He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Lin Sinian was silent for a few seconds, then laughed, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief and a touch of indulgence:

"You make it sound so easy to say you've 'dragged too much.' I know you've been working hard and putting in the effort, but even with all that effort, you can't improve this quickly."

"All the painters I know paint and practice every day, but I've never seen anyone improve as quickly as you."

"Maybe I was just lucky," Chen Hao smiled, explaining it as luck; he had no better explanation.

"Luck?" Lin Sinian scoffed, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Weiwei also said you're lucky, that you make money in the stock market by luck, and that your progress in painting is also due to luck."

I just don't believe it. How can someone be this lucky? No matter how lucky you are, without real skill, you can't paint such good pictures or improve so quickly.

You just won't tell the truth.

Chen Hao didn't reply, he just smiled and remained silent.

He knew that Lin Sinian didn't believe him, but he didn't press him further, which was a way of giving him a way out.

Some things can only be kept in your heart and cannot be spoken aloud.

Lin Sinian did not press further, but simply said:

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Go ahead and do your work. Focus on your drawing and don't let those messy things affect your mood."

By the way, if you're free this weekend, bring Sisi over for a meal. I'll cook some of your and Sisi's favorite dishes myself. The two of us, grandma and granddaughter, and Sisi can have a meal together and chat.

"Okay, I'll tell Sisi that if we're free this weekend, we'll go over there," Chen Hao replied, his tone warm.

Lin Sinian had always taken good care of him and doted on Sisi, treating her like his own grandson and granddaughter. He always remembered this affection.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you." Lin Sinian's tone became cheerful.

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to deal with Yu Mobai. Bye."

"Okay, Grandpa, please take care of yourself and don't get angry with him."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao lay on the sofa for a while, closed his eyes, and calmed himself down.

His conversation with Lin Sinian just now filled him with both guilt and determination.

He must become stronger as soon as possible and resolve those troubles so that he can truly protect Sisi and Lin Caiwei and live up to Lin Sinian's care.

After resting for about twenty minutes, he stood up, stretched, and felt much better.

He walked to the living room window, glanced at the sky outside. It was already afternoon, and the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the floor.

He composed himself, turned around and went back to his studio, returning to his easel.

The painting "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" still lay quietly on the painting table. The phoenix's body was already finished, its wings full and its expression majestic, while the tail feathers were still being refined.

Each feather is painted with exquisite detail. Less than a third of the birds have been painted; some have already been outlined, while others are still just simple lines.

He picked up his fine-line pen, dipped it in ink, and continued creating.

This time, he didn't think about those random things anymore; his mind was completely focused on the painting. His brush moved freely, sketching the postures of a hundred birds.

The arrangement of the birds was adjusted to make each bird appear lively and natural, echoing the phoenix without seeming abrupt.

[Ding! Created "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - Bird layout adjusted, drawing skill experience points +400]

[Ding! Created "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - dynamic depiction of flying birds, drawing skill experience points +430]

Time slips away silently from the tip of the pen, the soft rustling of the brush echoing in the studio, quiet and soothing.

Chen Hao was so engrossed in his work that he was oblivious to the passage of time, pausing occasionally before putting pen to paper again.

Sometimes adjusting the ink color, sometimes refining the lines, every movement is skillful and meticulous, every stroke is full of focus.

Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.

Chen Hao glanced at his watch; the hour hand pointed to 4:30 and the minute hand to 12. He realized that it was getting late and he should pick Sisi up from school.

He put down his brush, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" painting on the drawing table, which was already more than half completed, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Although it's not completely finished yet, it already has a basic shape, and I believe it won't be long before it's completely completed.

He tidied up the painting table, washed and cleaned the outlining brushes and calligraphy brushes, placed them on the brush rack, and then arranged the Xuan paper.

I covered the painting studio with a dust cloth, then changed into clean clothes, picked up my keys and phone, and went out to pick up Sisi.

He drove to the entrance of Sisi's kindergarten. By then, the kindergarten had already let out for the day, and there were many parents and children standing at the gate, chattering and making a lively scene.

Chen Hao found a place to park the car, got out and walked to the kindergarten gate, his eyes searching for Sisi's figure in the crowd.

Soon, he saw Sisi.

Sisi was standing quietly with her teacher, waiting for him without crying or running around like the other children.

She just stood obediently beside the teacher, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the door, as if searching for him.

Today she was wearing her kindergarten uniform: a white blouse with a small bow at the collar and a dark blue skirt.

Her hair reached her knees, and she wore two small ponytails tied with pink hair ties, making her look incredibly energetic and adorable.

"Dad!" Sisi's eyes lit up the moment she saw Chen Hao, and a bright smile appeared on her face. She broke free from the teacher's hand.

With her short legs, she ran quickly towards him, clutching a piece of paper tightly in her hand, as if afraid of dropping it on the ground.

Chen Hao quickly crouched down, opened his arms, and caught her steadily, holding her in his arms. He gently stroked her hair and spoke softly:

"Sisi, slow down, don't fall. Did you have fun at kindergarten today?"

"So happy!" Sisi hugged Chen Hao's neck, pressed her face against his, rubbed it against him, and then held up the piece of paper in front of him, her tone tinged with a hint of pride and anticipation.

"Dad, look! Sisi drew this at kindergarten! The teacher praised my drawing!"

Chen Hao took it and saw that it was a crayon drawing. The paper was small and covered with various bright colors. It was clear that Sisi had put a lot of effort into it.

The picture shows blue sky and white clouds. The clouds are drawn crookedly, but they are very cute.

Below was a green lawn, the color painted evenly without exceeding the lines; on the lawn, a little girl wearing a pink dress...

He was holding a colorful string, the other end of which was a large kite. The kite was colorful and shaped like a small bird.

A little girl is standing next to an adult. The drawing is very simple: a large circle represents the head, and a large rectangle represents the body.

The limbs are just a few simple lines, and there are a few black lines drawn on the head as hair, but you can tell at a glance that it is a man.

At the very top of the drawing, a few words were written in crooked handwriting. The strokes were childish, and some strokes were even reversed, but they were still clearly visible:

"Me and my dad".