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Chapter 815 Can We Work Overtime?
In that spacious and luxurious sea view villa, Jiang Shuo and Jiang Chengyu were currently in the huge living room.
The floor of the living room was as smooth as a mirror, and they slowly spread a large piece of rice paper on it.
Jiang Shuo was like a tireless little spinning top, busy and enthusiastic. He first picked up the paper stone,
Carefully press down the four corners of the paper to ensure that the paper does not move around during the creation process.
Afterwards, he immediately placed all kinds of paints on the table next to him. Those paint bottles were like neatly arranged soldiers, waiting for their master's orders.
Then, Jiang Shuo followed Jiang Chengyu's example, dipping appropriate amounts of paint into various pigments, and then carefully adjusting the various colors on the drawing board.
His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was doing an extremely sacred task.
Jiang Chengyu stood aside, pointing out the positions on the paper to Jiang Shuo and patiently explaining the key points of painting.
Jiang Shuo's big watery eyes were fixed on Jiang Chengyu, and he listened attentively to every word of his instructions. His serious look made people laugh.
After listening to the explanation, Jiang Shuo confidently approached the paper, picked up the paintbrush, and began to paint, officially starting his creative journey.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji stood quietly in the corridor upstairs, looking down from above and seeing everything in the living room clearly.
He silently watched Jiang Chengyu and Jiang Shuo, his eyes full of tenderness and concern. Jiang Chengyu stretched out his left hand and picked up the pen from time to time.
He carefully sketched out the places in Jiang Shuo's paintings that needed to be supplemented. His movements were skillful and steady, and each stroke seemed to contain endless artistic charm.
After an unknown amount of time, the outline of a painting gradually emerged on the paper.
After watching them busy for a long time, Mu Xiaoji walked into the kitchen and carefully brewed a pot of Jiang Chengyu's favorite jasmine tea.
He carried the teapot and walked steadily to the tea table in the living room, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly and gently:
"Little Monster, you've been busy all day, come over and have some tea!" This address was full of his unique intimacy towards Jiang Chengyu.
However, Jiang Chengyu seemed not to have heard Mu Xiaoji's words. He walked towards the paint table as if nothing had happened and continued to concentrate on mixing the paint.
It was as if Mu Xiaoji was just air, without any influence on anyone in the living room. Mu Xiaoji's smile froze on his face, and a hint of loss flashed in his eyes.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the crisp ring broke the slightly awkward atmosphere in the living room.
Mu Xiaoji was slightly startled, then quickly stood up and walked quickly to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Feng Tao carrying a lot of bags and Gu Ze standing at the door with sunny smiles on their faces.
As soon as Feng Tao saw Mu Xiaoji, he couldn't help but teased: "Mr. Mu, you don't look good today!
I haven't seen you for two days. How come your injury has worsened? " There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but more of concern.
Mu Xiaoji forced a smile, made a gesture of invitation and said, "Come in." Seeing this, the two of them walked straight towards the living room.
Jiang Chengyu heard Feng Tao's teasing and quickly stood up and looked towards the door. He saw Gu Ze striding in with a fruit basket.
As soon as Gu Ze saw Jiang Chengyu, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of nervousness.
He hurried forward, holding Jiang Chengyu's shoulders, and looked at him carefully. He said distressedly: "Chengyu, what's wrong with you? How did you get your face like this?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but make a clicking sound, expressing his heartache and worry.
Feng Tao casually put down the things he had bought for Jiang Shuo, sat down on the sofa, and jokingly said:
"Oh, this is President Jiang, he's so foresighted that he made tea for us early in the morning to welcome us!"
After saying that, he picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea and started drinking.
When Jiang Shuo heard Feng Tao's words, he retorted bluntly, "You're really rude! That was made by Daddy for Little Daddy."
Feng Tao then pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Oh, Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I..."
Jiang Chengyu smiled and said, "I'm not thirsty. Guests are welcome. Please feel free to do as you please."
Mu Xiaoji stood aside, watching this scene, feeling helpless. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked upstairs, a trace of loneliness in his back.
For several days, Feng Tao and Gu Ze frequently visited the Seaview Villa.
The villa was always filled with the sounds of them chatting and laughing with Jiang Shuo and Jiang Chengyu. The harmonious atmosphere made it seem as if they were a truly loving family.
During these days, Mu Xiaoji hardly stepped out of his bedroom. He often sat quietly on the sofa in his bedroom.
Although she was holding a book in her hands, her eyes were fixed on the wall above the bed, recalling the portrait of her and Jiang Chengyu on the cruise ship.
The painting was carefully drawn by Alice for them. The two people in the painting had sweet and warm smiles, and every detail was lifelike, as if freezing the happy moment forever.
However, now that time has passed, the beauty of the past seems to have gradually faded away and no longer exists.
The sounds of laughter and conversation coming from downstairs drifted faintly into the bedroom.
Mu Xiaoji felt like an outsider. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fit in with the joyful atmosphere among them.
This strong sense of alienation was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart again and again.
As time passed, the night gradually became like a huge piece of black silk, slowly covering the entire sky.
Feng Tao and Gu Ze were escorted to the courtyard by Jiang Chengyu. Jiang Chengyu said with concern, "Be careful on your way back."
Gu Ze's face was filled with a warm smile, and he responded: "Cheng Yu, when can you finish the painting? Without you, I can't sleep well these days!"
When Jiang Shuo heard this, he immediately pouted and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Uncle Gu Ze, are you planning to compete with Jiang Shuo for my little daddy?"
Seeing this, Gu Ze reached out and gently touched Jiang Shuo's head, saying softly, "How could that be? Why don't you and your little daddy come live in the apartment together?"
Jiang Shuo shook his head without hesitation and said seriously: "No, I still have to go back to G City to go to school!"
Feng Tao looked at Jiang Chengyu at this time and said, "Let's go, go back!" Gu Ze waved to them, and then the car started slowly and drove away from this quiet sea view villa.
The father and son turned around and walked back. Jiang Shuo couldn't help complaining as he walked, "Little Daddy, Uncle Gu Ze comes to disturb us every day. When can we finish painting?"
Jiang Chengyu smiled and patted his little head, and said softly, "It's still early, can we work overtime?"
Jiang Shuo sighed helplessly and said, "If not this, what other good solution is there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chengyu pinched Jiang Shuo's little face lovingly, but he didn't expect that the paint left on his hands instantly turned Jiang Shuo's little face into a big clown face.
Jiang Shuo cleverly noticed something was wrong and said with a sly smile, "Little Daddy, you got some dirt on your face. Let me help you clean it."
After saying that, he rubbed Jiang Chengyu's face with his chubby little hands. This time, the father and son looked more ridiculous than each other, and the originally dull atmosphere was instantly broken by laughter.
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji was sitting quietly at the foot of the stairs, with the book that he hadn't turned a few pages of placed on his lap.
Holding the railing tightly with both hands, he silently watched the father and son playing while he worked overtime concentrating on drawing the birthday star picture.
The amiable smile of the birthday boy in the painting contrasts with the energetic and joyful smiles of Jiang Chengyu and his son Jiang Shuo.
This heartwarming scene deeply touched Mu Xiaoji. Even though he was alone upstairs, a bright smile broke out on his face involuntarily.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Xiaoji gradually fell asleep leaning against the railing without realizing it.
Jiang Shuo was concentrating on painting the old man's sleeves. When he stepped back, Jiang Chengyu was unable to dodge and accidentally dropped the paint palette on himself.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuo said nervously, "I'm sorry, little daddy, please go to the bedroom and take it off and wash it." Jiang Chengyu hurriedly got up and went upstairs in two steps.
As soon as he got upstairs, Jiang Chengyu saw Mu Xiaoji sleeping with a bright smile on his face, as if he was immersed in an extremely happy dream.
His heart trembled slightly, and he could not help but squat down gently, reaching out to gently support Mu Xiaoji's shoulders, and whispered: "Xiaoji, go back to your room and sleep! You will catch a cold if you sleep here."
Mu Xiaoji turned over habitually in his sleep, subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Chengyu's neck, and waited quietly for Jiang Chengyu to carry him back to the bedroom.
Jiang Chengyu froze there for a moment, and a past scene involuntarily emerged in his mind: At that time, Nangong Jing was driving with Mu Xiaoji, but unfortunately the car ran out of gas and was stuck outside the Kuncheng junction.
When he finally found Mu Xiaoji, Mu Xiaoji was extremely weak and didn't even have the strength to get out of the car. She put her arms around his neck and acted like a child.
At that time, his heart and eyes were filled with doting on Mu Xiaoji. He carried him back to the bedroom to rest without hesitation, and personally made a nourishing black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup for him.
However, at this moment, Mu Xiaoji did not feel any response from Jiang Chengyu for a long time, and was instantly awakened from his sleep.
Suddenly, he panicked and stepped back, causing his prosthesis to fall off while he was stepping.
His face was filled with fear and guilt, and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I didn't mean to offend you."
In a panic, his prosthesis fell at the stairs. Mu Xiaoji didn't care about anything else, he got up hurriedly and rushed to his bedroom.
Jiang Chengyu looked at the book, a half-broken prosthetic limb, and a shoe that fell in front of him, feeling mixed emotions.
Then, the bedroom door slammed shut with a bang, like a heavy hammer.
It hit Jiang Chengyu's heart hard, and seemed to cover up Mu Xiaoji's wounded heart deeply.
Jiang Chengyu looked at the prosthesis, shoes and books on the ground, feeling mixed emotions, and his hands trembled slightly involuntarily.
He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the prosthesis and shoes one by one, and then picked up the book that carried Mu Xiaoji's lonely time.
After getting up, he walked to the door with heavy steps. After hesitating for a moment, he gently pushed the door open.
What caught the eye was the big bed as white as snow, but there was no sign of Mu Xiaoji on the bed.
He quickly looked around the room, trying to find any trace of Mu Xiaoji.
At this moment, he noticed that the curtains were trembling slightly, and an empty trouser leg was exposed from under the curtains.
Seeing this scene, a trace of loneliness flashed in Jiang Chengyu's eyes, and his eyes seemed to have lost their luster.
He walked silently to the coffee table and slowly placed the book on it.
He gently placed his prosthesis and shoes on the ground, then slowly turned around and left the room with slow steps.
Mu Xiaoji, hiding behind the curtains, felt uneasy. He gently opened a very small gap and looked towards the door nervously.
When he was sure that Jiang Chengyu was no longer in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling a sense of loss, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.