Chapter 47 Awards
Ms. Miao, who was secretly observing from outside, saw that they were getting along well, so she gently closed the door without disturbing their conversation and went to the room to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
Ren Fenghe collected all his scattered thoughts and asked Miao Qingqing via voice-to-text if she wanted to go out for fried chicken together.
Miao Qingqing nodded several times. Seeing this, Ren Fenghe held her hand and walked out together.
The two of them ate one piece at a time, and soon the plate of delicious fried chicken was empty.
Miao Qingqing put the plate back into the kitchen, opened the kitchen door, and saw Ms. Miao showing off her cooking skills inside.
Ms. Miao noticed her and gestured with her hands, saying, "Help me take care of her while I cook."
After making an "OK" gesture, Miao Qingqing came up to Ms. Miao and wiped the sweat off her face.
Ren Fenghe was observing carefully outside the door.
Ms. Miao smiled and patted Miao Qingqing, then waved her hand twice towards the kitchen door. Miao Qingqing also smiled, walked out of the kitchen, and took Ren Fenghe back to the room.
Back in the room, Miao Qingqing typed a string of words, and while waiting for the AI to read the words, she controlled the mouse to quickly save the painting.
"Wait a moment while I save my things." said the mechanical female voice on the phone.
Ren Fenghe then converted the speech into text and said, "Aunt Qingqing, you draw so beautifully."
Miao Qingqing, who was called "Auntie Qingqing", was still a little uncomfortable with herself becoming an aunt all of a sudden. She tried to hear these four words more pleasantly.
"Thank you." The mechanical female voice sounded again.
"Jiang Shen and I have seen the comics you drew." Ren Fenghe said again.
Miao Qingqing tilted her head. She looked like she was cut from the same mold as Ms. Miao and reminded her, "It's impolite to call an adult by their name."
In contrast to Ms. Miao, who would panic and hurriedly put away all her works when she saw her paintings, she did not react so strongly to Ren Fenghe seeing her works.
"Can you understand?"
Ren Fenghe responded with the level of a normal four-year-old child: "There are too many words to understand, but dad read it to me."
"Do you like the story in it?"
It is impossible for such a young child to leave comments on the website where Miao Qingqing publishes her comics. She is very curious about what such a young child thinks of her stories.
Ren Fenghe didn't use voice-to-text conversion, but nodded vigorously and said, "Yes!"
Miao Qingqing's eyes and brows were filled with joy.
Ren Fenghe felt the peaceful aura she exuded almost as if he was yearning for it.
They have the same physical flaws, so why does she accept everything so calmly? Is it just Ms. Miao’s reason?
She couldn't change her parents, but was there another reason why she could?
Ren Fenghe's hand unconsciously touched his leg, and his mind flashed back to the days and nights when she had hidden him in the room.
She carefully and tentatively placed her hand next to Miao Qingqing's ear.
"Aunt Qingqing, will you be sad? Will it hurt?"
Even though the weather is getting warmer, the perceived temperature is still very low in this room without floor heating, sandwiched between residential buildings where sunlight hardly penetrates. Such a small hand emitting heat was placed next to Miao Qingqing's ear, like a hand-held hot pack.
Miao Qingqing subconsciously turned her head towards the direction of Ren Fenghe's hand, as if she was holding the phone to answer a call, and clamped Ren Fenghe's hand with her ears and shoulders.
The little girl who asked her if she felt pain or sadness had a pair of extremely clear eyes, which were full of doubts.
Miao Qingqing continued to tap on the phone keyboard to answer her.
"My ears don't hurt, and I'm not sad."
After saying that, the little girl sitting on the chair suddenly looked around, as if looking for something.
Miao Qingqing was just about to ask her what she was looking for, but the next second, Ren Fenghe found what she was looking for.
She found a sticky note and a pen on Miao Qingqing's desk. She held the pen in her right hand and wrote something carefully, stroke by stroke. She used her left hand to cover what she wrote so that Miao Qingqing couldn't see it.
The little girl with pink face sat on a chair that was not high enough, struggling to prop herself up to write. She looked so cute.
But Miao Qingqing still didn't understand what she was doing.
We were discussing whether her ears hurt in the last second, but how come she suddenly started writing something in the next second?
Is this the rebellious nature of children?
The creator Miao Qingqing couldn't help but observe.
The little girl who was scribbling raised her head again, and her round eyes began to look around for something.
She covered the sticky note with one hand to prevent Miao Qingqing from seeing it, and reached out with her other hand to the red pen on the table and scribbled on it again.
Before Miao Qingqing could observe more content, Ren Fenghe had already finished what he wanted to write.
She tore off the sticky note, slapped it on Miao Qingqing, smiled brightly, and said, "Aunt Qingqing, this is a prize for you."
Miao Qingqing looked down at her left shoulder in confusion. From this angle, it was difficult for her to see what the other person had written on the sticky note.
"Can I tear it off and see what's written on it?"
Ren Fenghe nodded his head a little harder, "Hmm!"
This was the first time that Miao Qingqing won an award from a child.
Although this sticky note should be described as a child's impromptu scribble rather than a "prize", Miao Qingqing still carefully tore the sticky note off her clothes.
The five big words "Brave and Strong Award" were written on the paper, and there was a circle of small red flowers drawn around it with a red pen.
Miao Qingqing held the sticky note in her hand and looked at Ren Fenghe in surprise.
Ren Fenghe was also looking at her intently without blinking. He was clearly a child, but his eyes were extremely complicated, so complicated that Miao Qingqing couldn't understand.
Miao Qingqing's mood was infected by this complexity, and her heart also became complicated.
She stroked the sticky note and tried to read the words, but she could only make similar mouth shapes and had no idea how to pronounce the sounds.
Her sleeve was pulled again, and she looked over and saw Ren Fenghe giving her a thumbs up.
Miao Qingqing pursed her lips, took out a sticky note, wrote something on it, and then stuck it on Ren Fenghe.
Ren Fenghe also took it down and looked at it.
Miao Qingqing's handwriting was beautiful and elegant, with five words also written on it.
"Little Angel Certificate." Miao Qingqing's phone and Ren Fenghe's heart read these five words together.
They each took one and put their certificates back on their shoulders.
There was still a long time before the New Year's Eve dinner, and Ms. Miao felt that the two women's help would be in the way, so she refused to let them enter the kitchen.
The two seedlings could only look at each other and return to the room.
After returning to the room, Miao Qingqing looked at the bored Ren Fenghe, wondering how to spend the afternoon with him.
Normally, she couldn't play games or chat with the children due to the limitations of her ears and mouth. After much thought, she could only do what Ren Fenghe was best at - drawing.
"Yuanyuan, do you want to draw?" she asked.
Ren Fenghe was deeply moved by the fact that when adults in this world don't know what to do with their children, they will choose two activities - one is to play cartoons, and the other is to let the children draw.
She nodded.
“Let’s draw together.”
She wants to watch talented people painting.
Miao Qingqing opened the drawer, took out the plastic film and spread it on the ground, then took out paints and a super large canvas.
Ren Fenghe watched in amazement as she skillfully put together the frame strips, cut the canvas, and stretched it.
Miao Qingqing thought it was cute and funny when she saw her mouth open in surprise.
"I have been drawing with a digital tablet recently, which is the one on my desk. I haven't drawn on canvas for a long time, so I don't have any stretched canvases."
After stretching the canvas, she twisted open the acrylic paint to make sure it was still usable. She said, "Even when I paint, I use more watercolor and gouache, and less acrylic. Fortunately, it is still usable."
After taking out all the materials, she rested her chin on her hand and stared at Ren Fenghe for a while, then took out a somewhat old long-sleeved T-shirt from the depths of the closet.
She put clothes on Ren Fenghe.
"Wear it on the outside, otherwise the paint will get on your clothes and it will be difficult to wash."
Her clothes fit Ren Fenghe perfectly and completely covered him. Miao Qingqing carefully folded her sleeves layer by layer so that Ren Fenghe's hands could be exposed.
After doing all this, she clapped her hands and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, that's it, let's get started!"
The feeling of drawing with Miao Qingqing is very different from drawing picture books with Jiang Shen.
Jiang Shen, a non-professional, only has colored pencils at home, and when drawing picture books together, he often says, "Just choose the color you like and paint it on."
But it is different from Miao Qingqing's painting. She would ask Ren Fenghe what color he wanted. Even if Ren Fenghe's answer was very abstract, such as "happy color" or "sad color", she would give Ren Fenghe suggestions on which colors to use after thinking about it, and also teach Ren Fenghe how to mix the desired color with the limited paints.
This sense of professionalism brought Ren Fenghe back to the day when he first saw Jiang Shen's arrangement.
Whether it was her or Jiang Shen, when they talked about their favorite areas, professional areas, and areas of expertise, they seemed to radiate a dazzling light that could not be concealed.
Ren Fenghe was coloring with a pen while secretly observing Miao Qingqing.
In addition to Ms. Miao's meticulous care and love, is Miao Qingqing's love for painting also the reason why she has become a thriving seedling?
She couldn't help but think of ballet, and suddenly felt a little sad.
Ballet also helps her get through the lonely nights without her family.
Don't think about it.
Ren Fenghe discovered that she had unconsciously added various strange dark colors to the cute and childlike painting, and quickly controlled her divergent thoughts.
Miao Qingqing noticed that Ren Fenghe was absent-minded and was worried that she found painting boring, so she racked her brains to think of a topic.
Suddenly, she thought of something and typed it out to Ren Fenghe.
"Yuanyuan, I suddenly remembered that mom said you can speak English and Korean, right?"
"That's amazing! I admire and envy people who can speak different languages, because I can't even speak Chinese." Miao Qingqing gave Ren Fenghe two thumbs up.
This topic came up unexpectedly, and Ren Fenghe was stunned. She looked up and saw two thumbs up.
When talking about speaking different languages, Miao Qingqing's face was filled with admiration and emotion.
"I can obviously speak, but I can't. It would be great if I could speak, too." Miao Qingqing regretted.
Ren Fenghe blinked slowly.
Yes, she has learned a lot of new things recently, such as languages and musical instruments. These are very interesting and she likes them very much.
Who says there is only ballet in her world?
Who says a person can only have one hobby in his life?
Ren Fenghe lowered her head to look at her legs again, and inexplicably felt that the stone that had been pressing on her heart seemed to have been moved away a little.
She said, "I wish I could draw as well as Aunt Qingqing."
The two girls, who envied each other, looked at each other and smiled in the same way as when they were awarding each other the certificates just now.
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