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

"Not a real scene?" Lin Caiwei was a little surprised.

"Mm." Chen Hao nodded slightly, his tone indifferent.

"Painting doesn't necessarily mean copying real scenery. You can also paint the landscapes you imagine in your mind. Whatever is in your heart, that's what you paint."

Lin Caiwei nodded as if she understood, and didn't ask any more questions. She continued to sit quietly beside him and watch him paint. Life was peaceful and serene.

Just then, the doorbell rang, its clear sound breaking the silence inside.

Chen Hao immediately put down his paintbrush, got up, and went to the door to open it.

When I opened the door, Lin Sinian was standing outside, wearing a simple light gray jacket and carrying a paper bag. He had a gentle expression.

"Grandpa?" Chen Hao was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"Why did you come over? You didn't even call ahead so I could have prepared."

"Nothing much, I just suddenly missed Sisi and came to see the little one."

As Lin Ssu-nien spoke, he stepped into the house, bent down to change his shoes, and looked up to see Lin Tsai-wei coming out of the studio. He smiled and spoke.

"Weiwei's here too, perfect timing. I bought some fresh fruit on the way, you can eat it later."

Lin Caiwei quickly stepped forward and took the bag from his hand. It felt heavy in her hand. When she opened it, she found it was full of cherries and strawberries, each one fresh, plump, and brightly colored.

"Grandpa, please sit down. I'll go wash the fruit."

She quickly carried the fruit into the kitchen, her movements swift and efficient.

Lin Sinian sat down on the sofa in the living room, and Chen Hao poured him a cup of warm tea and handed it to him.

"Sisi hasn't gotten out of school yet?" Lin Sinian asked casually, holding his teacup.

"Almost there, school ends at 4:40 sharp, it'll be over soon," Chen Hao replied.

Lin Sinian nodded, turned his gaze towards the art studio, and said:

"Chen Hao, have you painted anything new lately? I'd like to go in and take a look."

"There are a few newly painted miniatures that haven't been put away yet," Chen Hao said, leading Lin Sinian into the studio.

Several unfinished paintings, all simple landscape, flower and bird sketches, were neatly laid out on the painting table.

Lin Ssu-nien bent down and examined each painting carefully, lingering over them for a long time, pondering the charm of the brushstrokes.

After reading it all, he straightened up, let out a long sigh of relief, and his eyes were full of approval.

"Chen Hao, your painting skills have improved a lot again. You've progressed so quickly." Lin Sinian said seriously, without the slightest bit of politeness.

Chen Hao smiled faintly: "Grandpa, you flatter me. I was just practicing casually, and I haven't made much progress."

"I'm not flattering you, nor am I just saying this offhand." Lin Sinian gently shook his head, his eyes resolute.

"You might not realize it when you're in it, but I see it clearly."

These small pieces of yours may look simple, but in fact, the brushwork is freer and more relaxed than your previous hit "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix." You have completely let go of your own rules and are not bound by any constraints.

This is real progress, and a qualitative leap.

He raised his hand and gently patted Chen Hao's shoulder, his tone full of expectation:

"Keep painting and keep at it. If you work steadily and surely, your work will definitely be worthy of being exhibited in art museums in the future. Your future is limitless."

Lin Caiwei happened to walk in carrying the washed fruit and overheard her grandfather's words. A surge of pride welled up in her heart, and she was genuinely happy for Chen Hao.

When Lin Sinian saw her, he immediately smiled and waved to her:

"Weiwei, come and sit down."

Lin Caiwei carried the fruit platter over and sat obediently next to her grandfather.

Lin Sinian turned to look at her, then at Chen Hao who was tidying up his art supplies, deliberately lowering his voice, his tone firm and serious:

"Weiwei, I've completely decided that Chen Hao is the one for me, he's the one for me in this life."

The sudden remark made Lin Caiwei's cheeks turn bright red instantly, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and her heart began to race.

"Grandpa, please, please don't talk nonsense..." She lowered her head in embarrassment, feeling somewhat helpless.

"How could I be talking nonsense? I'm telling the truth." Lin Sinian said confidently, his tone exceptionally clear.

"He is a reliable and honest person with real skills and a righteous character. He is gentle and considerate towards you, and he is especially loving towards Sisi. He is wholeheartedly devoted to you and your daughter."

Such a great young man, where can you find one these days? If you don't hurry, I might really have to introduce him to other girls, and you'll regret it then.

"grandfather!"

Lin Caiwei's cheeks flushed red, feeling both shy and embarrassed. She subconsciously glanced at Chen Hao.

Fortunately, Chen Hao was focused on tidying up the brushes and paintings on the easel and did not hear the whispers. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Lin Sinian couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw her shy expression. He picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and the sweet taste spread in his mouth.

The blush on Lin Caiwei's face slowly faded after a while, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

After finishing the fruit, Lin Sinian's smile faded, and he looked at Chen Hao, his tone becoming more serious:

"Chen Hao, what's your thought about that matter that Lao Yu asked you about?

Hearing the sound, Chen Hao walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Sinian, his expression calm:

"Grandpa, I still think the same way. The timing isn't right now, so let's not consider it for now and talk about it later."

Lin Sinian made no attempt to persuade him, but simply nodded slightly.

"Okay, as long as you know what you're doing and are mindful of the limits."

He sighed softly and continued:

"Old Yu is not a bad person, he's just too obsessed with calligraphy and painting his whole life."

Ever since I found out 'Haolin' was you, I've been obsessed, thinking about you every single day, determined to find you in person.

"I can understand his obsession," Chen Hao said calmly.

"I'm living a very stable life right now and don't want to disrupt the status quo, so it's really inconvenient for me to show my face for the time being."

"No need to explain to me." Lin Sinian waved his hand, his expression remarkably insightful.

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll continue to protect you from outside troubles and won't let anyone disturb your peaceful life with Weiwei and Sisi."

It's almost four o'clock, and it will be time for Sisi to get out of school soon.

"I'll go pick Sisi up from school," Lin Caiwei immediately stood up and offered.

"You stay home and sit with Grandpa for a while and chat with him. I'll go by myself."

"Are you sure you can go alone?" Chen Hao asked, looking at her with some concern.

"Don't worry, the kindergarten is so close, it only takes me a few minutes to walk there," Lin Caiwei said as she quickly put on her hat and mask, reassuring her earnestly.

"I will definitely cover myself up and keep a low profile so that no one will recognize me."