Chapter 9: The Cat, the Girl, and the Oil Painting

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Clearly treating Han Xuan as the backbone, looking at him with a curious expression

Dolores? What a sad name, yes, my ancestors came from China

Alright

This was the first time Han Qianshan had seen his son in such a state of disarray. He secretly chuckled to himself but then cleared his throat, prompting Han Xuan to finally realize the situation.

At this moment, Han Xuan did not know what to say. He lowered his head to stroke the kitten and said softly, "You have beautiful eyes, like an angel; they are so captivating. In Egypt, people believe that there once existed a group of spirits who had eyes just like yours, so there is no need to be sad."

Is that true? I also have a Chinese name, which is Wenren Anya, given to me by my great-grandmother, who is also Chinese

A person with a kind heart will ultimately not go too far astray, which gives Han's father a sense of reassurance and comfort

Seeing Anya smile, Han Xuan also smiled and asked in confusion: "Where are your family? It is already quite late."

The girl's face turned even redder, and after thinking for a long time, she finally asked: "Do you want to see?"

"Well then, brother, you must not laugh at me..."

The transformation will not have any impact on their vision, and the colors at this time will accompany them for a lifetime

The girl with purple eyes stared at Han Xuan, looking as if she would cry if he did not save her. It is often said that girls are made of water, and this was particularly evident in her demeanor.

Shall I take you home, Dad

With a smile, I said to her: "My name is Han Xuan, may I know your name?"

The soft eyebrows rest upon the face, with relatively high brow bones, giving the visage a three-dimensional quality. From any angle, it appears perfect, like the most outstanding creation of the Creator

At this moment, Han Xuan, who possesses no artistic sensibility, was completely absorbed, staring blankly at this painting for a long time, then glancing at Anya, whose face had turned even redder.

The girl kept her eyes fixed on him, curious about Han Xuan's actions. After a while, she finally spoke softly, "Do you not dislike me?"

Yes, yes

"Because of my eyes, I am so different that the children at school are all afraid of me." The girl continued with her head down, "Adults do not like me either; they say I am a child of Satan, and they do not allow their children to play with me. Even my father has left me."

Such fortunate individuals in this world appear only once in every ten million

She appears to be younger than herself, her figure somewhat slender, and the large drawing board on her back seems a bit out of place

Just stepping out of the alley, Father Han turned his head and pointed at the large sign across the street: "Dolores, is this it?"

"Brother~" the girl said shyly, with a hint of playful reproach

Which one?

"Then wait for me a moment," Anya replied, turning to look behind her. "Mom, is that painting finished? Brother Han Xuan wants to see it"

Xiao Han's heart softened. Not to mention that he had originally intended to do so, who could refuse a beautiful girl's request?

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Of course, sir, Dolores, please show this handsome young man your sketches

Then I would trouble you, just plain water will do. May I ask if you are a painter?" Father Han inquired

Seeing Anya's radiant smile, Han Qianshan squinted his eyes not far away, a smile that was both real and feigned, yet his heart was filled with ecstatic joy. Unable to contain himself, he cheered, his lips moving slightly: "Go, baby!"

Turning to look at the little girl, it was a deep shade of purple

Where is Montana, is it far away

Thank you, Aunt

He knows that animals are very fond of him, just look at Mai Dou's chubby appearance. Although he does not know why, nor whether it has any effect, trying is always better than not trying at all. At the very least, it can make this abandoned little animal feel warmth

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

In a few days, I will return to Montana. If you miss it, you can write to me, and I will send you a photo of it, or you can call me

The small face is filled with desolation, and tears are brewing once again in the eyes

The girl looked up, her tears turning into a smile: "Elves? Do they really exist?"

A room with a closed door, seemingly intended for creation, has only six paintings hanging on the wall in front. Four of them are landscapes, one depicts a figure, and the one in the corner is covered with a cloth

The girl raised her head upon hearing this, wiped the mist from her eyes, and her small hands bore some pencil dust, leaving marks on her face, which made her look very cute

He released Han's father and walked over, squatting in front of the kitten, placing it on his lap, and gently stroking its matted fur

Her hair is brown, contrasting with her snow-white skin, and her high nose bridge separates two large eyes

In our China, after a person dies, they become stars in the sky, and great-grandmother has always been watching over you; she will be with you. Han Xuan comforted her, reaching out to wipe the pencil marks off Anya's face.

Han Qianshan noticed his son's gaze and knew that it was time for him to take action. "Ms. Cecilia, your work is truly remarkable. May I ask if it is for sale?"

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Wearing a white jacket, the pants are made of denim, and the white shoes are somewhat worn but very clean

In other words, the woman before me is one five hundred thirty-second of this world

It is likely that she inherited her mother's talent; the girl, only six years old, is already exceptional at still life sketching, as seen from Han Xuan's perspective.

That's great, brother, may I go visit it? The kitten is really cute

The kitten in his arms stirred and let out a soft meow. Han Xuan sensed its emotions, "It might be hungry. Do you want to take it in?"

Anya stood to the side, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Aside from her teacher and mother, this was the first time she was showing her artwork to someone else. Han Xuan did not disappoint her, praising, "Your drawing is truly excellent; it seems we will have another outstanding artist in the future!"

Chirp

Oh! I forgot! Mom is still at home waiting for me

The girl's head is lowering more and more, her mood somewhat dejected, as if she is recalling some unpleasant past events

It has already been drawn, but... well.

Han Xuan silently took An Ya's small hand, two quite innocent children of the same age, are they not

If no one takes it in, then I will take care of it. It is too small and would die outside

The surname Wen is quite rare in China, and it sounds very pleasant, Han Xuan said

In fact, as early as 1968, scientists discovered this mutated gene in some Caucasian mixed-race women of European and American descent, naming it "Alexandrian Origin".

Yes, that is exactly you

They are all classical realism, with a very soft tone and good composition. It seems that it is not as inconspicuous as Cecilia herself claims; good works never lack admirers

Han Qianshan, this is my son Han Xuan. It is indeed difficult to discipline children at this age, and I am quite troubled by it, aren't I, madam

This is Williamsburg, right? Which street is that?

At birth, their eye color may be blue or gray, and by the time they are six months old, their eye color begins to change, transitioning from the original color to purple, which continues until they reach the age of 1

The gallery is not large, consisting of only two rooms

The father and son, one big and one small, were at a loss for words. Father Han had no choice but to speak: "Let's go first, I will look for it."

At this moment, Han Xuan forgot everything; in his eyes, there were only those pair of pupils, which seemed to possess a captivating power.

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

In a previous life, there were images of purple eyes online, and he thought they were edited by people; he never expected that they truly exist in the world.

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"Why should we hate?" Han Xuan asked as he put down his hand

At the entrance of the oil painting gallery, a woman is looking around. She appears to be in her thirties and only relaxes when she catches sight of her daughter’s small figure.

Afterwards, until the end of puberty, the color gradually deepens on the basis of purple, ultimately resulting in their eyes becoming deep purple, dark purple, blue-purple, or purple-blue

Then my brother can call me by my Chinese name, Anya? That's how it's pronounced, right? My Chinese isn't very good. Last year, my great-grandmother passed away, and no one could teach me... The girl said innocently, a bit sadly, as she reached out to touch the kitten, which seemed to be much better than before.

It is alright, your daughter is very lovely, she just saved this poor little kitten

"Dolores! Where have you run off to again! Ah, thank you for bringing her back, sir," said the woman, her accent bearing a Western European style, as she looked towards several people.

Extending his hand towards Xiao Han, he declared: "Dolores, so brother, are you Chinese?"

Cecilia was smiling as she introduced the creative concepts behind each painting to Mr. Han. Han Xuan caught a glimpse of the covered artwork and asked in confusion, "Anya, what is that?"

Han Xuanhe - Picture - I have never seen such a beautiful girl before

"It's nothing, just let me take a look, Anya?" Han Xuan followed his father into the room and winked at the girl, feeling quite curious.

Cecilia smiled and said, "It is merely my own creations, and there are no outstanding works."

The kitten seemed to sense something, struggling to open its eyes, its mouth opened but no sound came out, it was simply too weak

You are truly too modest, I happen to be looking to purchase some paintings, may I take a look at them?" Mr. Han continued.

Father Han playfully winked at his son and said, "Anya, where is your home? Let your brother hold your hand, and we will take you back home."

Cecilia turned her gaze towards her daughter, Anya nodded.

It is not very far, it will take just two hours to arrive. Silently, I added in my mind: it is two hours by plane

The girl wanted to pick up the kitten but did not know how to do so, fearing that she might hurt it, and was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears

Upon seeing Han Xuan looking over, the girl felt a bit uneasy, as she was quite afraid of being watched by others, and she lowered her head to avoid eye contact

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

I don't know either, it was already like this when I just discovered it. Brother, could you please help it

I am truly worried about her, as the security here is not very good, so... Thank you once again

Please call me Cecilia, sir. Please come in and have a seat. I will make you a cup of coffee. And for this young gentleman, would you like a cola?

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

What happened to it? Han Xuan asked

Cecilia approached, lifting the oilcloth to reveal a girl with a captivating smile and sparkling purple eyes

Thank you, uncle, in Williamsburg