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

Looking at the painting, Chen Hao felt a tightness in his throat and a slight warmth in his eyes. A feeling of indescribable warmth welled up in his heart, along with a touch of bitterness.

He knew that Sisi was very attached to him and loved him very much. In her heart, her father was the most important person, someone who could play with her and be happy with her.

Although the painting style is naive and lacks any skill, it is Sisi's most sincere expression of her love for her father.

He gently stroked the four characters "Me and Dad" on the painting, then looked at the crookedly written "Dad" in the painting.

Her voice was softer and gentler than usual: "Who did Sisi draw? It's so beautiful."

"Sisi and Daddy!" Sisi pointed at the people in the picture, her tone proud, her eyes sparkling.

"The one in the pink dress is Sisi; the big one is Daddy! Sisi and Daddy are flying a kite! Daddy, look, the kite is flying so high, higher than the clouds in the sky!"

As Chen Hao looked at the crookedly drawn kite and the simple, almost comical, depiction of "Dad," the warmth in his heart grew stronger, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He hugged Sisi tighter, kissed her little face, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Yes, Dad saw it. The kite is flying so high. Sisi drew it so well, even better than Dad."

Sisi smiled smugly, two shallow dimples appearing on her little face, her tone proud:

"The teacher said so too! The teacher said Sisi's drawing was exceptionally good, the colors were applied very evenly, and she had a great imagination. She even put it on the classroom wall for the other children to see! All the children praised my drawing!"

"Our Sisi is really amazing." Chen Hao smiled, his tone full of affection.

"Come on, let's go home and stick Sisi's drawing on the refrigerator so we can see it every day, okay?"

"Okay!" Sisi nodded immediately and clapped her hands happily.

"Put Sisi's drawing on the refrigerator, and also in Daddy's art studio!"

"Okay, I'll do whatever Sisi says."

Chen Hao, carrying Sisi, stood up, greeted the teacher, thanked her for her care, and then carried Sisi towards the parking lot.

I put her in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, then got in the car myself, started the engine, and drove home.

When they got home, Sisi couldn't wait to unbuckle her seatbelt, jump out of the car, run into the house, change her shoes, and then take her paintings into the art studio, wanting to show her father her paintings and also wanting to put her paintings in the studio.

Chen Hao followed her into the house, changed his shoes, walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and carefully pasted the crayon drawing of "Me and My Dad" in the center of the refrigerator.

He took two steps back, crossed his arms, and looked at the painting on the refrigerator.

The refrigerator door was originally empty and undecorated, looking rather monotonous. Now, with this painting—simple in style and vibrant in color—it's much more interesting.

It clashes with the clean lines of the kitchen, even looking somewhat out of place, but Chen Hao feels that this is the most fitting decoration for the refrigerator, the warmest and most precious decoration.

This painting carries Sisi's feelings and the warmth between father and daughter, which cannot be replaced by any expensive decoration.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

Sisi ran out of the art studio, holding the portrait Chen Hao had painted for her earlier.

The painting was specially painted for her by Chen Hao. In the painting, Sisi is smiling happily, with her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she looks very lifelike.

She carried the portrait to the refrigerator, held it up to the glass, and considered putting it next to "Me and My Dad."

But she was too short to reach him, so she could only tilt her head back and look at Chen Hao with a pleading look in her eyes.

Chen Hao walked over with a smile, picked her up, and let her paste the portrait next to "Me and My Dad" herself.

Sisi carefully picked up the painting, adjusted its position, and secured it with tape.

Then, tilting her head, she looked around, glanced at herself from left to right, nodded in satisfaction, and a happy smile appeared on her little face.

"Beautiful! It looks beautiful like this! Dad's painting and Sisi's painting together look so good!"

Chen Hao held Sisi in his arms and looked at the two paintings pasted side by side on the refrigerator. One of them was painted by him, and it was exquisite and delicate.

One of them was drawn by Sisi. It's adorable and naive, and her heart is full of warmth and happiness.

He felt that this was the life he wanted: quiet, peaceful, with Sisi by his side and his beloved painting career—that was enough.

"Sisi," he said gently, looking down at Sisi in his arms.

"Daddy is painting a new picture. It's a phoenix and lots and lots of little birds. It's called 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.' Do you want to come and see? You can paint with Daddy, okay?"

"Yes!" Sisi immediately perked up, her eyes sparkling, and nodded vigorously.

"Sisi wants to watch Daddy paint! Sisi wants to paint with Daddy too, to paint a phoenix, to paint birds, and to paint Daddy and Sisi together!"

"Okay, let's paint together." Chen Hao smiled, picked up Sisi, and walked into the studio.

He placed Sisi on her little stool, which he had bought especially for her. The stool was the perfect height so that she could see the painting on the drawing table.

Then, he spread out a small sheet of Xuan paper and placed it in front of Sisi. He also took a small calligraphy brush, dipped it in her favorite colored paint, and placed it in her hand.

Chen Hao sat down at his easel, picked up his outlining brush again, and continued to depict "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

Sisi sat on a small stool, holding a tiny calligraphy brush, scribbling randomly on the rice paper, drawing the phoenix and little birds in her heart.

She was drawing her and her father. Although the drawing was messy, she looked at it very carefully and would occasionally furrow her little brows, as if she was thinking about how to draw it.

The studio returned to its previous quiet, with only the soft scratching of the brush against the rice paper and Sisi's occasional quiet murmurs about what she was painting.

Chen Hao paints his phoenix with delicate brushstrokes and a focused expression, each stroke filled with tenderness; Sisi paints her little figure with childlike brushstrokes and a serious expression, each stroke filled with childlike innocence.

Occasionally, Sisi would peek over to look at the phoenix her father had drawn, exclaim "Wow!" in amazement, and whisper:

"Dad's phoenix is ​​so beautiful and majestic!" Then she shrank back to continue drawing her own picture, muttering to herself.

"Sisi also wants to draw such a majestic phoenix to show her dad."

When Chen Hao heard her words, a gentle smile would unconsciously appear on his lips. Occasionally, he would turn his head to look at her serious little face, his eyes full of doting affection.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting a warm yellow halo over the entire studio.

Chen Hao got up and turned on the studio light. The warm yellow light illuminated the painting table and the earnest faces of the father and daughter.

The lights are soft, and life is peaceful.

Free from external disturbances and the constraints of identity, there was only the father and daughter, tending to their art studio.

One painting depicts a phoenix, the other a childlike innocence; the air is filled with warmth and happiness, quiet and beautiful.