MTL - The School Prince’s Exclusive Sweetheart-Chapter 987 My dream is you 11

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"How did the painting look so familiar ..." Doudou murmured, but Yan Mosheng suddenly reacted, and quickly covered Doudou's eyes: "No, it must be your dazzling! Come, Doudou , Shall we go down for an afternoon tea? "

Doudou didn't take it seriously, but when he saw Yan Mosheng's reaction, he became curious.

She said yes, but the moment Mo Yansheng put her hand down, she moved to the wall flexibly.

Yan Mosheng wanted to stop, it was too late.

"Hahaha! Who painted this! Emma is crying ugly. You actually framed all these paintings?" Doudou looked at those poorly-painted works and burst into tears. .

Yan Mosheng opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Doudou laughed happier.

Just smiling and laughing, she felt more and more wrong.

Even if a painting looks familiar, how can she feel that the paintings on the entire wall are so familiar!

A thought passed by her heart, Doudou snorted in his heart, and stepped forward, pulled away the lower right corner of a painting, and the whole person stood stupid as if struck by a lightning.

It says date, title and name ...

On July 5, the plaster portraits were copied, soy beans ...

She actually painted this picture?

Doudou just felt that the whole person was not good. He looked at the whole wall with his small face on his face, and the memories in his mind surfaced a little.

This was her practice assignment in the studio that year. Later, she suspected that she had trouble getting home, and she dealt with Yan Mosheng.

After so many years, she thought that Yan Mosheng had already thrown away the trash can.

He never thought that he framed all her paintings and hung them in his room. He shared the room with the works of other world-famous artists, and he never dismissed them.

Doudou inexplicably felt that there was some pantothenic acid in his eyes. Yan Mosheng touched his head, and he said wrongly: "Oh ... look at your painting every day, it has the effect of improving aesthetics ..."

Liars ... her paintings are not as good as his usual scraps ... Doudou's eyes rose with water mist, biting her lips, and staring at Yan Mosheng.

Yan Mosheng was lied when she didn't look well, so she sighed, "Don't you say that your work will become a masterpiece after a hundred years? So I will collect it for you and save it as a heirloom, hey ... don't cry, Doudou. "

He was helpless to step forward to wipe tears for Doudou, Doudou patted his hand, tears could not help but shed: "Who made you do this, the painting is so ugly, shameful ... and, I ruined your dreams without me ... you must follow your parents' arrangements to continue to learn to paint, maybe you have already become an artist ... what's good with me, maybe you will grow old in the future Regret it! "

Yan Mosheng laughed, and his whole face was handsome and charming. He rubbed Doudou's hair, his voice was very low, like a promise and a whisper to himself: "No regrets, from the moment I liked you From then on, I didn't know how to write the words Regret. "

He didn't become a painter, he had such a bit of regret, but it has long been lost in time and has become an unsettled past.

At the age of eight, his dream is to become a pilot and conquer the stars and the sea.

At 17, his dream was to fulfill his parents' dreams and become a painter.

At the age of 18, he secretly said to his busy figure in Doudou's studio: From then on, my dream is only you.