Before, she did not have the idea of peeping into the room that Mu Hongming specially ordered, but now she didn't know why. A strong gravity made her want to go in and have a look.

Seeing no sign that the rain was going to turn small, Qin sang suddenly said, "I'll go to my study."

With that, she went to the stairway without waiting for mu Mo Xiu's reaction.

After going upstairs, she first went to the study, looked left and right, didn't see anyone else, then walked towards the inside.

Qin Sang was a little nervous when he came to the closed door.

She pressed the handle and the door creaked. It was dark inside and nothing could be seen.

After entering the room, she touched the wall, turned on the light switch, closed the door, and then began to inspect the scene.

This is an open studio, which is very clean and spotless.

The pigments on the ground and half of the oil paintings on the drawing board seem to symbolize the traces of someone using this studio.

Looking at the familiar oil paintings on the wall, Qin sang quickly guessed that this was mostly the studio her mother used, and these works were naturally painted by her mother.

Beside the wall, there is a big closed box. Qin sang goes over and tries to open it, but finds it locked outside.

She frowned, waited for a moment, and was about to give up when she heard a low voice behind her.

"You came in anyway."

Qin Sang's body was stiff. He turned and looked at Mu Hongming, who didn't know when he appeared behind her.

It seems that Mu Hongming didn't look at her. He glanced around the studio and said, "this is the place where your mother loved to stay."

Qin sang didn't get angry at all. He didn't listen to him or came in. What flashed through his mind and suddenly said, "did you lead me in on purpose?"

If he really didn't want others to break in, how could he not lock the room?

Moreover, his previous intentional reminder was obviously arousing her curiosity. If he didn't say it, Qin sang decided not to break in here.

"That's not wrong."

Mu Hongming smiles and takes out a key.

"Want to see what's inside?"

Qin sang twisted his eyebrows and looked at him in silence. He felt that he had been fooled around, so he didn't want to talk any more.

He let her in, presumably for the contents of the box?

"Can't you hold your breath, little girl?" Mu Hongming snorted. He came over and took the key to open the lock.

"See for yourself."

Qin sang turned around and opened the box. Then he lifted the red cloth on the top. When he saw what was inside, he was stunned.

"These are all painted by your mother."

She took out the first piece of paper. It was the scene where she came out from the school gate in her school uniform. Every detail of the characters was sketched very delicately. From the painting, we can see the ardent emotion of the painters.

The second is Haojun sitting in front of the hospital window.

Third, Fourth

It's all her and Haojun's paintings

"At that time, you didn't see her, so she had to go to see her secretly, and then take pictures and put them in the studio."

Mu Hongming said that he took out a stack of photos from the box, all of them were her and Haojun, and these paintings were copied from the photos.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Qin sang spoke in a difficult voice.

"I just want to tell you that your mother loves you very much." He spoke in a deep voice, in a smooth tone.

Qin Sang was silent for a long time, and finally said, "can I take this painting away?"

"It was originally for you. Take it if you want." Mu Hongming is going to leave when he has finished.

Qin sang next asked, but let him stop.

"Did my mother's ashes really spill into the sea?"

She recalled that when her mother died, Mu Hongming took her away like a living person. She still doubted that he would deal with her "corpse" in this way.

"You suspect me of hiding your mother's ashes from you?" Mu Hongming directly asked Qin sang what he thought.

Qin sang looked at him and didn't answer yes or no.

"What she yearned for most in her life was freedom. How could I be inferior to her wish?" Mu Hongming opened his mouth calmly, but he couldn't hear anything unusual.

In this way, she could not be more suspicious. She picked up the painting inside and left the studio first.

After Qin sang left, Mu Hongming stayed in the same place, with dark eyes.

He took out a crystal stone from his chest. It looked like an ordinary stone, but it was crystal clear. It was inlaid with ornaments around it. A black rope penetrated it and hung on his neck.

"Yan'er, is her keenness up to you?"

He rubbed his fingers on the crystal stone. Mu Hongming half narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in a quiet voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

After Qin sang left with the painting, he went out and saw a Xinchang figure leaning on the stairs.

Qin sang could not see his mood at the moment from his face. He pursed his lips. Before he could speak, he went downstairs.

The rain had stopped outside, and the others were gone. Qin sang looked at Mu Mo Xiu's back and quickly followed him.

Outside the gate, she hugged the painting in her hand. The night wind was cold, which made her shiver.

In a room upstairs, Mu Hongming stood by the window and watched the two figures downstairs. He got on the car and drove away slowly. Then he took back his eyes and left.

In the car, Qin sang sits in the co driver's seat, facing the low pressure of the man next to him. He's not sure if he heard the conversation with Mu Hongming in his studio.

"Mo Xiu, I just..."

She thought that it was necessary for her to explain that she still met Mu Hongming alone in the studio.

But he interrupted, "I know you're just talking to him about your mother, his love."

When it comes to love, his tone is obviously more ironic.

Qin Sang's face was stunned, and he was silent for a while.

She understood that he didn't want to contact mu hongmingduo, but he didn't seem to understand that he wanted to know about his mother.

That's right. Qin sang laughed at himself.

He hated not only his father Mu Hongming, but also her mother Xia Lengyan.

But in any case, she can't be indifferent to her mother's affairs, even if she is still complaining about each other.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mu Mo Xiu's anger became more intense.

In his opinion, she should hate her mother as much as herself, but obviously, she didn't mean to stand in the United Front with him.

For a woman who abandoned her, what else to remember? Can those paintings make her soft hearted?

"What does it mean to be silent?" He asked in a cold voice.