Zhouzhou is the only bloodline they left behind, and all their hope and sustenance.
They channeled all the pain of losing loved ones and all the regrets that could not be made up into their unwavering determination to help Zhouzhou recover.
I hope she can get better and live a good life for her parents!
So when the elderly couple first heard that Zhou Qiqi had stopped Zhouzhou's acupuncture without their consent, they were really annoyed and angry.
But now, after hearing Zhou Qiqi's explanation, they felt a sense of relief and understanding.
Qin Peilan's tears welled up again, but this time they were tears of joy and excitement!
She gripped her husband's arm tightly, her fingers trembling slightly, her voice choked with sobs and incoherent:
"Old Shen! Old Shen, can you hear that?! Zhouzhou... Zhouzhou can hug people! She can kiss people! My God! My dear granddaughter... she... she's alive!"
This simple interaction, which would be commonplace for other children, was like a ray of dawn that she had been waiting for for so long in the darkness for her.
Shen Zhenbang's Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times, clearly indicating that he was also extremely excited.
But he knew this wasn't the time to get excited, so he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, tried his best to maintain composure, and looked at Zhou Qiqi, asking:
"Qiqi...is everything you said true? Zhouzhou, she..."
Compared to his emotionally expressive wife, he was ultimately more composed.
Although I know my son and daughter-in-law would never lie to me about something like this, I still want to confirm it again.
"But... I just noticed, the child doesn't seem to have changed much; he's still so shy..."
He Wanrou, standing to the side, watched as the elderly couple of the Shen family were about to be completely persuaded by Zhou Qiqi's sweet words, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan!
Seeing Shen Zhenbang ask the question, she quickly added softly,
"That's right, Qiqi, you make it sound so nice, saying she can laugh and hug people, but the Zhouzhou we just saw was still shy and didn't like to talk to anyone. She wasn't even very close to Grandpa and Grandma... How can you prove that what you said is true? You're not lying to your uncles and aunts, are you?"
She was both shocked and annoyed. She hadn't expected Zhou Qiqi to be so eloquent, able to talk the dead back to life!
Still painting? Still worshipping masters?
With that little mute's appearance, what talent could he possibly have?
She didn't believe it at all!
Zhou Qiqi smiled faintly, ignoring He Wanrou's words, and looked sincerely at the elderly couple, saying:
"Uncle, Aunt, I really can't prove this to you right now. Zhouzhou's situation is special; she hasn't seen you for so long, and besides..."
She glanced meaningfully at He Wanrou and then said.
"...It's perfectly normal for a child to be shy and nervous when there's a complete stranger present. Give her some time to adjust and get used to it."
However...
She changed the subject, a confident smile spreading across her face:
"Although Zhouzhou's performance just now can't prove anything, the paintings she drew are definitely real!"
She stood up as she spoke:
“We have a lot of Zhouzhou’s paintings at home. She’s really talented. Even the inspiration for my ‘Ink Splendor’ series came from looking at her paintings. Wait a minute, I’ll go get them for you. I just finished sorting out a batch and they’re in that cabinet over there.”
She walked quickly to the cabinet, took out a thick stack of drawing paper, returned to the dining table, and carefully spread them out one by one in front of Shen Zhenbang and Qin Peilan.
Some of these paintings depict Shen Huaichuan during disaster relief efforts, with lines that tremble and shake.
There are bright colors, capturing the happy moments of playing marbles with Jiang Xiangyang, and several suns are drawn next to it.
There are also many portraits of people, including Master Wu, Zhuo Guangming, school teachers, and so on...
The paintings are full of glimpses into the child's life and a reflection of his inner world.
Of course, Zhouzhou is only seven years old, so his paintings are inevitably full of childlike abstraction, with incorrect proportions and perspective, but they are full of vivid emotions.
To those who also love life, it is naturally beautiful.
But He Wanrou craned her neck to glance at it twice, and thought it was a mess, really ugly. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter to herself in disgust:
"That's it? What kind of talent is this? It looks like scribbles, I can't even understand it..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a...
No, I mean, I was glared at by two extremely displeased eyes!
This time, not only Shen Zhenbang frowned, but even the usually gentle Qin Peilan glared at her fiercely, her tone clearly showing displeasure:
"Who said it's bad?! I think it's very good! Every single one of these paintings has emotion in it! Look at this one,"
She pointed to the painting with its rapid lines and deep colors.
"These lines are trembling; you can tell the artist was terrified and worried at the time! And this one too,"
She then pointed to the painting of people playing marbles, "The colors are so bright, and the brushstrokes are so cheerful. It's clear that they're happy!"
She praised him endlessly, her eyes shining, showing no sign of stopping.
Shen Zhenbang, who was usually a man of few words, also carefully examined each painting. Finally, his gaze fell on the portraits, and he nodded, summarizing in a deep voice:
“Indeed, it’s quite good. The form may not be accurate, but the spirit is captured. This child... truly has talent.”
The sanatorium offers a wide range of leisure activities.
While recuperating there, Shen Zhenbang also met several painters who were there for health reasons.
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