Faced with Old Chen's concerns, Lin Xiao smiled and shook his head.
"No, I only gave the publisher the right to use it; the copyright is still in my own hands."
"That's more like it!" Old Chen was relieved.
Although Feng Bairan didn't understand painting, he could tell that his son's painting was quite good. He was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together, and his mouth unconsciously stretched to the back of his ears.
Only Li Yaru's anger vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter dejection.
Facts speak louder than words.
She understands painting; Lin Xiao's skill level far surpasses that of the paintings on the wall, and the brushstrokes and imagery convey a consistent unity.
So, was it really his son who deceived him and everyone else?
ah! ! !
Why is it that the son I raised with such care is not as good as an illegitimate child?
Her life is a complete failure.
I want to die.
Old Chen patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder and said, "Good lad, after you finish these fifty paintings, bring the originals with you, and we'll discuss them and hold a solo exhibition for you."
"As for the paintings on the wall, I will immediately arrange for someone to change the artist's name to yours."
"Regarding your name, are you going to continue using Lin Xiao, or change your surname to Feng? Or perhaps you could just adopt a pen name?"
Feng Bairan quickly interjected, "Then naturally we should change it back to the Feng surname. Let's call him Feng Xiao."
Li Yaru bit her lip and said angrily, "If he changes his surname to Feng, what will happen to Qi'er? If Qi'er comes back, will he still hold the status of the eldest son of the Feng family?"
Lin Xiao and Feng Qi were born on the same day.
Lin Xiao said with a half-smile, "Since Mrs. Feng is so resistant to me, and I don't really want to go into the Feng family to be mistreated, I'll just keep my name and continue to call myself Lin Xiao, the name my parents gave me, Old Chen."
Old Chen neither agreed nor disagreed, but nodded, "Okay."
Feng Bairan said urgently, "Hey, hey, no, absolutely not. This matter needs to be discussed more carefully."
Old Chen waved his hand, "I have no say in the Feng family's affairs, nor do I intend to interfere. You can discuss it yourselves. Just let me know when you've reached a conclusion."
Lin Xiao didn't bother with the squabbles between Feng Bairan and his wife. After having lunch with Old Chen and the others, he drove to Gulou Hospital to visit his aunt.
The elderly Mrs. Liu in the next bed was sent back to the hospital via emergency room because she ate and drank excessively after returning home.
He survived the ordeal thanks to emergency treatment.
However, Aunt Lin Xiao's condition suddenly worsened, conventional treatments began to fail, Tong Chunni vomited severely, could not eat, and visibly lost a lot of weight.
I was matched with a kidney donor once during this period, but unfortunately it was not a match.
We can only continue to wait.
Tong Chunni's face was ashen, she was weak and listless, and her eyes had long since lost their luster due to the torment of illness.
She held her nephew's hand and struggled to give him her final instructions.
"Ah Xiao, after I die, there is no need to hold a funeral; keep everything simple."
"There's no need to buy a burial plot. Just burn it all down and scatter the ashes under a big tree in the woods."
"Remember to burn paper money for your aunt during Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival."
"Your aunt has been a burden to you..."
"Ah Xiao, you must live a good life from now on..."
"If your aunt is watching over you from heaven, she will always be watching over you."
Although he had a premonition that this day would come sooner or later, Lin Xiao still felt very uneasy when it actually arrived.
He comforted his aunt, saying, "Auntie, don't worry about the money. I have plenty of money now, and if I need more, I can ask Feng Bairan for more."
"Do you really want to scatter my ashes under the tree? Don't you want to be buried nearby with my mother?"
Tong Chunni blinked, and after a long while said, "Why don't I want to?"
"I can't be so selfish; I'd only cause you trouble if I died."
"I don't know if I'll ever see your mother again after I die."
After understanding his aunt's thoughts, Lin Xiao secretly decided to buy her a burial plot, preferably one that was close to his parents.
Tong Chunni ultimately couldn't make it through the last few days of the year and passed away on December 26th.
Because he had no relatives left in his hometown, Lin Xiao did not hold a grand funeral. He simply set up a mourning hall in the Jiangcheng funeral home and stubbornly kept vigil for his aunt for three nights.
During this time, Chu Yingying stayed by his side the whole time, and Lin Xiao couldn't get rid of her no matter what he tried.
Lin Xiao didn't tell anyone else; the only person who knew was Chu Yingying, who was interning at Gulou Hospital.
But for some reason, on the third day, Wei Ruolan, Ji Ran, Bai Youyou, Song Qingliu, Meng Fanxue, and You Wanjun all arrived dressed in black.
Logically, Lin Xiao's numbness should have worsened.
Strangely enough, apart from being somewhat surprised at the beginning, he remained calm throughout the rest of the day.
Because he suddenly realized that nothing matters more than life and death.
Moreover, he had already broken up with these former clients.
It's okay.
Whatever their plans are, that's their business, what does it have to do with him?
They bowed to Tong Chunni one by one and burned incense, while Lin Xiao returned the bows expressionlessly without saying a word.
He didn't want to talk.
I don't want to socialize either.
The female clients seemed to understand Lin Xiao's silence and sadness. No one questioned him; instead, they all gazed at Lin Xiao with deep sympathy and understanding.
When the female customers saw Chu Yingying, who was also dressed in a black dress and had a white velvet flower in her hair, acting as if she were the hostess and serving them tea and water, their gazes immediately became meaningful.
Their minds were in turmoil, filled with thoughts and speculations, but due to Lin Xiao's special circumstances, none of them asked him about it.
However, You Wanjun pulled Chu Yingying aside and whispered to her, "Chu Yingying, what are you doing? Why are you acting like the mistress of the house? Did Lin Xiao agree to this?"
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