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Jiang Mian almost couldn't hold back her gasp!

But when I saw the child's fair face and the serious expression on it...

She pursed her lips and held back.

Lu Bozhou put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer.

The movements were very casual and natural.

"Come and see."

The man's voice was calm, and everything seemed normal.

Moreover, Lu Chaochi didn't feel that anything was wrong.

"Mianmian, look at this character. Did I write it correctly?" Lu Chaochi pointed to a character on the calligraphy practice book.

Jiang Mian glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed written correctly.

She glanced at Lu Bozhou sideways.

They met Lu Bozhou's eyes, which were looking down at them.

There was a hint of nonchalance in his eyes.

He lacked his usual cold and indifferent demeanor, and instead gave off a somewhat gentle vibe.

"Why are you looking at me?" Lu Bozhou asked in a low voice.

"No, it's not written wrong, is it?" Jiang Mian bit her lip.

"You majored in Chinese Language and Literature, and you're asking me?" Lu Bozhou raised an eyebrow.

"So how did you two start arguing?" Jiang Mian asked.

Lu Bozhou glanced at Lu Chaochi and said, "Did I say you wrote it wrong? What did I say exactly?"

Lu Chaochi curled his lip, "Saying my handwriting is ugly is not as good as just writing it wrong."

Jiang Mian glanced at the child's handwriting. It was neat and tidy; it wasn't ugly, but it wasn't exactly beautiful either...

Children tend to write in large characters, which inevitably makes their handwriting look less than neat.

Lu Bozhou picked up a pen and casually wrote a character next to his son's chubby handwriting.

They are the same character, but they look completely different.

Jiang Mian knew that Lu Bozhou's running script and his slender gold script were both written very beautifully.

At that moment, his slender, golden calligraphy style appeared next to Lu Chaochi's words.

One is fat and the other is thin, the contrast is obvious.

Lu Bozhou clicked his tongue, "You should lose some weight."

The child almost burst into tears from anger.

Jiang Mian was extremely helpless, so she quickly changed the subject, "Okay, let's make sure we don't make any mistakes first, and then we'll try to write neatly in the future. Let's not talk about fonts today, let's go camping and have some fun."

Hearing Jiang Mian's words, the child became a little happier.

"Oh oh oh! Camping camping!" Lu Chaochi was too lazy to care about Lu Bozhou anymore. He jumped off him, ran to the dining table, picked up his little backpack, put it on, and headed towards the entrance.

Very positive.

Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lu, you and Xiao Shitou can go out first. I'll come out with my things."

All the prepared food and ingredients are neatly arranged in the kitchen; just take them out and put them in the car.

Jiang Mian turned and headed towards the kitchen.

But little did they know, Lu Bozhou had no intention of going out first.

As soon as she turned around carrying the large insulated box, she saw Lu Bozhou standing behind her.

I was so startled that I almost let go and dropped it on the ground.

The man reached out and caught it.

"...Thank you." Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reach out to take it.

Lu Bozhou glanced at her hand and said, "If you don't want that hand anymore, just say so."

"I……"

“Jiang Mian,” Lu Bozhou looked at her, “you have a few imported nails in that hand.”

Jiang Mian was taken aback by these words. "What?"

"Each one costs more than 30,000."

Jiang Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and she immediately became obedient, watching Lu Bozhou carry the insulated box out.

After packing everything up and moving out, Song Xun had prepared a high-end RV for them.

Not only is the camping equipment complete, but even if you don't want to camp, the equipment in the RV is more than enough.

Little Stone was so excited that he couldn't stay in the car and kept jumping around by the door.

Children's excitement is very contagious and can easily spread to others.

Jiang Mian felt that she was originally a little nervous about traveling with Lu Bozhou.

At this moment, Lu Chaochi's excitement gradually subsided.

Compared to the tension of being with Lu Bozhou, she was more happy to be able to go out and play with her son.

"Mianmian!" Lu Chaochi handed her a small booklet. "Can you draw?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Mian blinked. "What do you want to draw?"

“Look at those mountains over there, they’re so beautiful. Can you paint them?” Lu Chaochi’s eyes crinkled into a smile.

Because he was so happy, his voice unconsciously became louder, sounding crisp and clear, and he seemed particularly lively and cheerful.

Jiang Mian couldn't even remember the moment she first met Lu Chaochi at the bus stop.

What does a child look like when they are wary and quiet?

Not wanting to disappoint the child, she nodded and said, "Yes, I can draw."

She took the booklet. "But don't laugh at me if I draw badly."

"No, no, no." Lu Chaochi nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Mian opened the booklet and discovered that it was not only a small sketchbook, but also came with a small palette of watercolors.

Jiang Mian thought for a moment, and soon began to use the tip of her pen to draw lines on the paper.

Lu Chaochi, who was standing to the side, was chattering excitedly.

But gradually, he became quite engrossed in watching Jiang Mian paint.

Then it quieted down.

Lu Bozhou was sitting in the front, looking at several proposals submitted by departments on a tablet.

Listening to the cheerful, crisp sounds of the children behind them, and the gentle, soft voice of the woman.

It was quite relaxing.

But gradually, there was no sound after that.

Lu Bozhou put down the tablet and glanced at it.

I thought maybe she had fallen asleep.

But the image that appeared was not of someone sleeping.

She sat there, her face serene and gentle, holding a small watercolor brush, her gaze earnest and focused.

Lu Chaochi sat next to her, his hands supporting her face, watching her draw intently.

Lu Bozhou's gaze lingered for a moment.

He turned his gaze back to the proposal on the tablet.

However, the wording in the responses to the proposals seemed to be slightly milder.

When the car stopped at a service area for a rest, Jiang Mian and Lu Chaochi got out to buy grilled sausages.

Lu Bozhou stretched his joints and walked to the table behind him.

I glanced casually at the pictures in the small sketchbook on the table.

It was just a casual glance, and I only thought I would see some kind of simple line drawing.

But the painting in that little picture book was a watercolor landscape painting.

Outlined with lines, then blended with watercolor.

Whether it's the layers of clouds or the mist on the mountaintop, the layers are very distinct.

Lu Bozhou stood there, not making a move for a long time.

My gaze was fixed on that image.

No one saw that his gaze grew deeper and deeper.

It was as deep as a bottomless night sea, and no one knew if there were any turbulent currents surging beneath that surface, ready to swallow people whole.

Just then, Jiang Mian's phone, which was placed next to the picture book, suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up, displaying a summary of the incoming message.

[Yan Huai: You don't need to be so polite with me. I'm happy and honored to be able to help you.]

The man's slender fingertips touched the phone screen, gradually turning white. "Qiqi's here to ask for votes and favorites, muah, my darlings. Today's playlist: 'If You Don't Get Drunk, You Won't Stay Alone'."