The figures of these two people were very familiar to her.
Jiang Sui understood something at once, hesitated for a moment, and decided to continue painting.
In the real world, in order to cultivate her interests and hobbies, her parents sent her to study Chinese painting for many years when she was a child.
She had a strong foundation in painting and it didn't take her long to draw sketches of her parents.
The scene that had been buried in my memory for so long came to life on paper again.
Her parents' eyes were as gentle as ever, and the look they gave her seemed to be filled not only with doting but also with pity.
This expression is so similar to the one in Jiang Sui’s memory.
Jiang Sui held the paper in her hand carefully, as if it were some treasure.
She looked at her parents and couldn't help but moisten her eyes. Just like when she was a child and acted like a spoiled child countless times, she spoke in a soft voice:
"Mom and Dad, I miss you so much."
When Jiang Sui traveled to this world, she didn't bring anything with her, not even a family photo.
She really wanted to see her family reunited, even if it was just in a painting.
Jiang Sui picked up the pen again and added another little girl between the parents.
After confirming that the drawing was exactly the same as the photo of herself as a child, she nodded with satisfaction.
But she didn't expect that the little guy on the paper was exactly the same as what Xu Huiqing saw in her dream.
Jiang Sui looked at the family of three on the white paper, snuggling together intimately, smiling particularly brightly and happily, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
She leaned over the table and moved closer to her parents, talking to them in a low voice.
"Mom and Dad, are you doing well in the other world?"
"Due to a little accident, I traveled into a novel I had read before. Although I was a supporting character, I lived a good life in this world."
"I'll tell you a secret. I'm still working as a doctor. My work is going well. But I don't have my old friends here anymore, so I can't help feeling a little lost."
Jiang Sui stretched out her fingers and carefully traced her father and mother's eyebrows.
When they were still alive, her favorite thing was to lie in her parents' arms and share the day's joys and sorrows with them.
Now, looking at the portraits of her parents, she seemed to have rediscovered that feeling and could hardly stop talking.
"But you don't have to worry too much about me. There are also many people here who take care of me. I have also made many new friends."
"The one I played with the best was Yu Zhi from the village. She was an innocent and lively girl with a strong sense of justice. Even though she was still a child, she always shouted that she wanted to protect me."
"I like her very much, but I don't know when this silly girl will wake up and see clearly how her childhood sweetheart feels about her."
Jiang Sui couldn't help laughing when she said this. She covered her mouth and laughed for a long time before she continued to tell her parents the story.
"And the aunties and grandmas in the village are all very nice people. They all take good care of me, just like they are family members."
"I haven't been here for a long time, but it seems like I have left behind many concerns and ties."
The figures of every person she had met after traveling through time appeared in Jiang Sui's mind, and she felt very emotional.
It is really her life's luck to be able to meet elders like Village Chief Yu's family, Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu's family, as well as Aunt Su and Aunt He.
The topic went around in circles, and Jiang Sui finally suddenly thought of Song Sichen.
She paused, and although she had not told her parents that she had obtained a marriage certificate, she still told them again and again.
"Now that I have found the meaning of life, I probably won't want to die anymore."
"Mom and Dad, don't worry. I will try my best to live well."
As time passed, the sky became completely dark.
Jiang Sui didn’t remember how long she had been talking. In the end, she even lay on the table and fell asleep in a daze.
The clear moonlight poured down from overhead, illuminating Jiang Sui's slender outline.
She buried most of her face in her arms, and one could only vaguely see her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her breathing.
When Song Sichen came back from class and saw this scene, he was not only amazed, but also felt particularly at ease.
He just felt that this scene was so similar to the home in his dreams.
Song Sichen subconsciously slowed down his pace, as if he was afraid of waking Jiang Sui up. He walked towards her step by step quietly, and finally stopped beside her.
When he lowered his eyes to look at her profile, he didn't even notice that there was deep attachment in his eyes.
The two of them, one lying down and the other standing, continued for an unknown amount of time.
It was not until a gust of night wind blew through the yard that Song Sichen, worried that Jiang Sui would catch a cold, picked her up and carried her sideways, wanting to take her into the house to sleep.
As she moved, the pen that Jiang Sui was holding loosely rolled between her fingers and fell to the ground.
She woke up immediately afterwards, and when she withdrew her hand, she did not notice that the sketch on the table was exposed.
Song Sichen was attracted by her action and subconsciously glanced in that direction. He clearly saw the appearance of Jiang Sui's parents drawn on the paper.
Sketches and real people are naturally not 100% similar.
But when he looked at the faces of the two people on the paper, he felt that they looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
Song Sichen was confused and subconsciously lowered his head, wanting to see more clearly.
The warm and broad chest pressed closer to me once again.
Jiang Sui smelled the familiar scent on him and moved her body reflexively, trying to find a more comfortable position to lean against.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered and woke up suddenly.
"What are you doing?"
Song Sixen frowned, afraid that she would fall from his arms, and quickly reached out to hold her tightly.
"I saw you put a painting on the table and thought I'd take a look at it."
Jiang Sui's guess was confirmed by this sentence, and she was almost scared to death.
She drew her parents in another world, not people here at all.
If Song Sichen asked her about it, she wouldn't know how to explain that she had painted portraits of two strangers.
Jiang Sui was afraid that something was wrong would be discovered, so she quickly jumped out of Song Sichen's arms and laughed awkwardly.
"I just drew it casually, there's nothing fancy about it."
She deliberately avoided Song Sichen's gaze, rolled up the painting, took it into the house and put it away properly. After making sure that it would not be easily discovered, she breathed a sigh of relief.
In the yard, Song Sichen had picked up all the posters scattered on the ground and placed them neatly on the table.
He had never known Jiang Sui's painting skills were so good. Besides being surprised, he also felt that her reaction just now was not right and a little weird.
In addition, the two people in the painting always gave him a sense of déjà vu as if he had seen them somewhere before. Song Sichen thought about it, and when he saw Jiang Sui coming out of the house, he asked again.
"Did you draw that portrait just now? Can I ask the identities of the two people in the painting?"
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