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Chapter 834 The Bride of My Dreams!
"My dear Shirley!" On the other end of the video, the old man spoke pure French.

"Grandma." The girl called out, a little disappointed.

"What happened? My baby!" The old lady smiled kindly.

"Well...grandma...I found the "Dream Bride"...but..." The girl paused.

"Huh? The Dreaming Bride? You mean Sicodirio's The Dreaming Bride?" asked the old man.

The girl nodded, then she turned the camera around and showed the painting to the old man on the other end of the video.

"Grandma, take a look! Is this painting the work of Mr. Sicodirio?" The girl was suspicious.

The old man looked carefully, and in those cat-like clear eyes, a layer of crystal gradually appeared. It was a touch of moving, or a deep moving from a distant memory.

Seeing the expression of the old man, the girl felt that she had found the right painting, and that the painting was real. She thought that no one in this world knew the painter named Sicodirio better than grandma.

The girl had heard grandma tell the story about grandma and Sico Dirio.

When grandma was young, she and Siko Dirio were a very loving couple, but because grandma was a lady of a noble family, the concept of family status was strict at that time, and their love affair would not bear fruit after all.

That story is very long, very romantic, and very tragic. In the girl's heart, when she heard this story, she felt that grandma and Sicodirio were like Romeo and Juliet, a pair of fateful mandarin ducks who couldn't love each other.

Sicodirio was never married. He died of illness when he was 40 years old. Because he had no relatives, he was cared for by a pastor of the church before his death.

That year, when my grandma, who had already gone to settle in the United States, heard the news, she returned to France to attend the funeral of Sicodirio.

At the funeral, the pastor who took care of Sicodirio told his grandmother that Sicodirio mentioned in his dying message that the most satisfying work in his life was "The Bride of Dreams", which was dedicated to his grandmother. Work, this is also the last work he will close his pen in his life, he has no regrets.

On the day of the funeral, it was raining in Paris, and grandma really wanted to tell Siko Dirio that she had never been married. She wanted to tell him that she really loved him very much, and she seemed to be the bride of his dreams.

After the funeral, grandma stayed in Paris for a long time, only wanting to find the "Dream Bride", but she couldn't find it, so she went to Ciccordillo's house, and the landlady told him that she was late up.

As early as when Sicodirio was not critically ill, he called his nephew and gave all his paintings to this nephew. When the nephew came to move the paintings, he was bumped by the landlady. There is an impression.

Grandma knew that Cicodirio had a nephew, but she couldn't find him in the vast crowd. Later, grandma returned to the United States. For decades, grandma never gave up asking about "In Dreams" The whereabouts of the painting "The Bride".

Because she was moved by the story of grandma and Cicodirio, the girl helped her grandma to find this painting after she became sensible. She believed that one day, her efforts would always bear fruit, and today she finally realized Grandma's wish.

(End of this chapter)