"Your painting is so beautiful, and the kitten's eyes make people feel warm. Lin Jia listened quietly to my description, and her eyes revealed her love and understanding for art.
"Thank you for your appreciation, I think the emotions in the paintings are the most moving. "I looked at Lin Jia and was very happy, and her sense of identity with art made me feel a little kind.
The atmosphere of the café was nice and we had a very speculative conversation in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. When I talked about my favorite paintings, Lin Jia also shared with me her love for painting and crafts.
We quickly arranged a trip to the exhibition, and Lin Jia wore a light blue dress that day, which gave me a different kind of surprise.
While admiring the paintings, we exchanged our thoughts on art. Lin Jia has a unique opinion on each work, and her quick thinking and lack of depth make my favorability of her continue to rise.
"Mom, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Why don't you come back to see it? The mother's voice was tinged with resentment.
I frowned slightly. It's not that I don't want to go home, it's because I'm busy with work and travel all year round.
My mother's accusations on the phone made me feel irritated and helpless.
"Mom, I'm really busy here, you know...", I tried to explain.
"You say you're busy! Everyone else can go home and have a look, but if you're wandering alone, don't you miss home?" the mother's words carried a hint of grievance and complaint.
Hanging up the phone, I felt distraught. I know that my mother is for my own good, and I hope I can go home and spend more time with her.
"What's wrong?, what's upset?" Lin Jia saw my anxiety and asked softly.
"It was my mother, who always urged me to go home, and I always felt a little irritable. I said helplessly.
"Home is a haven where all your worries dissipate. Lin Jia said gently, "A mother's advice to her children is full of love.
"You're right. "I felt a touch of emotion in my heart. Perhaps, my mother really expects me to spend more time with her. I decided to make a time to go home and have a good time with my mother.
One day, when I invited her out again, she shirked and said that something was inconvenient. I sensed a shift in her attitude, as if she was avoiding something.
However, a few days later, I received an unexpected phone call. On the other end of the phone was an old man with a trembling voice, and his voice revealed a crying tone.
I'm worried about her, she's been depressed lately, there's been a lot going on at home, and I want you to help her.
I promised her father, determined to find out what was going on and see what I could do for her.