Rebirth: Don’t be a coward and be a mother’s baby

Chapter 347 The Man Who Paints (st update)

Xie Jianjia didn't take it to heart at all.

In the afternoon, the family went to various scenic spots. Considering that there was Grandma Dong and Dong Heyi, one old and one young, Zuo Liang arranged all the relaxing entertainment activities.

Dong He is a young person. If an adult takes one step, she has to walk several steps. Halfway through, she yells that she can’t walk anymore and wants to be hugged. Grandma Dong can hold her for a while, but after a long time, her body can’t bear it. Xie Jianjia’s body is not fully recovered yet. Naturally, He couldn't hold her, not even with Zuo Liang carrying big and small bags. Zhou Chunyan wanted to hold the little girl but was "considerately" rejected.

"Aunt Yanzi, I want my brother to hug me!"

Zhou Chunyan had no choice but to hand the little girl into Chu Fan's arms like she was pulling a carrot.

"How do you say that... you forget your friends when you see sex? Yes, you forget your friends when you see sex!"

Xie Jianjia tapped the little girl's nose.

"Mom, you're wrong. In our family, it's called seeing sex and forgetting one's relatives. It's the kiss of relatives."

Chu Fan hugged the little girl. He had never held a child before, and his arms were not arms, and his hands were not hands. The holding position was not only uncomfortable for him, but also Dong Heyi felt uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Xie Jianjia stepped forward to help.

"This hand holds her legs at the knees." He said while correcting the holding position, "This hand holds her waist to prevent her from falling..."

After some adjustments, it became much more comfortable.

"My sister is so amazing. She is the best sister in the world. How could I have such a smart and beautiful sister!"

The little girl did not hesitate to praise Xie Jianjia.

Xie Jianjia was so happy that she was praised. Looking at the little girl's chubby face, she couldn't help but reached out and tugged on her pigtails.

"Since you are so complimentary to me, how about I treat you to a sausage?"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Xie Jianjia immediately went to buy it, and when she came back, she had three more sausages in her hand.

"Grandma and the others were sitting in the shop drinking tea and said they didn't want to eat this, so the three of us would!"

Break the sharp bamboo stick head, shorten the long stick, and put it into Dong Heyi's hand so that she can hold it firmly.

Then Xie Jianjia handed another sausage to Chu Fan.

"Here, here you go."

Chu Fan didn't answer, he held Dong Heyi and looked at Xie Jianjia intently.

"You don't want to eat?"

Xie Jianjia thought he didn't like eating it, so she was going to take back her hand and eat two of them herself.

"Sister, I don't have any hands."

Xie Jianjia looked at his two hands. Indeed, she was holding Dong Heyi and couldn't free one to pick up things.

"Now, eat."

Xie Jianjia handed the grilled sausage to his mouth, indicating that he should take a bite quickly.

Chu Fan's eyebrows widened, with a slight smile on his face, and he took a bite of the sausage from her hand without any politeness.

Tender and juicy, the meat is fragrant.

"good to eat."

Xie Jianjia was also happy when he said it was delicious. After all, she bought it herself.

"Sister, um, what is that person doing?"

Dong He was eating happily when he suddenly saw a group of people gathered not far away and asked curiously.

The two of them looked in the direction pointed by the little girl. There was a circle of people surrounding the Huxin Pavilion in the distance. They didn't know what they were looking at. From time to time, they heard voices of admiration.

"Sister, I want to take a look!"

Why are there so many people? Could it be that someone is selling something?

Xie Jianjia nodded, "Go ahead."

Chu Fan had no objection.

When I took a closer look, I realized that it wasn't selling anything at all, but someone was painting.

A long-haired man in a coat sat on a folding chair with a drawing board in front of him. On the other side of the drawing board was a lotus that had been picked. The man was painting with a pen.

"Wow, what a beautiful flower!" Dong Heyi was held in Chu Fan's arms, and he could see the entire painting with his height advantage. The man heard the childish voice and looked up at the source of the sound.

Inadvertently meeting Xie Jianjia's eyes, the man saw her face, and there seemed to be a flash of doubt on her face. Xie Jianjia smiled politely at her, and the man nodded, and finally his eyes fell on Chu Fan's arms. Dong Heyi's body.

"Kid, are the lotus flowers beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" Dong Heyi replied in a very loud voice.

The man was moved by her innocence and waved to her.

Chu Fan looked at Xie Jianjia, who nodded to him, and then he put Dong Heyi down.

The little girl walked up to the man holding the sausage.

"Uncle! Are you a great painter?"

The man smiled lightly and shook his head, "I'm just interested, not a great painter."

The little girl's eyes rolled rapidly, and then she spoke with a firm tone, "Uncle, if you draw so well, you will definitely become a great painter in the future!"

Everyone around her was amused by her childish words.

The smile on the man's face deepened, "Child, do you think my painting is good?"

Dong Heyi nodded, "Excellent!"

The man put the brush aside gently, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then do you have something you like, and uncle can draw one for you and let you take it home as a souvenir?"

The things I love?

Dong Heyi immediately turned around and took two steps closer to Xie Jianjia, and said to the man: "Uncle, I like my sister, can you draw me a sister?"

Xie Jianjia didn't expect that the little girl liked her so much. She thought she would ask the man to draw a sausage for her. After all, this girl always loved whatever she held in her hands.

"Draw people." The middle-aged man shook his head, "Little girl, I don't want to draw people, why don't you try something else?"

Dong Heyi felt troubled by not being able to draw people. He looked at Xie Jianjia, then at Chu Fan, and finally his eyes fell on the unfinished grilled sausage in his hand.

"Hey! Uncle, you can draw this. I like sausage very much, because this is the sausage my sister bought!"

Xie Jianjia's heart melted after hearing this, and she secretly swore in her heart that she would definitely be twice as kind to Dong Heyi.

"Has this girl been so sweet-tongued since she was a child?"

Chu Fan, who had always been mute, suddenly spoke suddenly, startling Xie Jianjia.

She patted her little heart and responded: "Yes, Xiao Hemiao started talking earlier than other children. I don't know who she learned it from after she started talking. She has a very sweet mouth, and everyone in the family was coaxed by her to be willing to be nice to her. "

After finishing speaking, he muttered in a low voice, "I didn't expect that Uncle Dafeng's inarticulate and dull temperament could give birth to a daughter who is so good at coaxing others."

Listening to the girl's mumbling, Chu Fan looked at Dong Heyi who was holding up the sausage to draw pictures for the man, and a thought silently arose in his heart.

A few minutes later, Dong Heyi's hands were sore from lifting. The man finished the painting and wrapped it in plastic sheeting.

"Just open it tomorrow."

Dong Heyi took it and thanked the man.

"Thank you, uncle. Uncle, you are so amazing. You are the most powerful painter in the world. I will come to see you tomorrow!"

The man laughed.

"I also want to thank you for your compliment, but there is no need to come over tomorrow. Uncle will not be here tomorrow."

Dong Heyi tilted his head, puzzled.

"Then where will you be tomorrow?"

The man looked past her to the calm lake.

"It might be in the mountains, it might be in the countryside, it might be in a high-rise building, or it might be next to a trash can."

Dong Heyi is only four years old, and she cannot understand such profound words.

"Uncle, I don't understand."

Then she touched the small purse she was carrying and took out the biscuits that the cleaning lady had given her when she bumped into her at noon.

"Uncle Painter, you painted a picture for me, but I have no money. My spit is on the sausage and I can't give it to you. I only have this unopened biscuit on me. Do you dislike it?"

　First update today~

　　Thanks to the lavender bathing under the rainbow, Yinshi’s recommendation vote~

　　

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