After the heroine's halo was taken away, I was reborn

During the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve, Ji Xiaoan announced that his wife was pregnant with a second child.

Ji Xiaoan's daughter-in-law took a Chinese name, Ji Youyou.

Ji Youyou said that she hopes to have three to five children, so this is not the end.

Ji Sitong, who was drinking soup, secretly gave a thumbs up. Fortunately, Brother Xiaoan could afford the fine.

After the new year, the ordinary and warm life begins again.

When Ji Sitong took his first piano lesson after the new year, he gave Han Mo a big ugly face.

She didn't say anything, she just ignored him anyway.

After class was over, Ji Sitong packed up his things, bid farewell to Teacher Liu, and left directly to find Song Yu who was learning to draw in another classroom.

Song Yu will finish class 10 minutes late, so Ji Sitong will wait for her in the lounge outside.

In the past, Han Mo would accompany her by the side, and the two talked and joked, and the time passed quickly.

Han Mo also came over today, but Ji Sitong turned around and left him a back view.

"what happened?"

Han Mo asked cautiously.

He was originally a person who didn't like to socialize with people and had a somewhat dull temper. Ji Sitong's abnormal behavior would only make him feel at a loss and flustered.

Han Mo's voice was very low, not much louder than a mosquito.

Such a careful look always arouses compassion.

Ji Sitong suddenly softened his heart, and finally decided to give this person a chance to explain.

She turned around with a straight face, "Let me ask you, why did you deliberately say that you don't have a car to pick you up and you have to take the bus to and from get out of class?"

really……

The moment he met Ji Siming at the banquet, Han Mo knew that he would be exposed one day.

Han Mo was silent.

Ji Sitong was angry, "You liar."

Han Mo's heart trembled, and he bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Ji Sitong: "Don't say I'm sorry, we will break up our relationship in the future."

Given him a chance, he didn't explain it. With such a heavy heart, it's better for her not to contact her.

The girl in the pink coat turned around angrily, leaving him with a slender neck.

Han Mo's heart trembled even more when he heard the word "severance of friendship". After thinking for a while, he took out a photo from the bag containing the music score and handed it to the girl next to him.

Seeing him patting himself, Ji Sitong twisted his shoulders and said, "I mean what I say."

The way she twisted her shoulders made Han Mo want to laugh, and there was an unseen warmth in her eyes.

"see this."

Han Mo handed the photo in front of Ji Sitong.

Ji Sitong glanced at it curiously, and then he was stunned.

"This, this? You, where did you get the photo?"

Too much alike, this is exactly me a few years later!

Although it was drawn, how could he have such a photo?Who's that up there?
Seeing a person very similar to himself, Ji Sitong instinctively felt horrified.

It's not kind at all, it's just scary, okay?

"You deliberately drew this picture according to my appearance?" Draw her mature appearance a few years later.

Apart from this explanation, Ji Sitong couldn't think of anything else, if that was the case, it would be too disgusting.

It is acceptable for him to paint the current self, why should he paint a mature look?
Ji Sitong looked at Han Mo with some disgust in his eyes.

Han Mo saw that things were going in a bad direction, so he quickly explained, "No, that's not the case, don't think about it."

"That is how the matter?"

Ji Sitong was almost impatient.

Han Mo: "This painting was indeed drawn by me, but it was drawn when I was ten years old."

"You can draw such a good portrait at the age of ten?" She was a little unbelievable, genius is not such an exaggeration.

Han Mo: "I have a special talent in painting. I won the Conders Painting Award when I was 12 years old. You can ask someone, and you should be able to confirm that what I said is true."

The Corders Painting Award is a well-known award in the painting world, so it is easy to check.

Ji Sitong almost believed it. Not only did this man play the piano well, but he was also a genius in painting. He was killing people. God is so unfair.

"Then who is this woman?"

Since it was painted when he was ten years old, it proves that the person in the painting is not himself, but someone else, because Han Mo just returned to China this year, and he has been living abroad before.

Mentioning the person in the painting, Han Mo bowed his head, and there were many emotions in his eyes, which were endless sadness and longing, but these emotions were quickly replaced by hope, because she was right in front of him.

"She, she is the one who saved me, so it should be you." No, it should be you.

"I, have I saved you?" Ji Sitong was so startled that his jaw almost dropped, and he pointed at himself disregarding his image.

"Aren't you dreaming?"

Ji Sitong felt that the incident had become unimaginable.

Han Mo was amused by her appearance, then nodded and said, "Yes, it was in a dream."

"what?"

Ji Sitong frowned, then his face flushed red, and he pointed at him impolitely, "You still want to lie to me."

What dream, when I was a three-year-old child.

Ji Sitong didn't want to talk nonsense with Han Mo anymore, this photo must be his imaginary appearance after seeing him when he was mature, this pervert.

"Break out."

She looks like a dog and is gentle and gentle, but I didn't expect...

"abnormal!"

Although this was what Ji Sitong said under a misunderstanding, Han Mo's heart still seemed to be pinched by an invisible force, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

He quickly took out another photo from his bag. It was a photo taken at the door of the studio. A little boy about ten years old was sitting in front of the easel. A portrait of Zhang with a nine-point image of himself.

And not only that, on the wall of that studio, on other easels, there are portraits of women who are suspected to be himself everywhere, with various expressions, lifelike.

Ji Sitong's eyes widened, feeling that her brain was not enough. She felt that she was listening to a story or joking, but the two photos in Han Mo's hand told her ruthlessly that everything was true.

Han Mo: "If you still don't believe me, I can take you to the studio in the photo. They basically maintain this appearance."

"I, I believe it."

With the facts in front of her eyes, she had to believe it.

but……

"You said that maybe I saved you, but I didn't do these things." And it was still in a dream, which is too weird and scary.

Han Mo said: "I don't know either, this thing is amazing."

Well, it is indeed amazing.

Ji Sitong: "How did you save it?"

Han Mo: "I used to be a child with autism, and I was often immersed in my own world. The appearance of you in my dream made me slowly accept the real world."

"really?"

Why is it so like the words that liars love to say.

Ji Sitong couldn't recover, it was too mythical.

However, she quickly adjusted her emotions and said to Han Mo, "Just now, I'm sorry."