The dark car window glass could not cover up the purple feeling in her eyes, like the purest and flawless crystal reflected in the boy's pupils.

Wenren Anya got out of the car, smiling, looking at Han Xuan.

Her skin is still snow-white, her light brown hair is slightly curly, and her length just covers her chest. Her cheeks, which used to be fat, are now thin.

He is about the same height as Han Xuan, and under his slightly heroic eyebrows, a pair of big eyes blends all her strengths, just like the most perfect work of art created by God.

She stood there, wearing a small lilac dress, walked towards the boy and took his hand.

As for Han Xuan, he was blushing now. Yes, he, who has been a human being for two lifetimes, turned blushing.

Not only because of the girls around them, but also the expressions of those people in the distance, as if they were laughing, but the boy could feel their eyes were full of traitors.

When his parents were holding each other together, Mr. Han showed his big white teeth, afraid that others would not know that he was happy. Grandma nodded, and this expression...

Why is it a relief?

"Hello? Han Xuan." Anya saw the boy in a daze, her right hand swayed in front of him and said, her voice was very clear.

She is not as inferior as she was in previous years. As her classmates who did not play with her in the past gradually understand something as they grow older.

There were many boys surrounding her, but none of them were as special as they were in front of her.

The mother said Han Xuan was her Mr.Right. Although she didn't know what it meant, she would be happy as long as she praised him.

"It's okay, I'm just happy to see you, Anya." Han Xuan looked at the girl with a smile and said softly.

They live in the same country, but have not seen each other for two years. The countless letters on the innermost layer of the boy's drawer prove that they have always been in touch.

As each other's only friends, they will tell each other's worries, make jokes, and make an appointment to go on a trip together.

But suddenly we met and stood in the same time and space, but we were unfamiliar and familiar.

The boy was anxious and didn't know what to say. Suddenly he saw a figure and pointed at the girl and said, "Do you still remember that kitten, Anya?"

"Of course, you've taken a lot of photos for me, where is it now?"

"Fat Ding, come here!"

The cat has finally won the boy's breath for millions of years.

Instead of escaping, he ran to the owner, raised his head and pouted his face as a cute bun, and shook his big tail around and rubbed against the girl's calf.

Perhaps it was itchy, Anya squatted down with a smile, trying to hold it in her arms, but unfortunately the fat cat weighed 15 pounds...

"Madam Cecilia, please sit inside." Mr. Han said with his hand, and the smile on his face had not faded.

As for Han Qianshan, if the owner of this house is there, he will definitely not have the right to speak with the old man.

"Dololis, come in." Cecilia turned to her daughter and looked at her side again: "Sorry, I'm not very good at Chinese. I always call her English name at home."

"It's okay, Ms. Cecilia." Han Qianshan said: "By the way, why did you come with my dad and the others?"

"It was the old man who invited me. Tomorrow is the boy's birthday, right?"

Cecilia smiled and said, "It just so happened that Dolores was not busy with her studies, so I asked for leave for her."

"That's great. Stay here for a few more days." Guo's mother said as she opened the door, turning her head to the outside: "Son, come in with Anya."

"Wait! Mom, I'll take her to see the little animals, and we'll go back later with the door open."

"Okay, be safe, especially you, Johnny Turtle, be honest."

The big turtle was taught a lesson in confusion and took heavy steps to hide.

When the parents and the others left, the boy pointed at the donkey and said to Anya: "It's McDull, an Australian mini donkey."

When McDull heard the boy call his name, he ran over, grinned his teeth and showed a smile, almost scared Anya, and was slapped by the boy before he was honest, and looked at the girl with wide eyes.

Anya walked to the mini donkey, raised her hand and touched its ear, and said to the boy, "It was so big a few years ago, right? I remember it was in the photo."

"McDull is over three years old. She only weighs 68 cm last time and looks like she won't grow any longer. She has gained a lot of weight recently."

"I have never seen such fun animals in New York, only cats and dogs, or the Bronx Zoo, ah! Big turtle."

Seeing Anya running towards the snapping turtle and trying to reach out to touch it, Han Xuan quickly grabbed the girl's arm and explained: "Jennie's turtle doesn't know you yet, it will bite people, wait a moment."

After saying that, he reached out to cover the snapping turtle's mouth, raised his head and smiled, "It's OK now. It's a North American snapping turtle. It weighs 103 kilograms now, and I caught it."

"Catch it?" Anya saw the boy's movements, hesitated to point at his hand and said, "Is it okay for you to do this?"

"Yeah, it's old friends with me." The boy knocked on the snapping turtle's head: "Right, Jenny."

The big turtle looked up at him, shook his neck, and arched his hand with his head.

The girl touched the flesh on its back and turned to tease Fat Ding. The boy felt that something was missing. Suddenly he remembered that BBQ was still on the balcony, so he hurried to the house and shouted its name.

Anya turned around curiously and found that Han Xuan was missing. She stood up and followed him. Suddenly she found a beautiful big parrot standing on his arm. She ran to the boy in surprise and shook his hand to let him try it too.

Han Xuan narrowed his smile and put the BBQ on the girl's shoulder, as if he was exhibiting his own treasures. Seeing the girl's expression of joy, he felt very satisfied.

It soon became dark and the boy took Anya into the house.

They were changing shoes, and the girl suddenly caught a glimpse of the painting on the wall, covered her mouth and said to Han Xuan, "Is that one, the one I bought when I first met you?"

"Yes, I like it very much, I can see it every time I go home."

Anya's face was a little blushed. She lowered her head while changing her shoes, covered her long hair, and whispered: "Actually, this painting was painted by her mother for me."

"Yeah?" The boy was a little confused.

Anya raised her head and kicked her eyes, and said word by word: "I mean, it is not a product. My mother plans to give it to me on my sixth birthday."

"Then why did my dad want to buy it? Did you agree?"

"No, it's not for sale to uncle, it's for you." The girl's face turned red again: "Because you are my first friend."

Han Xuan laughed again. He laughed more times in this half hour than the previous few days.

I reached out and pulled the girl through the entrance hall to the living room. There was no one around. I vaguely heard the voices in front of me, and walked there with the girl looking around.

Bypassing the lush North American lemon in the center of the living room, my mother was busy with something in the kitchen.

Cecilia was standing in the restaurant next door facing the Nurse, looking a little fanatical. The old man and Han Qianshan were behind her. It seemed that they had been there for a while. No wonder they had never gone out to find their daughter.

I walked over with Anya and could hear Cecilia keep saying something, like incredible.

Anya whispered to Han Xuan: "It's so beautiful, it's from Lichtenstein. My mother likes him very much."

"Yes, are you painting oil paintings now?" the boy asked.

"Not yet, I'm still learning gouache painting and sketching. My teacher asked me to talk about it when I was ten years old."

"I'll be ten years old tomorrow."

"Tsk, old man."

“…”

Cecilia was disturbed by the sound of her speech, and turned around and saw that they were all looking at her, covering her face and said, "Sorry, I was so fascinated just now."

Mr. Han shook his head and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in our Chinese that if you are not crazy, you can't do something well. I heard that you held an art exhibition some time ago? More than ten paintings seemed to be sold out soon, and the industry's evaluation is very high."

"It was the dealers who helped me. It was just a small exhibition hall in the art fair. I was far behind Lichtenstein and other masters."

"I have six paintings of you, right in the safe in the basement." Han Qianshan said from the side.

The old man laughed and reached out and patted his son on the shoulder: "You really made a profit. Ms. Cecilia's paintings are now at the lowest price of $300,000."

"It is because Mr. Han bought those paintings that I have the money to continue creating." Cecilia said modestly: "But my best pair is hung at your doorstep. It is well maintained, thank you."

"It's okay, my son likes it very much."

Han's father said a pun, blinked at his son, and the boy turned his head speechlessly and took Anya upstairs to play.

The dinner was ready quickly, and considering their mother-daughter habits, they made only grilled steak and vegetable salad, plus some sweet soup.

On the dark red and solid long table, there are small plates and matching knife and forks, and there are exquisite champagne golden patterns on the sides.

The plate was filled with beef, with grid-like grill marks on the surface. The steak I ate at home was much larger than the ones in the restaurant.

For tomorrow's birthday party, Old Patton picked up the Danma Niu and sent it to the slaughterhouse. When they saw the frost flower rate and meat yield rate of the cow, all the employees of the slaughterhouse were shocked. The meat used for the main meal tonight was produced from the Danma Niu. This was the first time that there were so many people sitting in the restaurant.

Han Qianshan poured wine for them, while his mother brought milk to the children.

The boy and the girl sat together, muttering and talking nonstop, all of whom were very happy.

The old man raised his wine glass and looked at the table.

“What a delicious beef.”
Chapter completed!