Rebirth Mission

After finishing the group chat, Leng Hongwen was in a depressed mood in the study.

According to what her sons said, Jing'er thanked them all individually. Leng Gongze had analyzed the specific reason for thanking her before, and it was most likely related to Leng Tiantian.

He didn't want to hear what Jing'er had to say, but mainly because he felt unbalanced. Was it because he was old that Jing'er didn't want to be closer to him?

He opened the bottom drawer and took out a round mirror. This was something Lan Shu had specially prepared for him. Sometimes Leng Hongwen would accidentally get ink on his face while practicing calligraphy, so this was a great opportunity for him to check his appearance and avoid appearing with a clown face.

——"I'm not that careless. Can I write on my face after practicing calligraphy?"

So this round mirror was always kept in the drawer. Lan Shu would use it once or twice when she was with him, but he had never used it even once.

Now hold it in your hand and look at the reflection while turning your head left and right.

It's not bad. My hair is dyed black, so I don't look too old. How about going for a beauty treatment with Shushu? Or applying a facial mask?

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Dad, are you in there?"

He immediately put away the round mirror, sat steadily, and kicked the drawer back under the table with his foot.

"Yes, come in!"

Leng Yujing pushed open the door and saw Leng Hongwen looking at her seriously, with an unnatural look on his face.

"Dad, are you busy? I'll come see you later."

"No, I'm not busy. What's up Jing'er?"

Leng Hongwen quickly spoke up to stop Leng Yujing who had already left.

Leng Yujing hesitated for a moment and still went into the study room as planned. She walked to the desk, bent down and put her arms around Leng Hongwen's neck like a spoiled child.

"Nothing, I just want to hug daddy, thank you daddy~"

Leng Hongwen could not conceal the excitement in his eyes. Hey, those brats were showing off just now. What is there to show off about?

Hearing Leng Yujing's thanks, Leng Hongwen, like the others, instantly understood the meaning. Tiantian might have told Jing'er that they had given her the heart fragment.

This thank you contained too many emotions and was very complicated, but they all understood it.

Leng Hongwen half-closed his eyes, his lips slightly curved, his face full of kindness, and reached out to gently pat Leng Yujing's shoulder.

"Silly child, why thank you? I should do anything for you. I did not do many things well in the past and you suffered."

Leng Yujing lowered her eyes, smiled with relief and shook her head.

Let go of Leng Hongwen and walked around to the table: "Dad, can I borrow some paper to draw?"

"Oh, Jing'er can also paint? Come on, paint."

Leng Yujing picked up the small brush from the pen holder and started painting on the rice paper.

Leng Hongwen stretched his neck to look curiously, and his initial anticipation turned into astonishment, then surprise, and finally dumbfounded.

Leng Yujing held the pen correctly and her brushstrokes were beautiful, but what appeared on the rice paper was... graffiti...

After finishing the painting, he put down his brush, picked up the rice paper like a treasure, and smiled mischievously: "How is it?"

A silo-shaped house with a fish-scale roof and white smoke coming out of the chimney. White smoke, which is in the same shape as white clouds, floats around the prickly sun. There are also large trees with rapeseed leaves below, and a row of tumblers in the front.

Two of them are large. The one with short hair has a round object with a chain hanging on her chest, and the one with long hair seems to be wearing clothes, with a collar visible, and a bird painted on its oval body... I guess.

The difference between the four medium-sized ones is the items on their bodies. From left to right, there is a pencil, a cross on the chest, a belt around the body, and an upright pipe?

There are two small tumblers in front. The one on the right has no decorations, and the one on the left has a flat hollow circle on top of its head.

"Not bad... not bad..."

Leng Yujing pursed her lips and laughed so hard that her stomach was shaking: "Then I'll give this painting to Dad!"

Leng Hongwen looked at the children's sketch in front of him with an indescribable expression. He knew at a glance that Jing'er had drawn their family, but the drawing was too sloppy. Could she at least draw the limbs? Just a circle and an oval, and that was it? ? ?

"Okay, okay!" After being shocked, he pointed at the tumbler with a halo and asked, "What is this?"

Leng Yujing propped up her chin and looked down at the finger: "That's my sister. Dad, I dreamed of my biological sister."

Leng Hongwen's eyes widened, not knowing how to respond to this sentence.

"She told me she was gone."

"Yeah......"

"Dad, I want to erect a tombstone for my sister. Even though I can't find her remains to bury her, at least there will be traces of her presence in the world."

When Leng Yujing was in a coma in the hospital, they had already started preparing for this matter. They had been thinking about what excuse to use to tell Jing'er about Leng Tiantian. Now that she brought it up herself, isn't it the perfect time? Leng Hongwen agreed.

"Okay, that's what I should do. You don't look very happy, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Every day I live now is a gift from my sister, otherwise I should have been the one who died.

"I'll arrange this as soon as possible."

"Once the monument is erected, I want to go and pay my respects."

"Let's go together."

After Leng Yujing left, Leng Hongwen took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the painting, and sent it to the group, with an unsuppressible smile on his lips.

Leng Hongwen: Jing'er just gave me a painting. Alas, I told you not to give it to me.

Leng Gongze: ...

Leng Shangxu:......

Leng Jiaojun: ...

Leng Zhengrui: ??? Jing'er drew this? What did she draw? Which one is mine? Dad, give me the drawing so I can take a good look!

Leng Hongwen: If you don’t give it to me, don’t come over!

A gust of wind blew in from the study window, passing through the city and the streets, rolling up the fallen leaves and carrying them into the sky, bringing them to the coast. The leaves slowly fell, swaying lightly on the water, and the ripples began to spread. After a few seconds of expansion, they were covered by the strong waves.

The sea water was blown by the wind and hit the wall in the middle of the sea. On each wall stood prison guards with live ammunition. On the playground, a group of prisoners in blue with white stripes were running.

Move when you are told to move, stop when you are told to stop, sit when you are told to sit.

The orders were obeyed and no one dared to complain.

The building has a long and narrow corridor with locked doors on both sides, an iron wall, and armed prison guards standing guard and patrolling.

The sound of footsteps was particularly obvious in the corridor. Two prison guards escorted a young girl to the psychological counseling room.

A prison guard outside the door confirmed the girl's information and opened the door sideways: "Leng Yu'an, come in."

"sit down."

The low voice sounded gentle. Leng Yu'an raised his head. The man in front of him had a face with clear lines and neatly combed black short hair, giving a clean and neat feeling. His glasses reflected the light, but the emotions in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

He was wearing a dark grey shirt, a black tie and a white coat, looking a little cold and serious.