novelraw Chapter 499: Clingy as a Plaster (9)
Chapter 499: Clingy as a Plaster (9)
With a sudden thought, Su Anle walked over and took out the item from the bag. It was a picture frame, covered with a layer of soft paper. She gently opened it, and upon seeing the contents inside, Su Anle was completely stunned.
It was a portrait, her portrait...
In the lower right corner of the portrait was a signature—Sheng Jianan.
So, it’s drawn by Sheng Jianan?
A portrait of her drawn by Sheng Jianan?
The woman in the picture gazes skyward at a forty-five-degree angle, wearing a white gauze dress. Her long hair seems to be blown by the wind, casually drifting, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes slightly curved, looking not as sorrowful as one would at a normal forty-five-degree angle, but rather with an indescribable gentleness.
Su Anle was certain she never had a photo like this. If this picture was painted by Sheng Jianan, what does it mean without a model or a photo?
Could it mean he has completely etched her into his mind, so he could draw a portrait that resembles her 99.9% just from memory?
Su Anle’s heart skipped a beat. She silently put the portrait away and returned to the bathroom to finish her grooming.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Su Anle pressed her lips together. She didn’t know what she was thinking, but then went out again, taking a lipstick from the bag.
This was a habit she had developed over the years. She often looked pale, especially after the car accident, and at such times, she needed a lipstick to brighten her face.
Applying a thin layer, the person in the mirror remained plain, yet inexplicably seemed much more vibrant.
Staring quietly for a few minutes, Su Anle took a tissue to wipe off the color from her lips. What was she doing?
Once tidied up, she went out. Su Weiyi was already fully prepared. Sheng Jianan repacked the breakfast he brought over. Seeing her come out, he smiled, "Let’s go, we’re already late."
It was almost ten o’clock now. If Sheng Jianan really arrived at eight, that would mean he had waited for her for nearly two hours.
Today was the weekend, so even though the morning rush was over, there were still a lot of cars on the road. Sheng Jianan drove slowly and steadily. It was already eleven by the time they finally reached the art exhibition entrance.
Su Weiyi was clearly in high spirits. The three of them entered through the gate, and the little girl could stand in front of a painting for several minutes when she saw one.
Although it was called an art exhibition, it was actually a display of award-winning children’s paintings from a B City children’s drawing competition.
So most of the visitors here were accompanied by kids, and since it was a weekend, there were mostly families of three.
The exhibition hall was not large. Logically, you could walk through it quickly, but Su Weiyi could linger for several minutes in front of every painting, so after almost an hour, they hadn’t even finished half the hall.
Su Anle glanced at Sheng Jianan. She was almost out of patience, but Sheng Jianan didn’t seem to mind at all. He could even humor the little girl with laughter and conversation.
They really looked like father and daughter.
In the center of the wall at the very back of the exhibition hall hung the first prize painting of this year, a depiction of a family reunion dinner. The name of the painting was: Family Happiness.
It depicted a scene of a big family sitting at a round table for dinner. Although it was a child’s painting, the details were well handled, such as the father serving the mother soup, while the mother was placing a piece of rib in the child’s bowl.
The child in the painting, like Su Weiyi, was a little girl with a ponytail.
Su Weiyi stood in front of the painting for several minutes. Sheng Jianan’s phone rang, and he went to the side to take the call. Su Anle squatted down in front of her, "Xiao Yi, what’s wrong?"