The girl wanted to pick up the kitten, but she had no idea what to do. She was afraid that she would hurt it, so she was so anxious that she wanted to cry again.

"What's wrong with it?" Han Xuan asked.

The kitten seemed to feel something, and tried hard to open his eyes, but opened his mouth but failed to make a sound. It was so weak.

"I don't know either. It was like this when I discovered it just now. Brother, can you help it?"

The girl stared at Han Xuan with purple eyes. I looked like I would cry if you didn't save it. It was said that the girl was made of water, and it was particularly obvious on her.

Xiao Hanxuan felt soft-hearted. Not to mention that he was planning to do this, even for the sake of the beautiful girl's request, who could reject her?

Let go of Han's father and walked over, squatted in front of the kitten, placed it on his legs, and gently stroked the condensed hair.

He knew that animals liked him very much. Look at McDull's chubby appearance, although he didn't know why, or whether it was effective, it would always be no harm in trying it. At least it could make this abandoned little animal feel warm.

I turned my head to look at the little girl, it was a deep purple.

Her hair is brown, and against the snow-white skin, her nose bridge is high and her big eyes are separated.

The soft eyebrows are hung on the face, and the eyebrows are relatively high, so the face looks three-dimensional. From any angle, they are so perfect, like the Creator's most outstanding work.

She looks not as old as herself, she is a little thin, and she looks a little inconsistent when she is carrying a large painting clip behind her back.

He was wearing a white jacket, his pants were of denim, and his white shoes were a bit worn, but they were very clean.

When the girl saw Han Xuan looking over, she felt a little uneasy. She was afraid that others would look at her, so she lowered her head to avoid her sight.

Han Xuan had never seen such a beautiful girl.

There were pictures of purple eyes on the Internet in my previous life. He thought it was made by human editing, but he didn't expect that the world really exists.

In fact, as early as 1968, scientists discovered this mutation gene in some European and American mixed-race women with Caucasian descent and named it "Arisandria Origin".

When they were born, their eyes would be blue or gray, and when they were six months old, their eyes began to change from the original color to purple, which lasted until they were 1 year old.

Then until the end of puberty, the color gradually deepens on the basis of purple, and eventually their eyes turn into dark purple, dark purple, blue purple or purple blue.

The transformation will not have any effect on their vision, and the color will accompany them for life.

Only one lucky person in this world will appear in every ten million people.

In other words, she is one-tenth of the world in front of her.

Han Xuan forgot everything at this moment, with only those pupils in his eyes, which seemed to have the power to charm people's hearts.

The girl's head was getting lower and lower, and she felt a little disappointed, as if she was thinking of something bad.

This was the first time Han Qianshan saw his son lose his composure, and he smiled in his heart but coughed lightly beside him. Only then did Han Xuan realize.

He showed a smile and said to her: "My name is Han Xuan. Can you know your name?"

The girl raised her head and wiped the mist in her eyes. There was a pencil dust on her little hands, leaving a mark on her face, looking very cute.

He stretched out his hand and said to Xiao Han: "Dololis, so brother, are you Chinese?"

"Dolores? What a sad name, yes, my ancestors are from China."

"Really? I have a Chinese name, called Wenren Anya. It was my great-grandmother who helped me. She is also Chinese."

"Wenren has very few surnames in China, it sounds very nice." Han Xuan said.

"Then brother, please call me a Chinese name, Anya? I'm pronounced it like this. My Chinese is not very good. My great-grandmother passed away last year. No one can teach me..." The girl said innocently, a little sad, and reached out to touch the kitten. It looked much better than it was.

"In our China, people will become stars in the sky after death. Great-grandmother has been watching you and she will accompany you." Han Xuan comforted her and reached out to wipe off the pencil marks on Anya's face.

The girl kept staring at him, curious about Han Xuan's actions, and after a while he spoke, he said softly: "Don't you hate me?"

"Why do you hate it?" Han Xuan asked with his hands down.

"Because of the eyes, it is so different, the children in the school are afraid of me." The girl lowered her head and continued, "The adults don't like it either. They say I am Satan's people and don't let the children play with me. Even my father left."

The little face was full of loneliness, and tears were brewing in his eyes again.

Han Xuan didn't know what to say at this moment, so he lowered his head and touched the kitten and said slowly: "You have beautiful eyes, like angels, they are so fascinating. In Egypt, people believe that there were groups of elves in the past, and they had the same eyes as you, so there is no need to be sad."

The girl looked up and burst into tears and laughed: "Elf? Do they really exist?"

"Yes, you're not."

Seeing Anya's bright smile on her face, Han Qianshan narrowed his eyes not far away, smiling, but was ecstatic inside, and couldn't help cheering, his lips moved slightly: "Come on, baby!"

A caring person will never be bad, and Han’s father is very at ease and relieved.

The kitten in his arms moved and started to speak and meowed. Han Xuan felt its emotions, "It may be hungry, do you want to take it in?"

The girl was moved and shook her head helplessly: "My mother is a very stubborn person. She won't allow it. What should I do with my brother?"

He looked at Han Xuan as his backbone and looked at him in a curious way.

"If no one takes it in, I'll keep it. It's too small and will die outside."

"That's great, brother, can I go and visit it? The kitten is so cute."

"I will go back to Montana in a few days. If you want it, you can write me, I will send you a photo of it, or you can call?"

"Where is Montana, far away?"

"It's not very far away, it's just two hours." Momo added mentally: "It's two hours of flying."

Seeing Anya smiling, Han Xuan also laughed and said in confusion: "Where is your family? It's already very late."

"Ah! I forgot! Mom is still waiting for me at home."

“…”

"I'll take you home, dad?"

"twitter."

Han’s father was funny and squeezed his eyes at his son: “Anya, where is your home? Let your brother lead you and we will take you home.”

"Thank you, uncle, in Williamsburg."

"This is Williamsburg, that street?"

"Well...I forgot uncle, my home is an oil painting museum, my English name!" Anya clapped her hands and said excitedly.

The father and son were speechless, and Han's father had to say, "Let's go first, I'll go find it."

Han Xuan held Anya's little hand silently, two quite pure children of the same age, right?

As soon as he walked out of the alley, Han's father pointed to the big sign across the street and turned his head: "Dololis, is this?"

"Uh-huh."

“…”

“…”

"!"

At the entrance of the oil painting museum, a woman was looking around. She looked in her thirties and only felt relieved when she saw her daughter's small figure.

"Dololis! Where have you been running again! Ah, thank you for sending her back, sir." The woman said to look at the few people in a Western European accent.

"It's okay, your daughter is cute. She just saved this poor kitten."

"I'm so worried about her. You know that the security here is not very good, so... thank you again."

"Han Qianshan, this is my son Han Xuan. They are really not easy to discipline at their age, and I am very distressed, right, ma'am."

"Please call me Cecilia, sir, please come in and sit down. I'll make you a cup of coffee. And this little gentleman, is Coke OK?"

"Thank you aunt."

"Then I'll trouble you, just clear water. Are you a painter?" Han's father asked.

Cecilia smiled and said, "It's just someone who created it herself, and there are no outstanding works."

"You are so humble. I just want to buy some paintings. Can you see it?" Han's father continued.

"Of course, sir, Dolores, take this handsome kid to see your drawing."

Anya's face turned red, "Mom~ I'm not very skilled yet."

"It's okay, let me see, Anya?" Han Xuan followed his father into the door and squeezed his eyes at the girl. He was very curious.

"Okay, brother, you are not allowed to laugh at me..."

The girl turned around and ran upstairs, and the sound came.

The gallery is not big, only two.

One room closed, which seemed to be a place for creation, and only six paintings were hung on the wall in front of it. Four were landscapes, and there were figures, and the one at the corner was covered with cloth.

They are all classical realism, with soft tones and good composition. They don't seem to be as obscured as Cecilia himself said, and good works will never lack admirers.

Probably, she inherited her mother's talent. The girl was only six years old and she painted the still life sketches very well, at least in Han Xuan's opinion.

Anya stood aside, embarrassed and somewhat expectant. Apart from the teacher and mother, it was the first time she showed the drawing to others. Han Xuan did not disappoint her and praised: "Your drawing is amazing. It seems that you will have another excellent artist in the future!"

"Brother~" the girl said coquettishly.

Cecilia was smiling and introducing the creative concepts of each painting to Han’s father. Han Xuan glanced at the covered work and said in confusion: “Anya, what is that one?”

The girl's face turned redder, she thought for a long time before she asked, "Do you want to see it?"

"OK."

"Then wait for me." Anya replied, turning around and looking back: "Mom, is that painting completed? Brother Han Xuan wants to see it."

"It's already drawn, but... OK."

Cecilia approached and uncovered the tart cloth. The girl smiled and her purple eyes shone.

Han Xuan, who had no artistic cells, was obsessed with it at this moment. He stared at the painting for a long time, and then looked at Anya, whose face was even redder.

Han Qianshan saw his son's eyes and knew that it was time to play his role. "Ms. Cecilia, your work is really great. Can it be sold?"

"Which one?"

“All.”
Chapter completed!