The handsome young man was holding three ice cream cones in his hands, staring at the person in front of him with his almond-shaped eyes wide open.
The tall boy in doll costume lowered his head slightly, and the shadow he cast covered the boy, making him look even smaller.
The stall owner looked at the beautiful boy, then at the big doll, and as someone who knew what the doll boy looked like, his eyes lit up.
The Nings are both teachers, and their family is only ordinary. Since Ning Rong was admitted to university, he has been working part-time during holidays to earn some pocket money to reduce the burden on the family. Now that his parents have passed away, other members of the Ning family are fighting with him for the inheritance. After handling the funeral, Ning Rong still did not stop working.
Working in a doll costume in the summer can earn you a higher hourly wage than other odd jobs. Ning Rong has been in good health since he was a child, so it is no problem for him to work for half a day in a doll costume. He didn't expect to meet the young master who helped him last time, nor did he expect the young master to talk to him.
What he didn't expect was that the young master seemed to recognize his voice.
Ning Rong looked through the doll's clothes at the tall and handsome man and the beautiful woman over there, and handed the fan in his hand over to remind them.
"Your cone is melting."
An Xing finally came to his senses. He took the small fan in a daze, looked at the big doll again, turned around and ran towards An's father and mother, feeling very confused.
Why is Ning Rong here? Is it a coincidence, or... does he know something that is why he appears here?
After handing the ice cream cone to An Zhaoming and Shen Ying, An Xing no longer tried to squeeze into the parasol. Instead, he followed them closely, eating the ice cream cone, a little absent-mindedly.
This panic feeling is like knowing that I didn't do well in the exam and was about to confess, but because my mother said she was going out to play, I decided to postpone it. Who knew that while I was having fun in the park, hey! I ran into the teacher!
Wuwuwu, teacher, did you know that I didn’t confess and come to supervise me?
The boy's hair was all curled up in grievance, and he thought about a lot of things before he slowly came back to his senses. No, no one knew they were coming to the park today. Even if Ning Rong knew the truth, why didn't he just come to the door directly? Why did he have to wear a doll costume and run to meet by chance?
It was just a coincidence, he was overthinking it.
An Xing finished eating the ice cream cone and didn't notice that An Zhaoming stopped and bumped into the man's back.
"Why are you still leaving? Do you want to jump into the lake and paint?"
An Zhaoming looked at his son with disdain, as he could not even walk without being distracted, and took Chen Ying's bag off his back.
This is a pavilion that extends from the shore to the lake. There are large lotus flowers blooming in the lake, which is beautiful. Because they came early, there were few people in the park and no one in the pavilion at all. An Xing and Shen Ying could choose the most suitable location to paint.
An Xing puffed out his cheeks, took off his small bag, and dug out the tools.
Forget it, let’s just make the best of it. Why did Guan Ningrong show up? Let’s just have fun first.
Anyway...he will definitely confess tonight.
An Xing shook his head, and he and Shen Ying each took out a stand and began to assemble it. They then took out a wooden frame covering the canvas, and finally placed the paintbrushes and watercolors separately, each pondering the composition.
When his wife and son were immersed in art, they ignored the outside world at all. An Zhaoming put away their bags and mobile phones and put them at hand, and found a place out of the sun to take a nap.
Based on past experience, they would have to paint for at least two hours, and it was almost lunch time, so they could eat just in time to finish.
As time went by, the sun became increasingly hotter, and more people came into the pavilion. An Xing and Shen Ying were focused, and the people who entered the pavilion were very polite. They curiously looked at the paintings of the mother and son, took a few photos, and did not come forward to disturb them. They left after they had rested enough.
After several rounds of visitors, An Xing and Shen Ying finally finished their paintings. They leaned over to look at each other's paintings, and after appreciating them, they began to praise each other.
"The colors my mom mixed are so beautiful! The lotus flowers look so beautiful that they seem to glow in the sun!"
“The spatial composition of the stars has also improved a lot, and this red carp is a real eye-catcher!”
"Oh, my mother draws better!"
“Our stars are great too!”
An Zhaoming held the bags of both of them and waited until the two of them had enough business talk before he spoke:
"Are you hungry? Are you going to eat?"
Although they had been sitting still, painting was very exhausting, so An Xing and Shen Ying readily agreed. The family packed up their things and left the pavilion, walking towards the dining area according to the map.
The three of them went to the bathroom to take care of their physiological problems and wash their hands. An Xing came out of the bathroom, raised his head and looked around casually, and happened to meet Ning Rong's eyes who took off his hood to get some fresh air in the distance.
This time, Ning Rong was next to a noodle stall.
An Xing: ...
This might be fate, An Xing thought, and walked over slowly and stood in front of Ning Rong.
The boy was very tall, and the marks left by the last time he was chased by gangsters were so faint that they were almost invisible. He lowered his eyes and looked at the boy.
"Do you still remember me? Last time..." An Xing asked hesitantly.
"I remember you." The boy paused and introduced himself, "My name is Ning Rong."
An Xing was stunned, and quickly changed his name: "My name is An Xing, Xing as in Xingchen."
"Last time you talked about those people in your family and those hooligans...how are you doing now?"
Ning Rong didn't expect that this young master really not only remembered him, but also remembered what he had encountered. He felt inexplicably good. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said lightly:
"I haven't lived there recently, and they can't find me."
His home is in the city center, where there is an old residential area that was built more than 20 years ago. Because the land price has been rising year by year, it is finally ready to be demolished in recent years, and there will be a large amount of demolition compensation. His uncle and aunt took a fancy to his old house and wanted the demolition compensation.
The old house used to belong to his grandfather, and when he died, it was left to his father. Who knew that fate would play tricks on him, and he was not a child of the Ning family. After knowing this, his uncle and aunt changed their faces instantly, saying that he was not worthy of inheriting the old house. Not only did they come to his house to quarrel every day, they even found some gangsters to teach him a lesson.
They were just a bunch of idle hooligans. Even if he called the police, they would be released after being detained for a few days. Ning Rong couldn't lower his status to deal with them. He simply locked up his house, changed his mobile phone card, and moved directly into his friend's house.
An Xing was relieved. In addition to being worried about An Hao suddenly coming to his house and revealing the truth, he was also worried about Ning Rong's situation. Ever since he saw Ning Rong being chased by gangsters last time, he suspected that Ning Rong might have encountered worse things in his previous life, and that was why he became so cold and extreme when the truth was revealed.
It’s great that he is fine now.
The boy's eyes and expression could not hide his thoughts. Ning Rong could tell at a glance that the boy was happy for him. Although he didn't know why, being cared for... Ning Rong felt better.
"An Xing! Let's go and eat!"
An Zhaoming saw his son talking to someone from a distance, called out and waved. His eyes met the boy in doll clothes in the distance, and he paused for a moment, feeling that he looked familiar. Before he could investigate, he saw An Xing waving goodbye to the man and hurried over.
"Who is that, Xingxing? Do you know him?"
Chen Ying asked curiously. The boy was tall and handsome, and when he spoke to his son, his expression was very patient, and he looked... strangely familiar.
"He's the boy I told you about last time whose family robbed him of his parents' inheritance!" An Xing said seriously, "His name is Ning Rong."
An Xing's original intention was to let the two of them be more compassionate to Ning Rong, so that they could have some emotional foundation before recognizing each other. But when the two heard this, they suddenly looked away.
"Why are you meddling in other people's family affairs again? Last time you meddled, you almost got into danger!"
An Zhaoming looked serious and dissatisfied.
"Xingxing, don't think that boys are good people just because they are good-looking. You have to stay alert!"
Chen Ying was worried.
“…”
An Xing was stunned.
No, he is your own son! If you are so partial to me, your family may be in turmoil in the future!
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