Partie 4

Su Xiaocheng : `` ... ... ''

Su Xiaocheng rarely finds the time to calm her mind, holding a pen to sketch and draw. Although the things she creates are oddly shaped, at least she feels a certain interest in them.

Cheng An'an had someone bring her a set of chopsticks and a bowl, and conveniently, the lion's head meatballs she loved were also placed in front of her. Aside from the Crown Prince's calm and expressionless demeanor, the meal was enjoyed with great warmth and joy.

As an extremely lazy person, Song Xingchen, however, showed great patience towards Miss Su, spending an entire morning not doing anything else but showing her picture albums and telling stories.

Su Xiaocheng raised her eyes to look at her, her smile making her eyes curve like crescent moons

Qin Zhaoyang was still holding a small box of wedding candies. Seeing her cry so miserably, he handed her the candies, saying, "Once you finish these, I estimate that only your head will fit under the bed, and you won't have to worry about getting stuck anymore"

Su Xiaocheng raised her hand, just about to greet, but Qin Zhaoyang seemed to not see her at all, casually shifting his gaze and walking straight into the house

When Han's mother brought the clothes in from the balcony, Qin Zhaoyang was standing still with his arms crossed, staring intently at his daughter's rounded bottom

So Qin Zhaoyang reluctantly tapped his precious head and asked, "Did you go to learn painting this week?"

What does "Xiaocheng" mean? Are you willing to go learn painting with your Aunt Xingchen?

Su Xiaocheng, feeling utterly wronged, was trapped beneath the dark bed board and, upon hearing the words, suddenly realized that the situation was hopeless, bursting into loud tears.

He kissed the little girl's face, held her steady while opening the door, and said, "Of course it looks good"

According to Aunt Cheng, after returning from her home, Qin Zhaoyang did not touch his dinner at all

Su Xiaocheng thought for a moment and nodded seriously, then looked at Qin Zhaoyang, who was letting the wind in, and said in a forgiving tone: "I will not stoop to the level of Qin Zhaoyang."

When Su Xiaocheng realized it, she felt a slight pang of guilt. That night, she secretly took some steamed buns from the refrigerator to give to him at the window. Just after she knocked for a short while, the lights that had been on suddenly went out completely

She looked at each option and felt like trying them out, but she did not know which one was suitable for her, and she could not make up her mind.

Cheng An'an added a piece of lean meat to her bowl and kindly asked her, "Would you like to be my daughter in the future?"

Su Xiaocheng was shocked by the expression in his eyes, feeling that the lion's head in his mouth was tasteless

Su Qiancheng pondered for a moment, then glanced at Su Xiaocheng in his arms. He gently scratched her little chin with his fingers, just like... petting a puppy

By the time Su Xiaocheng remembered to ask, summer vacation had already begun

Then I look the most beautiful like whoever!" After saying this, she felt a bit shy, wrapping her arms around her father's neck and smiling, only pouting her round and plump little bottom.

Su Xiaocheng recalled that she had not attended to important matters, swallowed the piece of lion's head in her mouth, and asked him: "Qin Zhaoyang, are you skipping a grade next semester?"

Su Xiaocheng thought for a moment about how every time she attended art class, her hands would become a colorful sight, and she shook her head, saying, "I can only draw little dogs"

The little girl's features all resemble his, except for her pair of round, large eyes, reminiscent of Han Xiaoli. When she blinks, her eyes sparkle as if they contain a flowing spring, exuding a sense of vitality. This accentuates her black pupils, which are as dark as clear black agate

Su Xiaocheng stood by the window, gnawing on something herself. She bit down too hard and knocked out her front tooth, which was already loose due to the impending change of teeth

When she lowered her hand to reveal the utterly disfigured face that had become a ghastly mixture, the corners of Qin Zhaoyang's lips twitched violently

Cheng An'an continued to serve Su Xiaocheng the bamboo shoots, "Zhaoyang has a bad temper, do not take offense to him."

Hearing the footsteps drawing closer, she quickly glanced at her oddly shaped reflection in the mirror and finally, with a determined bite of her teeth, dove under the bed. ... However, after a summer spent like a pig, Su Xiaocheng, as expected, had been fattened up by her father, and her round bottom was stuck under the bed frame, unable to move forward or backward

Engrossed in play, I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening downstairs, until footsteps echoed from the staircase, accompanied by Han Mama's voice saying, "Chenchen, your brother Zhaoyang has come to see you, which room are you in?" Startled, I bent down and hid under the cabinet, resulting in a bruised nose and face.

Su Xiaocheng's small sense of pride was at play, and she vaguely said, "I am picking up something..."

Su Xiaocheng immediately raised her bright eyes to look at her mother, "Yes, but I am not very interested."

Su Xiaocheng nodded, sitting on her father's lap while looking at the form, not feeling that anything was amiss at all

At the beginning of the fourth grade, the school notified that Saturday mornings would be used for interest classes

At noon, Captain Su was at home, personally making pumpkin cakes that Su Xiaocheng liked to eat. She sat at the dining table holding the warm pumpkin cakes, thinking that if she really learned to paint from Aunt Xingchen, she would be able to justifiably have Uncle Su make delicious food for her in the future

"What do you think, is it good-looking?" She squinted her eyes with delight. Although the drawing was not particularly well done, it still had some spirit; at least you could tell at first glance that it was a dog.

Su Xiaocheng expressed that she is very innocent

Upon seeing her arrive, Qin Zhaoyang spoke in a tone filled with deep sympathy and regret: "Auntie, Su Xiaocheng must have gotten stuck..."

Qin Zhaoyang has already come up and, seeing her squeezed under the bed board, curiously leaned closer to take a look, "What are you doing?"

As for that dog ... well, it is indeed unreasonable to expect too much from Su Xiaocheng

Qin Zhaoyang had just finished his meal and was about to add some soup when he glanced at his mother, who looked like a fox, and firmly refused, "Too foolish, no."

Did she just say something wrong

Song Xingchen only began teaching her to draw in the afternoon, focusing on simple sketches and basic introductory techniques

Su Xiaocheng scratched his head and chuckled, "I want to be an art student"

Qin Zhaoyang, as always, went to the courtyard to accompany his great-grandfather. She found it quite boring to be home alone, so she could only watch mindless Korean dramas with Han Xiaoli. Su Xiaocheng's capacity for memory is limited; she usually forgets what she has seen.

The school has organized interest classes on Saturday, but I do not have any particular interests and do not wish to attend

I want to attend the same junior high school, the same high school, and the same university as you, but this little secret, she will not tell anyone!

Han Xiaoli thought about how Su Xiaocheng was now revolving around Qin Zhaoyang every day. She gently tapped her fingers on her chin twice and said to Su Qiancheng in a deliberative tone: "Xingchen's painting skills are quite good. Aren't there art students for the exams now? With Xiaocheng's grades, it won't be easy to get into a good school. Why not learn a bit of this? It could also help her calm her mind."

After Qin Zhaoyang observed Han Mama's futile efforts to rescue, he approached and circled around Su Xiaocheng's rounded figure twice before squatting down. After pushing and pulling her hips, he finally managed to drag her out from beneath the bed board

On Monday, while going to school, Su Xiaocheng rummaged through her backpack and pulled out the portrait of the golden retriever from Song Xingchen's house that she had painted over the weekend

Qin Zhaoyang glanced over; the paper for the drawing and the book appeared dirty. If he was not mistaken, the dark outline on it should be the footprint of Su Xiaocheng.

As Qin Zhaoyang just returned home, he saw Su Xiaocheng standing by the car door, her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, having just gotten out of Cheng An'an's nanny car.

Cheng An'an gently picked up the bowl of bamboo shoots beside her and placed it into her own bowl, looking at her with great affection several times, "Xiaocheng..."

Qin Zhaoyang took a sip of the soup beside him, completely shielding his gaze from her.

Su Xiaocheng peeked through her fingers and cried even more pitifully, sobbing while thinking about that box of wedding candies, reaching out with one hand to grab it

Su Xiaocheng's raised paw suddenly froze in place; even a neighborly greeting requires a certain speed...

The prince glanced at her, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words in response to Cheng An'an's piercing gaze, "You guess"

Cheng An'an smiled faintly, her smile carrying a profound meaning, "That is quite different, Zhao Yang, what do you think?"

Su Xiaocheng was momentarily taken aback, looking at him with tears welling in her eyes, how could he say it so directly

Cheng An'an smiled radiantly, causing Qin Zhaoyang's face to darken significantly.

Doesn't Aunt have a daughter? While she was enjoying her meal, she stared at the bowl of lion's head in front of her, exclaiming, "Wow! How can it be this delicious?

After a few days of indulging in a drunken stupor at home, Han's mother finally pulled herself together and went out to work. Su Xiaocheng, upon waking up these past few days, would see her mother applying cosmetics, which piqued her curiosity immensely. Today, taking advantage of Han's mother being out, she applied the cosmetics one by one all over her face.

Su Qiancheng subtly set a trap, "Is your brother Zhaoyang going? He probably said he wouldn't go either"

Han Xiaoli had just finished tidying up the kitchen and walked out, glancing over with a thoughtful expression, "An interest class..."

Su Xiaocheng was already crying uncontrollably, and the first thing she did upon seeing the light again was to cover her face and continue to wail. That cry... was astonishingly beautiful, unparalleled in history, and unique in its own right.

Qin Zhaoyang paused for a moment and asked, "When did you become interested in this?"

However, Su Xiaocheng's opinion was still ignored by Han's mother. Early on Saturday morning, Su Xiaocheng was sent by Han Xiaoli to Song Xingchen to learn painting

"Yes, indeed," she nodded, carefully putting it away. "Aunt Xingchen said that I will definitely be able to draw very well in the future"

However, it seems that Qin Zhaoyang has given up on the idea of skipping grades, although Su Xiaocheng does not know the reason behind it... In any case, it cannot be due to a lack of ability

The next day, she went next door with her wind-blown teeth to scrounge a meal.

He placed the bowl on the table, cast a meaningful glance at Su Xiaocheng, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and then left

She shook her head and said, "I will learn to paint with Aunt Xingchen in the future. I think Aunt Xingchen looks beautiful when she paints"

Su Qiancheng patted her on the backside and pulled her back into his embrace, "So, who do you think is more beautiful, Aunt Xingchen or Mom?"

Su Qiancheng was sitting on the sofa reading a script after having dinner when Su Xiaocheng approached him and nudged him with the registration form, saying, "Dad"

Su Xiaocheng rolled her eyes playfully, smiling like a fox, "So, Dad, do you think I look good?"

Qin Zhaoyang's reaction was quite indifferent, "I will not participate." After a pause, he added, "You should also refrain from causing trouble for the teacher."

It was Su's father who took her home, gently carrying Su Xiaocheng on his shoulder as they slowly walked in the direction of their home. Just as they were nearing the door, he asked her, "Xiaocheng, do you find painting difficult?"

"Hmm." Su Qiancheng put down the script in his hand and looked over, "Is there something else you need my help with?"