Wan smiled.

She was about to say something, but suddenly she heard something and tilted her ear: "What's the noise?"