"So that's what the painting meant..."

Pei Yushen muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm? What painting?"

Chaochao, who was engrossed in pushing the soil, overheard these words and looked up at him with curious eyes.

You misheard me.

The moment he was being watched, the boy put on a cold mask that kept everyone at arm's length, but the slightly curled fingers resting on his wheelchair revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Chaochao glanced at the boy suspiciously.

Really? She didn't believe it.

Her hearing is incredibly sharp!

...Could it be that you were talking about Little Flower just now?

Chaochao was thinking as he pushed the soil.

As dusk fell.

After leaving the sandpit, the two headed back towards the villa.

Pei Yushen, who had been keeping his eyes down and silent the whole way, suddenly spoke up: "Will you still keep the paintings you made before?"

Chaochao, who was teasing the little butterfly with her finger, didn't even look up: "Keep them all, Daddy helped me tidy them up."

The little dumpling turned around and puffed out her chest, "And Grandpa said that Chaochao's paintings will fetch a high price in the future!"

That way she can support her dad and grandpa too!

Her brother even secretly asked her for three more!

The system seemed about to speak but then stopped itself.

My silly little darling, Jiang Chi, that scheming big bad wolf, is waiting for you to grow up so he can laugh at you!

The little dumpling's eyes suddenly lit up. "What's wrong? Brother Yu Shen, do you want one too?"

She can take two photos of her brother right here! And just like that, the "Hey, Hu Xiu" is done!

Pei Yushen avoided her burning gaze, his voice low:

"I was just asking, let's go."

The little dumpling clicked its tongue in disappointment: "Oh."

But I wasn't too disappointed that I couldn't finish the drawing this time, because it's almost time to eat!

As lunchtime approached, Chaochao grew increasingly excited, happily skipping along the path bathed in the glow of the sunset. Humming a little tune, she adorned the corners of Pei Yushen's wheelchair with cute little flowers she had picked up—red, yellow, white, and purple…

The child's soft fingers, which were holding the flower, would occasionally brush against Pei Yushen's arm, causing his thin muscles to tense slightly, but he would then silently let her do as she pleased.

The originally dull and boring black wheelchair has been decorated with something flashy.

It's like a mud monster in a fairy tale gradually sprouting little flowers.

Back at the house, Chaochao rushed to the kitchen first, and swayed out, intoxicated by the delicious aroma of the food. As soon as she saw Pei Yushen driving straight to his room, she immediately followed.

"Brother Yu Shen, won't you stay outside a little longer?"

Pei Yushen looked at the child standing at the door and said calmly:

"It's been long enough."

Chaochao asked expectantly, "Can we have dinner together?"

Pei Yushen still has that lingering feeling of indigestion.

He looked at her expressionlessly and said, "Get out of my way."

"Why……"

Chaochao obediently stepped aside, and thoughtfully opened the door for him as she left.

Just as the door was about to close, it was suddenly pushed open again.

The little dumpling peeked its head out from under the door panel:

"I'm leaving those little flowers in your care, Yu Shen."

The flowers are the flowers on Pei Yushen's wheelchair.

"I had a lot of fun with my brother today. Can we play together again tomorrow?"

The little dumpling stared at him longingly.

Pei Yu took a deep breath and paused for a moment. He coldly said "Whatever" and pushed the wheelchair away, not wanting to look at the child's beaming face.

Just as Chaochao, in a good mood, closed her room door, she was ambushed.

Jiang Chi leaned against the wall, looking down at the little dumpling, "How did you trick him into going out?"

cheat?

Chaochao was stunned for a moment, then very seriously defended herself: "Chaochao is an honest child and never lies."

"..." Jiang Chi rephrased his question, "Then may I ask how you coaxed him out?"

"I didn't really coax her much..." At this moment, the little dumpling seemed to have forgotten all her entanglement outside the glass window; her memory went back to three hours earlier.

One minute before Yu Shen agreed to go out and play...

I gave myself a stone that looks like a puppy's poop.

Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes widened as she murmured to herself, "So, the little brother likes poop stones..."

Jiang Chi didn't hear clearly at first: "...What, poop?"

Is this teenager's fetish really that bad?

Just then, a noise came from the villa's main gate.

"Daddy, you're back!"

Chaochao spread her arms and rushed over quickly, forgetting Jiang Chi's question, or rather, not hearing it at all, and focused on getting to Huo Qin's side.

Huo Qin squatted down, picked up the little dumpling, and weighed it by hand.

Looks like you had quite a few snacks this afternoon.

With a bright smile, Chaochao shared with Huo Qin, "Daddy, I went out to play with Brother Yushen this afternoon, in the garden! We even ran into Little Whitey and Little Zhizhi..."

The little girl's voice suddenly lowered, and she leaned close to Huo Qin's ear, earnestly instructing, "There's also a little black dog with a bad temper. Daddy, if you encounter it next time, don't mess with it..."

The impression of the savage blackbird blocking the road was so deep that Chaochao couldn't help but speculate about conspiracy theories afterward, wondering if that little blackbird was an envoy sent by the Magic Mirror!

The more Chaochao thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and she anxiously gave her elderly father some advice.

"Daddy, you have to be careful, don't let Little Blackie trick you and sell you."

What if we can't find it again?

Huo Qin responded to her words, his gaze sweeping over the sparse yellow sand in her hair.

His gaze paused for a moment, then he glanced down at his arm without making a sound. In a short time, a thin layer of sand had accumulated in the folds of his dark suit.

Huo Qin: "..."

He had no doubt that if he shook the little dumpling three times in the air, a pound of sand would fall down.

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