Rebirth: Growing Up Together

Her charming peach blossom eyes were full of urgency, and her pretty little upturned nose twitched slightly twice.

Although she didn't want to talk, she didn't want Xu Cheng to misunderstand her like this.

Xu Cheng smiled at her, his face full of sunshine, "I know, I was teasing you on purpose. Yan Wenwen has already told me the matter."

Wenwen!

The girl pouted.

Xu Cheng helped her wipe the tears hanging on her round chin and spoke softly to Yu Yu.

"She didn't let me tell you that she was the one who revealed this, but after thinking about it, I decided to tell you. Just don't tell her that I sold her out."

The girl listened quietly. It seemed that because Xu Cheng touched her chin, her head, which had been lowered for a long time, also raised slightly, revealing her snow-white and slender neck.

She also noticed Xu Cheng's particularly serious and focused eyes.

"She and I didn't want to have any secrets before, but this can be a little secret between the two of us. We know each other so well, so we should have some little secrets to keep together, right?"

A little secret to keep together?

And him... ?

Somehow, hearing Xu Cheng say this, Yu Yu suddenly had a very special feeling.

I couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Xu Cheng then stood up with satisfaction and extended his hand to the girl, "Then let's go find that old lady Feng."

Yu Yu didn't let him pull her up, but stood up slowly on her own, her eyes full of hesitation.

"But……"

"No buts, leave the rest to me."

"Then, then you are not allowed to fight..." The girl grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

Xu Cheng has been protecting her since she was a child, so of course she knew about this.

Xu Cheng just chuckled and looked at her, "I don't even know how to argue, so how can I fight?"

"You, you promise." The girl's eyes were still persistent.

"Then let's hook up?"

"Hook?"

Xu Cheng tried to hook the girl's fingers, but Yu Yu thought of something and immediately let go of her hands, then lowered her head and said with a red face.

"No, no need."

Under her guidance, the two of them went around to the gate of a small independent courtyard in the nursing home.

The young man immediately saw the old lady in the yard. She had gray hair, a hunched body, and wore a pair of reading glasses.

When she saw the two of them, the old lady picked up the broom in anger, like an extremely aggressive fighting cock.

"What did you come back for? Are you looking for someone to help you vent your anger? Don't think I can't find out your school and name. I will definitely ask your principal to expel you..."

"This is grandma." Xu Cheng spoke politely.

"What grandma? Who is your grandma? What's your purpose? Why are you trying to establish a relationship with me?"

The corners of Xu Cheng's mouth twitched. He also felt the power of this strange old lady. She was indeed very alert and difficult to talk to.

No wonder he could scold Yu Yu and make her cry, and even drive away the fearless Yan Wenwen.

"Xu Cheng, why don't we go?" Yu Yu lowered her head and pulled the corner of Xu Cheng's clothes. She was still worried that Xu Cheng would not be able to help but fight with the old lady, which would cause a bigger trouble.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I will definitely give you a result today."

Xu Cheng turned around to calm the girl down, then gritted his teeth and continued to speak to the old lady.

"Grandma, you misunderstood. I heard that Painter Feng lives here, so I came to visit you."

As soon as these words came out, a look of surprise flashed across the old lady's face.

"You...you know me?"

"I know him. My dad often takes me to art exhibitions, and I've always heard him mention the name of painter Feng Xinqing. Later, I learned that you were living in seclusion here, so I quickly signed up for this school event and came to see you."

In fact, Xu Cheng, who knew nothing about painting, had no idea about Feng Xinqing.

This was also thanks to the fact that just now, when a man was walking around the nursing home and looking through the nursing home's information, he heard the person in charge of the nursing home whisper to him that Feng Daqian's legitimate daughter Feng Xinqing lived here.

After hearing Yan Wenwen say that the old lady's surname was Feng, the young man had some guesses. In addition, the special size of the courtyard was enough to show that this old lady was not ordinary.

After a try, I found out that my question was correct.

"It's actually sweeter than those two mouths."

Old Mrs. Feng put down the broom she had been holding in her hand and became a little more lenient in her words.

"Since you know me, I won't bother with them about what happened before, lest it gets out and people say I bullied a child."

"Grandma Feng, what happened before was also a misunderstanding."

Xu Cheng walked into the yard unknowingly, and Yu Yu had no choice but to follow him in nervously.

"My classmate has always been quite introverted, not very talkative, and not good at communicating with others. He usually likes to bury himself in painting. I didn't explain clearly to you that I was doing your laundry."

These words also aroused some interest of Old Lady Feng. The introverted and speechless old lady had the illusion for a moment that "this world is different from me". The look in her eyes when she looked at Yu Yu was no longer as sharp as before.

"Like painting?"

"In fact, she has been drawing comics for many years. I remember that she started serializing in magazines when she was in the second grade of junior high school."

"Is it?"

Old Mrs. Feng looked Yu Yu up and down again.

You have to know that there is a big difference between a hobby and a profession. If it is a hobby, Mrs. Feng would at most think that she is interested. If it is a profession, it means that the technology has been recognized by many people in the industry.

And to be recognized at this age, she can definitely be called a genius.

Yu Yu was frightened by the way he and she were looking at her. Perhaps because of the trauma she had experienced before, she moved her feet slowly and unnaturally, and shrank a little closer to Xu Cheng.

"I happen to have one of her works here. If it's convenient, I'd like to show it to you for your inspection."

Mrs. Feng's curiosity had been aroused. After hearing what Xu Cheng said, she adjusted her reading glasses.

"Bring it to me and see."

"Please wait a moment."

The young man then took out a bunch of scraps of paper from his trouser pocket, placed them on the stone table in the courtyard, and pieced them together piece by piece.

When Old Mrs. Feng saw this, she immediately thought of something and her expression changed slightly.

After hesitating for a while, she didn't say anything, turned around, took out two bananas from the house and stuffed them into Yu Yu's hands.

"Take it, take it and eat it..."

"Whoa whoa?"

The old lady pushed her again, feeling embarrassed, "Eat, eat. If it's not enough, I'll give you more."

The girl took it blankly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Xu Cheng, who was concentrating on piecing together the painting on the table, caught a glimpse of Old Lady Feng's actions out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

A person’s character can be complex at the same time.

Although people like Old Mrs. Feng are not easy to talk to, they don't have any bad intentions.

From this action, it can be seen that she already feels guilty about her previous impulsiveness.

Since the situation has improved.

Xu Cheng rearranged the position of the painting fragments on the stone table.

Next.

There are other things to do...

Chapter 320 I Want to Sing Me to You

"This painting..."

As Xu Cheng continued to piece the pieces together, Old Lady Feng couldn't help but adjust her glasses.

Piecing together bits and pieces, it was a sketch, and gradually it became clear that it was a drawing of a cat.

Old Mrs. Feng couldn't help but take a few steps closer to the stone table, and Xu Cheng made way for her, his tone still very humble.

"We are young people who are showing off our ugliness in front of you, old man. We are sorry to make you laugh. If there is anything wrong with my painting, please correct it."

"..."

Old Mrs. Feng didn't say anything, but just stared at the drawing paper with her eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The pair of wrinkled hands kept fiddling with the crumbs. After a long time, he raised his head and looked in the direction where Yu Yu was standing.

"Is this really drawn by you?"

The girl stood in the middle of the yard, still holding the banana that Old Lady Feng had just forced upon her, looking at a loss.

Hearing the old lady's question, she didn't know how to answer, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes instinctively looked towards Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng naturally took a banana from the girl, peeled it, took a bite of it and put it in his mouth, then said incoherently.

"Grandma Feng, my friend is quite introverted and doesn't like to talk. Is it because she can't draw well?"

"..."

Feng Xinqing didn't know how to answer him.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Although there are only bits of paper in front of him, Feng Xinqing is still able to capture the light, shadow, air and atmosphere in the painting. It can be seen that the painter of this painting is already able to express this feeling skillfully, and the grasp of the main and secondary tension of the picture is also very good.

What surprised Feng Xinqing even more was.

Influenced by Xu Beihong, the domestic painting world has always been dominated by academic realism.

This girl's style is impressionistic sketching that abandons structure and volume.

"Who did you learn painting from?" Feng Xinqing looked at Yu Yu anxiously and said.

"..."

The girl remained silent. She didn't dare to talk to the old lady who had been so fierce to her before. She instinctively looked in the direction of Xu Cheng.

The boy dropped the banana peel in his hand and helped her out.

"How could she learn anything? She just likes to draw... Oh, she hasn't learned any authentic art school, and... she has been drawing comics since she was a child..."

Self...self-taught?

Feng Xinqing stood there in a daze, his reading glasses drooping a little.

"Grandma Feng?"

Xu Cheng asked again, and the old man finally reacted. He waved his hand and spoke something awkwardly.

"Oh, I don't have any prejudice against comics. Art forms are not limited to one type."

After saying that, he looked towards Xu Cheng curiously, examining the young man from head to toe.

"Who...are you to this girl?"

She had seen from just now that this taciturn girl was extremely dependent on this boy, as if she couldn't communicate normally with the outside world without him. She even had no objection to the responses he made on her behalf.

When Yu Yu heard Feng Xinqing's question, his heart suddenly tightened.

She clenched her two little hands so tightly that her nails dug into her palms a little. She looked quietly in the direction of Xu Cheng, vaguely expecting his answer in her heart.

Xu Cheng was standing under the tree, with scattered sunlight falling on his face. The boy smiled and scratched his head, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"We are just... good friends..."

Then he added, "We are good friends who grew up together."

Yu Yu slowly loosened his clenched hands and looked at Xu Cheng with indescribable colors in his eyes.