Chen Xiaolin: “I will.”
Afterwards, Zheng's mother created a separate space for them and closed the door when she left the room.
Chen Xiaolin came to Zheng Xiaopeng, looked at Zheng Xiaopeng's painting, and said with a smile, "Xiao Xiaolin, I am Xiaolin's sister, what are you drawing?"
“Sister Xiaolin? You came to see me.” Zheng Xiaopeng made a movement, but there was no noticeable movement in his body. He just moved his eyes strangely, looked out of the corner of his eyes, looked at Chen Xiaolin, and then turned his eyes back to the picture. On paper, he answered, ``I'm drawing the sky right now,'' and continued drawing as if nothing had happened.
“Paradise?” Chen Xiaolin’s smile froze. As he bent down to look at the painting carefully, he noticed that another person was painting in the attic again. Additionally, the painter was a bit too advanced and forceful for a kid his age. The pictures were not only detailed, but also realistic. , as if the other person had drawn all the scenes in his memory in proportion.
However, Cheng Xiaolin noticed that after Zheng Xiaopeng finished drawing the scene, he added lines and started drawing the figures. The photo showed a man and a woman who were his parents.
“Would you like to draw a picture of your father and mother going to heaven together?” Chen Xiaolin took a deep breath and asked again with a smile.
Zheng Xiaopeng replied, "I hope so..."
“But what?” Chen Xiaolin asked.
Zheng Xiaopeng: "The day before yesterday, my father told me that I should go back home and live with my grandparents from now on."
“…Dad, what about the future?” Chen Xiaolin couldn’t believe it, it had been a few days since your father had died.
Zheng Xiaopeng told the truth, "You told me in a dream."
Hearing this, Chen Xiaolin sighed. "So what did you say to him?"
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