Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Cinque Terre.

The sun was almost below the sea level. Many fishermen on the shore had a lot of harvest. Darren also caught several fish. Then he put the bucket aside and began to paint the sea covered by the sunset.

"Darren, why don't you go fishing today?" A villager who was already familiar with him, looking at his little harvest, asked with concern.

"Yes, the last time you taught us how to do it is very good. The whole family loves to eat. Come to my house next time!"

"I don't think it's next time, just today!" An old man with gray hair, waving his big hand and smiling, sent out a warm invitation to Darren: "I have gained a lot today, but you don't have many fish. Come and have dinner with us, and I'll open two bottles of rare wine!"

"Thank you, but I'm going to paint today. Maybe I'll stay late, so you don't have to wait for me. I'll come back to your house when I'm free."

Darren declined the invitation of the enthusiastic villagers with a smile, but the villagers didn't force it. They nodded with a smile and took in the net and left the bank.

Some crazy kids ran to Darren's drawing board and asked with a smile, "Uncle Darren, what are you drawing?"

"This is the painted moon goddess..." a girl pointed to the woman in Darren's painting and said seriously.

"No, it's clearly the goddess of life. We have to attend the celebration on Easter..." another little boy shook his head and corrected the wrong way with disapproval.

"Uncle Darren, I'm right..."

"I am right!"

Darren was amused by them. He lowered his head and patted them on the head. His eyes fell on his drawing board. He looked at the woman on the drawing board and fell into meditation.

He just painted with his heart. The children saw different people, but when he painted this picture, there was only one clear figure in his heart - EVA!

"Dear, don't disturb uncle Darren's painting!" A woman came over, took the children's hands, gave a low scold, and said to Darren apologetically, "I'm sorry, the children are so naughty that they make you draw..."

Darren shook his head, smirked and whispered, "it's OK, they're all lovely!"

The woman subconsciously glanced at Darren's unfinished painting and sighed in a low voice: "the woman in the painting... Is so beautiful!"

Darren did not say a word with a smile. Seeing this, the woman carefully guessed, "Darren, is this beauty in the painting the woman you love?"

Darren was slightly stunned and asked with a bitter smile, "is it so obvious?"

When the woman saw that she was right, she nodded and replied in a low voice: "well, because you look at the woman in the painting, and your eyes are full of tenderness, and it's obvious that your painting is not finished yet..."

"Yes, I don't know how to continue to draw every time I'm halfway through the painting..." Darren nodded slightly and sighed, "I don't know what's going on, it's like half of the inspiration is missing..."

"Since you love her, why don't you go to her?" The woman asked carefully.

Darren shook his head and said with a wry smile, "looking for her? I've been here all the time, just waiting for her to come here to find me one day..."

"What if she doesn't come? Are you going to wait all the time? " The woman can't help but feel a little distressed, looking at his eyes also a little more puzzled.