klisemfg Chapter 377 Who told you to draw like this?
Chapter 377 Who told you to draw like this?
In the exceptionally warmly decorated restaurant of Jinyang Villa, the warm yellow light softly sprinkles on the dining table, giving each exquisite dish an attractive luster.
The table was filled with sumptuous food; the delicious aroma of steamed fish, the rich flavor of braised pork, and the freshness of seasonal vegetables all intertwined together, exuding a strong taste of home.
Mu Huiying sat beside Choubao with a loving look on her face, her eyes full of doting.
The chopsticks in his hand gently picked up a large chicken leg with a golden color and shiny skin, and placed it steadily into Choubao's bowl;
With a gentle smile on his lips, he said softly, "Stinky Baolai, have a chicken drumstick. You are growing up now, so you need more nutritious food. Eat more so you can grow up quickly."
Dean Guo sat aside, looking at Chou Bao who was still in a low mood, with a gentle concern on his face, and comforted him in a gentle tone: "Chou Bao, I'm not angry anymore.
Once something happens, there is no going back! Living in this world is not easy, so why make yourself unhappy?
So, we have to learn to look forward. Daddy also has his own difficulties and sufferings, you should also try to understand him from a different perspective. Just like the situation of little daddy today, daddy doesn’t want to do that either.”
Choubao's little head drooped as if it could fit into a bowl, and he muttered in a depressed mood: "He beat little daddy with a cane like that, how painful it must have been for little daddy!
Two of his fingers were broken. Is his heart made of stone? How could he be so cruel...”
When Mu Huiying and Dean Guo heard this, they looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and heartache. For a moment, they didn't know how to comfort this heartbroken child.
Just then, a crisp ringtone broke the slightly heavy and depressing atmosphere in the restaurant. It turned out that the tablet phone that Choubao had placed aside rang.
It was Shen Rou's WeChat video call. Chou Bao slowly raised his head, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his originally dull eyes.
He gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, slowly but with a hint of anticipation, and reached out to connect the video.
At the moment the video was connected, Choubao seemed to be a different person. A bright smile immediately appeared on his face, as bright as the warm spring sun. He said sweetly to the screen: "Grandma, good evening. Where's Grandpa? Is he off work yet?"
Old lady Shen Rou was sitting in the video screen, with an elegantly decorated living room behind her. When she saw Chou Bao's smiling face, she also smiled, raised her hand and waved it in front of the video, and asked with concern: "Chou Bao, do you like the new environment? Are you used to living here?"
"Grandma, don't worry, everything is fine here. I even went to the new kindergarten today." Choubao sat up straight and responded with sparkling eyes.
"Really? Are you happy with the kids?" the old lady asked, her eyes full of concern for Choubao.
"I'm fine, thank you grandma for your concern." Choubao answered obediently, with a sweet smile still on his lips.
At this time, Xiao Yue's face appeared in the video screen, and she asked with worried eyes: "Chou Bao, is little daddy awake?"
Choubao's face darkened again in an instant, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised drooped down, and he said in a depressed tone: "Mom, little daddy is still sleeping, I don't know how to wake him up.
I used to sleep next to my little daddy, and he would know immediately if I cried. Now I have my own room, I am afraid that my little daddy..."
Xiao Yue hurriedly comforted him, "No, Chou Bao, Little Daddy loves you so much, he's just too tired, he'll wake up after he gets enough rest! Chou Bao, you must trust Little Daddy."
At this moment, Song Shijie strode into the living room with a straight figure and steady steps. As soon as he entered the door, he saw everyone sitting together and watching Chou Bao on video.
He walked quickly behind Shen Rou, leaned over slightly, looked at the Chou Bao in the video, smiled kindly and said, "Hey, Chou Bao, are you having dinner with grandpa and grandma? What delicious food did grandma make?"
Chou Bao looked at Song Shijie, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, and responded: "Grandpa, are you tired from work today? You must make sure to rest."
"Thank you, Choubao, Grandpa got it. You should take good care of yourself over there, okay? Where's Dad? Did he have any seizure after returning home?" Song Shijie asked with concern.
When Chou Bao heard this, he showed a helpless expression on his face and said softly, "No."
Seeing this, Mu Huiying smiled and said to Song Shijie, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, the children are all fine. You are busy all day long, so you must take good care of yourself. I am here, so you can rest assured."
"Xiaoji's mom, thank you for your hard work! You guys enjoy your meal. We are also going to eat, so we won't disturb you!" Song Shijie responded politely, his eyes full of gratitude.
Choubao waved to his relatives in the video and said, "Enjoy your meal, everyone!" After that, he lightly tapped the screen and hung up the video.
The restaurant fell silent for a moment, with only the warm yellow light still shining quietly on everyone.
After dinner, the warm yellow light spread in the corridor of Jinyang Villa, outlining the small figure of Choubao. He walked slowly towards his room with slightly heavy steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on the silent thoughts.
Returning to the room, he gently closed the door. The light in the room shone softly, as if building a small isolated island for him.
Choubao sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the drawing board in front of him. The air around him seemed to freeze with his silence.
My thoughts drift back to the time when school was over today. The kindergarten classroom was filled with the children's laughter, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting golden spots on the ground.
The beautiful teacher Lin, wearing a pink dress, looked like a blooming flower and stood in front of the children with a bright smile on her face.
The voice was clear and gentle: "Dear children, today's activities are over."
She paused for a moment, and scanned each young face with expectant eyes.
"Finally, I'll leave you with an after-class assignment. Go home in the evening and draw a picture of yourself with your parents, and hand it in to the teacher tomorrow.
The teacher will compare your paintings, select the best one and give you a reward. "
Having said that, Teacher Lin Yue took out a furry giant panda doll from behind her as if performing magic.
The doll was black and white, with a round body, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak under its big dark circles. It looked adorable.
"Ding ding ding ding, kids, aren't giant pandas cute? Do you like them?"
In an instant, the classroom was like a lake where a stone had been thrown, and it suddenly exploded.
The children chattered and cheered: "I like it!"
"I want a giant panda!" a cute little girl shouted in a silvery voice.
A domineering-looking girl shouted, "The giant panda must be mine, you can forget about it."
Everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation, and their hands were raised high, as if the giant panda was already theirs.
At that time, Choubao sat in his seat, his eyes flashing with contempt. He muttered softly: "How childish! I don't want it! Whoever wants it can go."
Collecting his thoughts, Choubao took a deep breath, gently stroked the brush in his hand on the paper, and began to paint.
His eyes were focused and determined, and his focused look fully demonstrated the painting techniques that Jiang Chengyu taught him through words and deeds.
Soon, a family portrait gradually emerged on the paper. In the painting, Xiaoyue had a head of black and shiny hair, showing his noble appearance. His eyes were like crescent moons, full of kindness.
The corners of her mouth slightly raised, with a gentle smile, she hugged Chou Bao tightly. Chou Bao nestled in her mother's arms, with a happy smile on her face.
Mu Xiaoji sat beside them, looking at the mother and son with a sweet and warm smile, his eyes full of love and protection.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Chou Bao cleverly made use of the portrait of Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji on the wall.
Jiang Chengyu's side-lying figure was painted as if his mother was holding him; Mu Xiaoji was sitting next to him in the same position. After the whole painting was completed, it became the family portrait in Choubao's mind.
The next morning, the sunlight shone through the thin clouds and fell on every corner of Jinyang Villa.
As usual, Mu Huiying had a kind smile on her face, and that smile seemed to be able to dispel all the haze in the world.
She gently took Choubao's little hand, and their figures were stretched out in the morning light as they walked out of the room step by step.
"My little rascal, be good in school today and listen to your teacher." Mu Huiying admonished gently, her eyes full of concern and love.
"I know, grandma." Choubao raised his head and responded sweetly, his childish voice echoing in the morning air.
Mu Huiying accompanied Choubao to the door of the Volkswagen CC. At this time, Mu Xiaoji and President Guo were already sitting in the car waiting.
Mu Xiaoji sat in the back seat, looking out the window, as if he was thinking about something. Dean Guo sat steadily in the driver's seat, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes calm and focused.
Chou Bao carried his schoolbag and tightly held the family portrait that he had poured so much effort and expectation into. He walked briskly into the car and sat next to Mu Xiaoji, his small body still carrying the morning energy.
"Goodbye, grandma!" Choubao waved to Mu Huiying through the car window, with an innocent smile on his face. The car started slowly, and Mu Huiying stood there, watching the car go away until it disappeared from the end of her sight.
Dean Guo drove the car slowly out of Jinyang Villa. The streets in the early morning were quiet and peaceful, with occasional birds singing happily on the branches.
The car gradually came to the busy road and merged into the tidal flow of traffic.
Inside the car, Mu Xiaoji looked at Chou Bao with boredom, and then he noticed what he was holding tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but ask softly: "What are you holding?"
"Homework." Choubao answered concisely, his eyes still fixed on the car window. The street scenery flashed by quickly like a slide show, but his heart had already drifted away.
"Don't you need to tell me there is homework? Let me see." There was a hint of unquestionable command in Mu Xiaoji's tone.
Chou Bao didn't think much about it, his face was calm and indifferent. He moved his little hand gently and handed the painting to Mu Xiaoji.
Mu Xiaoji slowly opened the painting. At first, his eyes were somewhat casual, but when his gaze fell on the characters in the painting, his face instantly turned gloomy, and a raging fire seemed to burn in his originally calm eyes.
"Who told you to draw like this?" Mu Xiaoji roared angrily, his voice echoing in the small carriage and making Choubao's ears buzz.
Before Chou Bao could react, Mu Xiaoji had already torn the painting that carried Chou Bao's countless hopes into pieces of broken paper in an instant with his hands.
"Xiao Ji, what are you doing?" Dean Guo was shocked by the sudden change. He immediately pulled over and stepped on the brakes, and the car left a sharp mark on the road.
He quickly turned his head and looked at the back seat, his eyes full of shock and reproach. "Xiao Ji, you left Chou Bao without homework, what will he do at school?"
Mu Xiaoji said coldly: "Do as you wish."
Choubao stared blankly at everything in front of him, and his originally bright eyes dimmed in an instant.
His lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out. There was no anger or sadness on his face, only a heart-wrenching calmness.
This kind of calmness shocked Dean Guo. It was amazing that a child could be so patient in the face of such a huge blow.
"Choubao, when we get to school, grandpa will help you explain to Teacher Lin, and you can draw another one for the teacher."
Dean Guo tried to comfort Choubao. His voice was soft and warm, hoping to bring some comfort to the injured child.
"No need, Grandpa Guo, just concentrate on driving your car." Chou Bao replied coldly, his voice clear and resolute, revealing a stubbornness that could not be ignored.
He slowly turned his head and looked out the car window, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
Dean Guo looked through the rearview mirror at Choubao in the back seat, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He felt sorry for what Choubao had gone through, was angry at Mu Xiaoji's impulsive behavior, and at the same time felt helpless about the complicated relationships in this family.
The car started slowly again, but the atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive that it made people breathless, as if even the air had frozen...