Then he tiptoed around very carefully, as if he didn't know where to put his feet.
The chairs on the other side of the corridor were already occupied.
Lord Shi Lingheng, not holding a grudge against a petty person, patted his bed and said, "Sit here..."
Although Gu Wenyan sat down awkwardly and couldn't speak, he conveyed his meaning with his eyes: "Don't think that these small favors of yours can make me submit."
Shi Lingheng had no time to pay attention to him. Since someone was guarding him, he could take a break. He had been busy with many things in Beidu these past few days and hadn't had a proper rest.
As Fan Xiaofan boarded the train back to Qingcheng, Grandpa Fan and Grandma Fan also decided to visit Fan Ziyan.
But they never expected that when they saw their grandson again, the child would be in such a sorry state, as if all his energy had been drained away.
When Grandpa Fan saw them, his voice was stern: "Look at the state you're in! Hold your head high, stand tall! A real man! Isn't it shameful to cower like this?"
Fan Ziyan was somewhat surprised that they would come to see him, and also somewhat afraid of seeing them.
Madam Fan sighed and said, "It seems you already know everything?"
As if those words had flipped a switch, Fan Ziyan suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot with displeasure: "Grandpa and Grandma, I... I didn't know. If I had known that Fan Xiaofan was your real granddaughter, I wouldn't have done this."
Grandpa Fan frowned and said, "What do you mean by that? Do you mean that if it were an ordinary person or someone else, you wouldn't admit that you were wrong?"
Madam Fan also spoke seriously: "Over the years, we have done our best to raise you well. You can have a good relationship with your stepmother, but the most important thing for a person is to have a moral bottom line. You feel wrong because Xiao Fan is our granddaughter. As your grandfather said, if she were an ordinary person, would you not regret it?"
She paused, looked at Fan Ziyan, and continued, "Do you know why your grandfather and I have always disapproved of you learning to paint?"
Fan Ziyan shook his head.
Grandpa Fan snorted coldly and said without any mercy, "Because you have defiled those paintings... The value of an artist lies in the purity of their heart, like the initial canvas, on which they then paint with vibrant colors. But your heart was wrong from the beginning, so those paintings are naturally worthless."
Fan Ziyan stared blankly at Old Master Fan.
Then she looked at Madam Fan and unconsciously murmured, "Grandpa, Grandma..."
Madam Fan nodded seriously: "Ziyan, your view of the world is too clouded. You will never succeed in painting with such ulterior motives. This is not something that can be changed by diligent practice. So we have always suggested that you put down your canvas, go out and see the world with your own eyes, and rediscover your original intentions."
Fan Ziyan suddenly burst into tears and laughter. He had always felt that his grandparents didn't understand his dedication and pursuit of painting, and that only his stepmother understood and supported him. But it turned out that he himself had been unable to see things clearly all along...
"Grandpa and Grandma, I know I was wrong, but... but now I have no chance to make amends. I did something wrong..."
He clutched his hair in anguish.
Grandpa Fan suddenly spoke up: "Some people are imprisoned, but their hearts are free; while others think they are in control of their own lives, but their hearts are trapped in a small space..."
Can you figure this out?
Fan Ziyan stared blankly at the elderly couple with white hair in front of him.
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