Summer listened to Rosie's words and paused for a moment before putting her changed shoes into the shoe cabinet.
The nanny was cleaning up the kitchen, but when she heard their talk, she knew Summer had returned. She put the dishes back into the cupboard and walked out.
"Ms. Summer, you're back!"
"Katrina, thank you for your hard work today."
The nanny's name was Katrina. When Summer looked at her, her expression had returned to its usual calm.
"It's okay. Rosie is a good girl." Katrina liked Rosie a lot.
Rosie, who had gone to fetch the painting, ran over.
"Mom, come and see!" Rosie ran over and stuffed the painting into Summer's hand.
Summer took the painting and took Rosie to the sofa. They sat on the sofa. Rosie pointed at the painting and showed it to Summer, "This is Dad; this is you; and this is me..."
Children's paintings were very abstract. However, Summer took it very seriously.
Rosie explained to her from the side, "Dad is working; Mom is cooking..."
Summer looked at Rosie gently. Rosie did not know what had happened, nor did she know that her father had disappeared.
At night, after Rosie fell asleep, Summer held the pen and sat at her desk.
The paint on the pen had peeled off. Perhaps the collector of the pen often took it out and touched it, so the surface appeared exceptionally smooth.
This was something that Leonardo cherished. Since he can send the pen back, it seemed that he was alright.
But where did this pen come from? Such an old pen...
The price of this brand of fountain pen was somewhat cheap back then. Thus, Leonardo would definitely not buy this pen.
This kind of pen was also one of the prizes she won.
She remembered that at the art festival that year, she won a notepad and a pen, and...
Then, on her way home, she seemed to run into a boy who had run away from home and was almost hit by a car. Afterwards, she seemed to have given him the pen.
It was twenty years ago, and Summer could no longer remember the specifics.
After all, she had lived without herself in the years that followed. She rarely thought about these past events.
Back then, when she first saw Leonardo's pen, Summer didn't think too much about it.
The boy she met was dressed in ordinary clothes. He was in a terrible state and looked pitiful. He didn't look like a child from a wealthy family at all...
He ... shouldn't be Leonardo, right?
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