Chapter 66 [My Dear Wife]
Zhou Jibai walked in front, glanced at his eldest brother and sister-in-law, and then focused all his attention on the old lady lying on the bed, "Grandma."
"I don't have a grandson like you." Old Mrs. Zhou's blood pressure soared as soon as she saw Zhou Jibai.
If she wasn't currently receiving an IV drip and feeling completely limp, she would have thrown the bedside lamp at his head.
"Okay, then you can treat me as your cousin. Your little grandson is here to see you."
Old Mrs. Zhou smiled nervously: "..."
She would not give Zhou Jibai a good look.
"Where are the paintings?" Old Mrs. Zhou still only asked him these two words.
Zhou Jibai didn't say anything.
This little cousin always responds to every word I say, but now he is silent. I guess things have really taken a turn for the worst.
Old Mrs. Zhou's heart was beating fast, her brows knitted tightly together. She realized something was wrong and her voice trembled violently: "Is it really ruined?"
Just as the old lady whimpered and the string that maintained her sanity was about to break, Shi Huai slowly walked out holding the "Spring Mountain with Birds on the Branches" framed in golden nanmu.
"Paint it here!" Shi Huai's clear voice stood out in this dull bedroom.
Everyone's eyes fell on her, including Mrs. Zhou.
When Mrs. Zhou saw clearly the painting "Spring Mountain with Birds on Branches" in Shihuai's arms, her pupils suddenly shrank, her body trembled, and goose bumps appeared all over her body. She stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at Shihuai, "This is... this is..."
The engagement gift between her and the old man had clearly long since turned into rubble and waste paper, yet she hadn't expected Shi Huai to actually repair it?!
A white light suddenly appeared in her brain, and her anger and indignation disappeared in an instant, and surprise and joy slowly intertwined in her heart.
The "Spring Mountain with Birds on the Branches" that was originally destroyed by the rainstorm now appeared in front of him in a brand new look. The objects in the painting were lifelike, and every stroke was vivid, even more new and lively than when the old man first handed the painting to him!
A tear suddenly rolled down the old lady's eye. Her breathing stopped and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Zhou Xu and Ruoyu were stunned when they saw this restored original painting.
Shi Huai had an apologetic look on her face. She sincerely apologized to the person in front of her: "I'm sorry, grandma. It was actually me who stole your painting."
"I was the one who asked Zhou Jibai to steal the painting from the basement and then restored it without your consent." Shi Huai's palms were sweating, and he was extremely nervous. He didn't know if his restoration would satisfy the old lady.
What should I do if the old lady gets even angrier?
This was a gamble for her.
The corners of Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red, and her vision was blurred by tears. "Good boy, come on, bring this painting over to me and show it to me."
Shi Huai immediately responded and came down, walked up to the old lady and handed the "Picture of Birds on the Branches in Spring Mountains" to her.
The bitterness and depression that had been clogging my heart suddenly cleared up when I saw the painting had been restored. The haze was instantly dispelled.
Heart pounding with indescribable excitement and joy, the old lady sniffed and, through the glass screen, stroked her hands back and forth. Through the barrier, she gazed intently at the exquisitely restored "Spring Mountain, Birds on Branches" painting.
The feeling of regaining what was lost spread in her heart, and the old lady's eyes filled with tears, "You are so thoughtful."
She had even prepared herself for the possibility of regretting her life, but she hadn't expected Shi Huai to restore the painting without anyone noticing! Furthermore, the restoration was meticulous, and the painting was even more vivid than it had been decades before! This resolved the biggest knot in her life.
This surprise came so suddenly that she was overwhelmed. Thinking about how she had slapped the eldest son and hit the second son with a stick because of this incident today, the old lady burst into laughter while crying.
Shi Huai took a step forward and approached the old lady's bed cautiously: "Grandma, are you still angry?"
"I am the instigator of this matter. They are at most accomplices. If you are angry, just punish me alone!" Shi Huai sat on the chair beside the bed and gently held the old lady's hand.
Old Madam Zhou glanced at the brothers Zhou Jibai and Zhou Xu and said, "Thanks to you, I'm so happy right now, how could I be angry?"
The excitement of overjoyed surprise still lingered in her heart. She had never expected, never expected, never expected...
My brain is still in a blank state, and I am at a loss for words. I don’t know how to praise this lovable poem.
Shi Huai had never thought about asking her grandmother to thank her. This was something she owed to the Zhou family in her previous life.
Shi Huai continued to talk about the secret he accidentally discovered while restoring the painting.
"Grandma, I accidentally discovered something while repairing it."
Old Mrs. Zhou raised her head from her joy and looked at Shi Huai in surprise: "What?"
Shi Huai smiled and reminded: "The secret is behind this painting."
After Shi Huai finished giving the instructions, the younger generations knew better and did not stay in the old lady's room for long. The couple left.
Zhou Jibai finally closed the door with a click, and the large bedroom fell into silence.
Following Shi Huai's instructions, Mrs. Zhou opened the painting frame and searched for the secret behind the original.
The words "My dear wife" are the first thing that catches your eye.
The heat mist once again covered the old lady's eyes last week.
She always thought that the bastard Zhou Ru didn't leave her any last words.
Qingqing was her nickname. Since her parents passed away, only Zhou Ru called her that.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Ru had been dead for ten years. She had been guarding this painting, with tears in her eyes every day.
Now when I see the word "Qingqing", it is as if Zhou Ru is standing in front of me, calling me over with a young smile.
During the past ten years, Bai Yusheng has been depressed and wondering why this old man could be so cruel as not to say a word to her, forcing her to look at this tattered painting every day and miss him.
But when I saw this row of familiar and elegant handwriting, the complaints and depression from day and night completely dissipated at this moment.
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