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Chapter 525 Familiarity

Shen Xiuran looked up at Song Anhao, and made a strong promise: "Don't worry, I will take care of it!"

Song Anhao smiled mischievously: "Aren't you doing psychotherapy with her now? After the treatment is over, it will be fine! It's just a process now, after this period of time, it will be much better. "

A dark light flashed across Shen Xiuran's bottomless eyes.

Fleeting.

Because it disappeared so quickly, Song Anhao thought it was her eyesight.

Song Anhao rubbed his belly, smiled and said: "Uncle, I did some exercise just now, I'm hungry, let's go down to eat! I also want to taste the seafood I caught myself!"

Shen Xiuran asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

Song Anhao nodded: "I'm much better. Eat something and press it. It should be better."

Shen Xiuran said: "Jian Siling said that pregnant women should not eat too much seafood."

"I know, don't worry, I won't eat too much." As he spoke, he winked at Shen Xiuran ambiguously: "Just like just now, if I said it's okay, it's okay! I know it!"

Her eyes were provocative and teasing.

A deliberate blush appeared on Shen Xiuran's handsome face, his eyes dodged in all directions, and he was too guilty to look at Song Anhao.

Song Anhao approached stealthily, knowingly asked: "Uncle, are you blushing? Why are you blushing? Are you thinking of some unsuitable pictures for children?"

Having her thoughts pierced through, Shen Xiuranjun blushed even more, with embarrassment in his eyes.

He stood up in a panic, and concealed: "Aren't you hungry? Let's go down quickly!"

After speaking, he ran away.

It was rare to see him so embarrassed, Song Anhao couldn't help laughing.

When Shen Xiuran escaped from the room, he could still hear Song Anhao's silvery laughter.

In a panic, he almost bumped into the sofa outside.

Song An's funny exaggeration was even more exaggerated.

After laughing enough, Song Anhao took his time and went to the restaurant leisurely.

Shen Xiuran was already sitting there waiting for her, slowly peeling crabs.

She walked over, sat down beside Shen Xiuran, and purposely called out: "Uncle..."

Shen Xiuran nodded compulsively and calmly: "Yes! Eat!"

Song Anhao suppressed her laughter and looked at the seafood on the table.

Salt and pepper bergamot.

Steamed crabs.

Braised octopus.

Simply delicious.

Just looking at it whets the appetite.

Shen Xiuran put the peeled crab meat into her bowl.

"Thank you uncle!"

Song Anhao thanked him, picked up the crab meat, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Nodding satisfied.

really.

I caught it myself, and it tastes good.

The two ate their dinner in silence.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Song Anhao's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a painting scratched on the wall of the restaurant.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the painting.

In the painting, a girl is sitting on a rock with an easel in front of her, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and is seriously drawing.

On her left, the sun had already risen above the sea, and the dazzling golden light shrouded her body, coating her whole body with a golden halo.

The sea breeze rolled up her hair and the hem of her clothes.

The mood is beautiful.

Looking at this painting, Song Anhao can almost completely outline the scene at that time in his mind.

Song Anhao couldn't help asking the owner of the homestay: "Boss, did you buy this painting? Which artist's painting is this?"

For some reason, when she looked at the painting, she always had a very familiar feeling.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

But I can't remember exactly where I saw it.

The owner of the homestay glanced at her finger, and while tidying up the house, he said with a smile: "The one who painted this picture is not a painter, but an old gentleman!"

"Sir?"

The owner of the homestay nodded and continued: "The girl in the painting is his daughter. I heard from the old man that her daughter has been missing since she ran away from home 20 years ago. He has been looking for his daughter for 20 years, but there is still no news. .”

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, leaned over to Song Anhao, and looked at her carefully.

"Not to mention, you and his daughter look quite alike."

Song Anhao didn't take the boss's words seriously, and joked: "Her daughter should be in her forties now? I'm not the right age either!"

The owner of the homestay said with a smile: "I know you are not! I was just joking!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to work: "Actually, although he doesn't want to admit it, everyone knows that it's been 20 years and it's already too early to find him! Or, his daughter hasn't forgiven him yet and won't come back! Or ..."

Words, click and stop.

Although he didn't continue, Song Anhao also understood what he meant.

The boss wants to say.

Maybe the old gentleman's daughter is already dead.

It's just that the old man has been unwilling to admit it and is still looking for it.

(End of this chapter)