Rebirth: Regaining Joyful Moments
Chapter 265 Framing Pictures

Chapter 265: Chapter 265 Framing Pictures

"Yicheng, what does this painting mean?" Cheng Hao looked at the painting again, the bright red sun, the vibrant grass, the big trees with tender sprouts—it all seemed quite ordinary.

The weather is so nice, the sunlight brilliant.

Cheng Hao thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure out what was romantic or joyous about it. If you ask him, it’s not even close to giving flowers, jewelry, or a watch.

At the very least, watching a movie together would bring feelings closer much faster.

A painting that he couldn’t understand; he didn’t know what Yicheng found so pleasing about it.

"You wouldn’t understand."

Pei Yicheng’s voice was even gentler than usual as he carefully preserved the painting, his lips curling slightly as he said, "Haozi, help me find someone who can mount paintings and bring his tools."

"Yicheng, give me the painting; I’ll find someone to mount it for you," Cheng Hao replied instinctively.

Pei Yicheng gave him a look and said, "I want to mount it myself."

Cheng Hao: "..."

Yicheng’s mind, it’s just different from others.

Just as Cheng Hao reached the door, Pei Yicheng reminded him, "Call Xiaoning and tell her the good news. Tell her not to come over here, to focus on her studies. If she doesn’t get into Beining University, she shouldn’t call me brother. And remember, only tell Xiaoning."

Aside from Xiaoning, Pei Yicheng had no desire to see anyone else from the Pei family.

"Okay," Cheng Hao thought, feeling a bit guilty since he had already given Yining the address a couple of days ago. What if Little Yining came rushing to Xi Province no matter what? Wouldn’t Yicheng be furious with him?

As soon as Cheng Hao left, he went to call Yining. Hearing from the Pei family’s maid that Yining had gone to school, Cheng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Cheng Hao had no idea that Pei Guozhong and Wan Hongxing had already boarded a train to Xi Province. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so relaxed.

Humming a tune, Cheng Hao found someone skilled in mounting paintings and also mentioned his desire to learn the craft himself. He made sure the craftsman brought a full range of materials and, of course, Cheng Hao was not stingy with the price, aiming to find the best.

Pei Yicheng’s legs were becoming more and more sensitive day by day, and he was in a very good mood, even if, during his recovery, he couldn’t roam around as before. Still, he was always holding a book in his hands.

After Cheng Hao found a person to mount paintings, Pei Yicheng devoted himself wholly to learning the craft.

Learning to mount paintings wasn’t easy, but Pei Yicheng only wanted to be able to mount that one painting by himself, which naturally made it easier.

After half a day’s learning, Pei Yicheng had already tried mounting two decorative paintings.

"Thank you, master," Pei Yicheng thanked the mounting master, grateful that having a teacher made learning faster.

That evening, Pei Yicheng sent Ling Dong and Cheng Hao out of the room.

"Yicheng, it wouldn’t hurt for me to help you out," Cheng Hao said, craning his neck.

"No need."

Pei Yicheng, looking at the well-prepared materials, didn’t think he needed any help.

Taking out the well-placed painting and admiring it for a while, he picked up a pencil beside him and flipped the painting over, writing in the corner, "I promise you a lifetime of Nianhua."

The pencil strokes weren’t heavy, and the paper was thick, so they wouldn’t show through. He carefully mounted the painting, fearful of damaging it and methodically following the steps his master had taught him.

Outside the room.

Cheng Hao, pressing against the wall, wished he had x-ray vision, and said, "Ling Dong, do you think there’s something special about that painting?"

"The person it’s given to is different," Ling Dong replied without hesitation.

"Hmph."

Cheng Hao waved a hand dismissively, finding Ling Dong’s answer superfluous—everyone knows that.