Approaching the painting, Lu Xiaojie immediately reached out her hand to touch it. Her arm stopped at the surface and couldn't move forward an inch. Tang Ye, beside her, observed that the content of the painting was vastly different from yesterday's, and for a moment, he couldn't understand it.
Of course, the content was quite simple. It was the entrance of a household, with a mighty eagle perched on the roof. The door was open, and a boy carrying many things stood at the doorway. He pointed excitedly at the eagle on the house top and looked somewhere else with excitement. In the direction the boy was looking, there was a man with his hand on the car door. It seemed that this man was the boy's father, smiling at the eagle.
On the second floor of the house, a woman dressed in bright colors leaned out of the window, looking at the man by the car door, her mouth opened as if she was calling out to him.
