Spring River Chasing the Moon

After Luo Youyou died in her previous life, apart from her parents, the person who suffered the most was her grandmother. Luo Youyou's mother was the youngest daughter born to her grandmother at an advanced age, and she had been spoiled, loved and cared for since childhood.

Later, after Luo Youyou was born, this love was extended to her, even more. The most beloved granddaughter passed away at a young age. The pain of seeing a young person die is something that no one can accept.

"Hey, my dear grandson, why are you here alone?"

"Grandma, I came here because I missed you. Don't you miss me?" Luo Youyou adjusted her expression and said coquettishly.

Li Muzhi was amused by Luo Youyou's words and gently tapped her forehead with his finger, "You are so smart."

"Come into the house quickly and let grandma see if you have grown taller during this period of time?" As he said this, he put his arm around Luo Youyou's shoulders and walked into the house.

A familiar smell was spreading intermittently around the house. It was ink. Luo Youyou realized that his grandfather was also at home and was painting.

"Grandma, I'm a little hungry." Luo Youyou said to Li Muzhi, "I didn't eat enough at noon." Luo Youyou lowered her head pretending to be embarrassed.

Li Muzhi didn't think much about it, but went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for his granddaughter.

Luo Youyou saw her grandmother enter the kitchen, and then she carefully walked to the door of the studio, trying to take a peek furtively.

In his previous life, Luo Youyou would never dare to do this.

In Luo Youyou's heart, his grandfather Chen Ze is a person whom he both respects and fears.

He is always serious and doesn't talk much. He doesn't like to be disturbed when he is painting. He will lecture anyone who smiles.

In particular, in her previous life, Luo Youyou was brainwashed by Yang Qian since she was a child. She felt that her grandfather did not like her as a granddaughter and forced her to learn Chinese painting, which she did not like.

Yang Qian always belittled painting in front of her, saying it had no future, and belittled her grandfather for asking her to learn Chinese painting just to satisfy himself.

At that time, Luo Youyou didn't know much about his grandfather's achievements, let alone his painstaking efforts.

People in the town said that my grandfather was very strange and he relied on my grandmother to maintain neighborhood relationships.

So Luo Youyou in his previous life also thought so, thinking that his grandfather was just an old man who loved painting, a conservative and eccentric old man.

After Luo Youyou expressed that she did not want to learn Chinese painting, she felt her grandfather's disappointment and became even more afraid to get close to him.

Gradually, the relationship with my grandfather became worse and worse, and even my grandmother and mother could not persuade the two to reconcile.

Even after Luo Youyou began to understand the level of her grandfather's Chinese painting skills, her relationship with him had reached freezing point.

One of the two people was unwilling to bow his head, and neither was the other.

On weekdays, I only communicate with my grandmother.

Until later, after Luo Youyou's death, the serious and old-fashioned old man shed tears of regret.

That was the grandfather Luo Youyou had never met.

During her wanderings as a spirit, Luo Youyou often visited her grandmother. A few days before her rebirth, in the middle of the night, just as she was about to leave, her grandfather suddenly walked towards the room where she had lived as a child.

Luo Youyou couldn't help but be attracted over.

He pulled out a box from under the bed and opened it. Inside the box were many of Luo Youyou's childhood toys and a few photos. Luo Youyou saw her grandfather's trembling fingers, stroking her in the photo, and tears came down her face.

At that moment, Luo Youyou felt dizzy and began to have a headache, as if a large amount of lost memories flooded into her mind.

"Yes, yes, yes, come to grandpa."

"Let's see what we got during the week of grabbing things."

“It’s a paintbrush.”

"It seems this child has a talent for Chinese painting."

"Youyou drew a few random strokes a few days ago. I think her talent is higher than her mother's."

"If you follow me from a young age, you will definitely surpass me."

"Grandma, let Youyou live with us and learn Chinese painting from me. Then you can go to Nancheng University and study in the best Chinese painting department."

"What's the point of Nancheng University? If you don't study, what's the point of painting?"

"Wait until Youyou is mature enough and let her make her own choice."

So that's how it is. Luo Youyou suddenly felt a chill.

No wonder she wasn't allowed to learn Chinese painting, and no wonder she always said bad things about her grandfather in front of her. It turned out that he didn't want her to go to Nancheng University, and didn't want her family to go to Nancheng, right?

But I just believed Yang Qian's lies and unconsciously distanced myself from my grandfather. When he asked me to make a choice, I didn't understand his good intentions.

In fact, her grandfather was not angry at all because she didn't want to study, but because she resisted fiercely and used sharp words, which made him feel disappointed.

Now that the two are separated by life and death, they realize their regrets.

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In his new life, Luo Youyou repeatedly asked himself, do I really not like Chinese painting?

In fact, she likes painting and has talent. Later, she became an architectural designer, partly because of her talent and partly because of this house.

This house was her first perception of the beauty of architecture. In her small world in her previous life, this house was already the best and most beautiful design she had ever come across.

Her talent for painting came from her grandfather, as did the design of this house, and her love, all from this old man who didn't know how to express himself.

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Just as Luo Youyou was trying to secretly open the sliding door of the studio with her butt sticking out, a cough broke the silence in the room.

"Who's sneaking around at the door?" Luo Youyou couldn't help feeling a little nervous when hearing his grandfather's serious voice.

The little hand pushed open the door and smiled flatteringly at Chen Ze, "Grandpa, it's me."

Chen Ze really didn't expect his granddaughter to come at this time. What's more, when she came, she would just pester her grandmother and chatter non-stop. She would never take the initiative to look for him, let alone come to the studio.

He didn't know what to say for a moment. Before he could react, Luo Youyou had already walked in and sat down opposite him seriously. "Grandpa, let me help you grind the ink."

As he spoke, he picked up the ink stick and began to grind it on the inkstone.

Chen Ze looked at his granddaughter and saw that she really wanted to help him. He didn't say anything else, but just reminded her, "Keep the same speed and don't use too much force."

"Oh oh oh, I get it." After getting his grandfather's permission, Luo Youyou felt a little excited.

In the room, the grandfather and grandson, one picked up a pen and began to splash ink on the paper, while the other was concentrating on grinding the ink, and didn't even notice Li Muzhi walking to the door.

When Li Muzhi came out of the kitchen, he found that Luo Youyou was not in the living room. He thought that the child had run out to play, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of talking coming from the studio. When he walked over, he saw this scene.

She felt a little emotional, as the legacy of traditional Chinese painting was actually what they wanted to do most. She knew that Chen Ze had been teaching and educating people for so many years, simply because he wanted more and more people to appreciate and appreciate the charm of traditional Chinese painting.

But among the three children in the family, except for Youyou's mother Chen Lili who likes Chinese painting, the other two children have no such interest.

Although Chen Lili likes Chinese painting, he likes calligraphy more. He graduated from the Calligraphy Department of Ocean University of China two years ago and stayed on campus to become a teacher in the Department.

It is a pity that they have trained so many students but there is no one in the family to continue the family tradition, but the two elders do not force it. After all, it is enough as long as the children like it.

But this scene at this moment made Li Muzhi reluctant to disturb it. It was too beautiful. It would be great if someone liked Chinese painting, Li Muzhi thought silently in his heart.

"Yes, the noodles are ready. Come and eat."

Li Muzhi saw that the painting was almost finished, and urged Luo Youyou to hurry up, otherwise the noodles would clump together.

Luo Youyou put down the ink stick in his hand and said respectfully to his grandfather, "Grandpa, I'm going to eat first."

Chen Ze was confused. What happened to this girl today? She was so confident in front of him, and it seemed like she was not afraid of him at all.

But he didn't ask any more questions, just replied to her, "Go ahead."