Chapter 3, Uncontrollable

"No. " Her tone was calm, still carrying a sense of leisurely composure, yet it was resolute and left one feeling powerless. "You are too agitated right now, go back to your room and sleep. You have class tomorrow."

Moreover, the location is relatively close to where Fu Qingliu works. For instance, regarding today's matter, if Teacher Liu had informed her two hours in advance, she could have immediately sent someone to retrieve the prepared materials that had been investigated beforehand and driven over, which would have been very convenient

The two individuals lay on the bed, seemingly at a loss as they had never been close before. A significant gap separated them, and they lay cautiously and stiffly on either side of the bed. Fu Jinyu hoped that Fu Qingliu would embrace him, allowing him to experience the warmth of a mother's embrace that he had only read about in textbooks, even the kiss of a mother. However, Fu Qingliu never easily took the initiative to fulfill his desires; she even slept with her back turned to him.

Then why did you give them money

Fu Qingliu drove back to the city. The reason for the behavior of those teachers and principals was also why Fu Jinyu did not transfer schools. Although there were some rumors in that small town, it was much better than the malicious places they had been in before. She knew she could never completely rid herself of those rumors, as there would always be people unwilling to let go.

This has attracted many enthusiasts to come and admire, as well as some renowned connoisseurs, receiving considerable praise from many. Of course, it has also drawn criticism and disparagement from some, who believe she does not qualify to be called a profoundly meaningful "artist" and is not at all on par with genius artists like Fu Yixun. At best, she is merely a modern painter.

The owner of the gallery, also recognized as the "Great Artist" second only to the endorsement of the British Queen, Fu Yixun, is referred to as the "Outstanding Contemporary Art Pioneer" known as "Shuiqingliu." Her paintings are described as "masterpieces of magical realism." Viewers who lack a calm disposition may easily fall into despair when confronted with her works, often leading to instances where one can see individuals in the gallery weeping or inexplicably crying in front of a particular painting. In contrast, those with a steady temperament become captivated by these works that radiate a glimmer of hope amidst despair.

At the entrance, Fu Qingliu bid farewell to Zhang Dongmei, took a bag of tomatoes that Zhang Dongmei had picked for her, and got into the car, starting the engine

Bang! The door slammed heavily against the wall, and the sound of the child's footsteps gradually faded away, leaving the room suddenly quiet

No. Fu Qingliu did not think twice.

The "Ten-Mile Gallery" is very famous in the country and has even gained some recognition internationally

You are mistaken. Violence is not the best way to solve problems; rather, it is the most foolish. Do you know what I did before I confronted them? I had already obtained evidence of their factory cutting corners and using inferior materials instead of the materials required by the clients before I arrived at your school, enough to bankrupt them. I also understood their personality traits, ensuring that after dealing with them, I could escape unscathed. It is crucial to think about your escape route before taking action; only a fool would act out of momentary bravado. She suddenly felt that she should teach Fu Jinyu a lesson regarding that incident at school.

The man sat on a bench in the gallery, the lotus flowers in the pond blooming brilliantly, sunlight refracting from the water droplets hanging on the lotus leaves and petals, sparkling brightly. He held a handful of fish food in his hand, a smile on his face, watching the colorful fish eagerly rush towards the food he had thrown in, so captivating that the guests who came to view the paintings forgot about the art and stared at him in a daze

"Because you indeed sent someone to the hospital." One thing is one thing; Fu Jinyu hitting someone is one matter, and Fu Jinyu being hit is another matter

The reason for the sudden stroke of luck is something that Fu Qingliu is aware of

When I was younger, you never put me to sleep either! Fu Jinyu regarded his own patience in front of Fu Qingliu with a sense of superiority, for after uttering this sentence, he was already unable to control the tears welling up in his eyes, which glistened with a layer of moisture. Why? Why can other children be held and comforted by their mothers, while he has nothing? He no longer cared about not having a father, so why was she still so stingy with him? Why can other children be held and comforted by their mothers, while he has nothing? He no longer cared about not having a father, so why was she still so stingy with him?

The bedside lamp was lit, casting a soft, warm glow. Fu Jinyu lay awake, gazing at Fu Qingliu's back, which appeared neither broad nor robust, but rather exceptionally slender. As a result, Fu Jinyu had never expected Fu Qingliu to carry him like other mothers, as he always felt she simply could not do so.

Fu Qingliu had just finished bathing and was preparing to sleep when the door was pushed open. Fu Jinyu stood at the doorway, holding a pillow in his arms

She watched the small building gradually left behind in the rearview mirror, seeing Fu Jinyu run out of the building. Zhang Dongmei did not catch him, and the child chased after him barefoot. Fu Qingliu's eyes momentarily reddened as she pressed the accelerator, turned a corner, and left the child and this small town far behind.

Fu Jinyu suddenly got out of bed, her fists clenched tightly in anger, looking at Fu Qingliu with a mix of grievance and fury. After a while, she managed to hold back her tears and said: "I don't want to continue studying at that school, I want to go to the city with you!"

At that moment, upon hearing Fu Qingliu say it was unnecessary, Fu Jinyu's first impression was that Fu Qingliu did not care at all about why he had fought, or what those people had done to make him feel wronged and angry

Zhang Dongmei looked at Fu Qingliu and let out a heavy sigh, unsure of what to say

"What do you think of my approach?" Fu Qingliu suddenly turned around and asked him

In an instant, Fu Qingliu felt as if her heart was being squeezed, yet her expression remained impassive. She exchanged a complex glance with the stubborn child, who was full of grievances, for a brief moment, and reluctantly compromised, "No bedwetting"

"I want to sleep with you." He stood still, but his eyes were fixed intently on Fu Qingliu, filled with the unique stubbornness and willfulness of a child

Fu Jinyu could not hold back her tears, which fell down in a flurry. She shouted in anger: "I know! You think I am a burden! You think I should never have been born! You think I am a hindrance to you! That is why you threw me away, to find another man to marry, to have another child, one that would truly be yours. I am just the unwanted offspring! Why did you even give birth to me in the first place? It would have been better if you had aborted me back then!"

Fu Qingliu sat on the bed, staring blankly at the empty doorway. After a while, she slowly extended her hand to cover her face

Fu Qingliu paused for a moment, her brows slightly furrowing, "You are already 10 years old; you should be able to sleep on your own."

They all failed to notice the boy behind the door, nor did they see his tightly clenched hands and his cold, shadowy eyes

However, over the years, Shui Qingliu has never appeared in public, and those who have seen her are exceedingly few. Thus, the mystery surrounding Shui Qingliu is quite renowned, even surpassing that of Fu Yixun—at least everyone knows that the great artist Fu is named Fu Yixun.

The next day, Fu Jinyu woke up with swollen eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while. Suddenly, as if jolted by electricity, she sprang up from the bed, not even taking the time to put on her slippers, and ran out.

Fu Jinyu understood that Fu Qingliu was teaching him, which made him very happy, and he quickly realized that he should focus on this topic to encourage Fu Qingliu to speak more with him

Fu Qingliu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her body stiffened for a moment, "Hmm?"

I would never wet the bed! Fu Jinyu suppressed his overwhelming joy, holding a pillow as he walked in and gently closed the door

There is no need to ask. Fu Jinyu has already learned the reason for the dispute from Teacher Liu. It is merely those uncultured parents who have whispered to their children about what they have heard regarding Fu Qingliu, advising them to stay away from Fu Jinyu. This has led to those ignorant children learning a few phrases in front of Fu Jinyu, which is why she made such a request to the principal. However, a child who is irrationally angry clearly cannot comprehend the meaning behind all her actions. This has resulted in those ignorant children learning a few phrases in front of Fu Jinyu, which is why she made such a request to the principal. However, a child who is irrationally angry clearly cannot comprehend the meaning behind all her actions.

Why? There are elementary schools in the city! Aren't you very wealthy? Let me transfer there! I want to be with you!

When the Ten-Mile Gallery first opened, it was already quite good if one or two people came in a day. It was not an easy task for an artist to make a name for themselves, especially since Fu Qingliu had not participated in any competitions, and no one knew that there was an artist named Shui Qingliu. The turning point came six months after the gallery opened—Japanese painting appreciation master Watanabe Saiichiro suddenly praised her works in a prominent Japanese authority magazine.

The child who was interrupted was not angry at all; he almost sat up straight in a restrained manner. He did not quite understand the meaning of Fu Qingliu's question, and simply responded instinctively: "Okay"

Time seemed to have passed for an indeterminate duration, yet Fu Jinyu found himself unable to sleep. He was also uncertain whether Fu Qingliu had fallen asleep, so he cautiously spoke up, with a kind of endearing and vulnerable tone unique to children, "Mom?"

Fu Jinyu's expression suddenly darkened, and his good mood vanished in an instant. He sat up from the bed and said, "He deserves it!"

The events of today at school

In summary, the Ten-Mile Gallery seems to have suddenly struck it rich, with news about it appearing even in some foreign magazines. Regardless of whether the comments are positive or negative, all of this has propelled the Ten-Mile Gallery and the clear waters to a position of celebrity status.

Under the dim light, her back arched into a fragile curve; she did not cry, but merely covered her face in silence

Zhang Dongmei stood in the shadows, observing Fu Jinyu's room, watching the silent Fu Qingliu. She felt heartache yet helplessness, but she could not blame Fu Qingliu, for she knew that she too was unwilling. However, she could not control it.

"Regardless of whether he deserves it or not, you indeed sent someone to the hospital," Fu Qingliu said as he sat up, looking at Fu Jinyu's face, speaking each word deliberately. He intended to make him understand that this is akin to the principle that even if the other party is a corrupt official, if you kill him, the police will still arrest you and put you in jail. Wrongdoing is wrongdoing; even if a judge may exercise discretion in sentencing, punishment will still be imposed.

Fu Jinyu, who received a response, was taken aback, but more than that, she felt joy, for she had responded to him

He deserves it! Fu Jinyu was so angry that her neck turned red, and she glared at Fu Qingliu, "Why don't you ask me why I hit him? Why don't you ask what he said?"

Although Fu Qingliu has stayed here only a few times, Zhang Dongmei has still reserved a room for her. While it is not cleaned every day, the room is always kept tidy, and occasionally there are traces of someone having lain on the bed.