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85. Chapter 84 The wooden door of the heart: Part 1 (please subscribe)(2/2)

A child holds the reading material in his hand and looks at the picture above with great interest.

He is still young and cannot understand many of the dialogues above.

Bruce slowly walked up to the child, but he did not interfere with any of the child's movements.

The child was still sitting there quietly looking at the book in his hand.

But everything recorded on it was what Bruce remembered.

That alley, that location, that person he couldn't forget, and the familiar shooting.

Everything is clearly drawn in the book.

It's just that after the child finished reading that book, he didn't have other books in the same series. He just turned the book to the first page again and started reading the second and third pages.

Bruce just watched the child quietly doing his own thing.

He didn't look impatient at all when he looked at the child. There was even a look on his face that made it obvious that it was joy from the bottom of his heart.

Bruce also stayed quietly next to the child, reading that book he loved over and over again.

Until finally Bruce was able to clearly imprint all the words in his mind.

But the children took the trouble to read the comics.

He seemed to have found his favorite thing.

The boy began to try to draw the little man on it by himself.

He is indeed talented and has quite extraordinary talent.

Although it is just a copy, it can already accurately depict the characters above.

He showed off his paintings to his parents.

That day was perhaps the happiest day for this child.

His paintings were praised by his parents, who said he was the best little painter in the world.

But life will never go according to anyone's imagination.

He started going to school and came into contact with more comics.

That friendly red-and-blue New York neighbor appeared in his world, a figure that shone like sunshine into his world.

The desire in my heart to describe what those characters should have experienced became more and more abundant.

Until he told his parents that he wanted to study art.

There’s another chapter at eight o’clock
Chapter completed!
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