Rebirth and the Beautiful Soaring

The beautiful Fairy Creek meanders through Fairy Town like a white ribbon, and its source is Fairy Peak near Cloud Mist Village.

Fairy Peak is the highest peak in Fairy Town. No matter where you are in the town, you can see this magnificent mountain with countless myths and legends.

As a native of Linxian, and with his maternal grandparents living at the foot of Fairy Peak for many years, Yu Fei naturally had a special affection for her. He remembered climbing Fairy Peak many times, and each time he had a different and wonderful experience.

As Yu Fei walked along the road, he looked up and gazed into the distance towards Yunwu Village. Fairy Peak looked like a serene and beautiful fairy, appearing and disappearing amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

Yu Fei tilted his head and asked softly, "Zhou Meihua, have you ever climbed Fairy Peak?"

“Climb up there, the view from the top is beautiful,” Zhou Meihua said with a smile, a hint of joy in her eyes.

In his memory, Zhou Meihua really liked the dreamlike scenery of Fairy Peak. Yu Fei looked at the hint of joy on Zhou Meihua's face and thought to himself, "It seems that I can try to invite her to go hiking when we part later."

The two chatted casually, maintaining a distance between them, but their hearts were gradually drawing closer. Yu Fei felt this way, and so did Zhou Meihua.

Zhou Meihua was somewhat surprised. She had always been introverted and reserved, and rarely spoke to boys. Even if some boys who had a crush on her deliberately tried to talk to her, she would rarely pay much attention. It could be said that the amount of talk she had with Yu Fei today was almost more than all the talk she had had with other boys over the years.

Most importantly, talking to Yu Fei gave her a sense of impulse and joy, as if she had opened a floodgate of words.

Could it be that she likes this boy? Zhou Meihua's still somewhat immature cheeks flushed again. She shook her head inwardly and said, "It's not necessarily liking, maybe it's just admiration and appreciation."

Girls of this age, though still young, already have some vague feelings about love between men and women. In addition, Zhou Meihua is a precocious girl who already knows a little about things. However, the idea that she should not fall in love too early, instilled by her parents and teachers, makes her suppress these budding feelings.

Yu Fei saw Zhou Meihua walking with her head down, looking at her toes, her face flushed. How could he not know what she was thinking?

In this day and age, girls of this age blush easily; this shy innocence is so adorable and beautiful.

Yu Fei didn't break the silence; it was better to let Zhou Meihua process this.

The two walked silently and soon arrived near the flower bridge by the Fairy Stream. The area was lush with flowers and trees, and the Fairy Stream itself was a beautiful sight.

Xianxi Flower Bridge is very famous and is said to have a history of several hundred years. Yu Fei learned that Xianxi Flower Bridge was later included in the World Cultural Heritage List.

Xianxi Flower Bridge, also known as Xianxi Magpie Bridge, used to be frequented by magpies during the Qixi Festival every year. However, after it became famous, too many tourists came from all over the country, so the magpies rarely appeared on the bridge anymore.

Yu Fei exclaimed softly, "The scenery here is so beautiful. It's a pity I didn't bring any paintbrushes or paper, otherwise I would have painted this beautiful scene as a memento."

"Oh, you can draw too?" Zhou Meihua's bright eyes lit up. In fact, besides singing, she also liked to draw, but her parents hoped that she would study hard and not be distracted by other things, so she could only teach herself secretly.

Yu Fei was aware of Zhou Meihua's hobby, so this was a way of catering to her interests.

"I guess I can, but it's really just doodling." In fact, Yu Fei didn't know how to draw when he was in school. Perhaps because his grandfather and father were both famous painters, he was born with a talent for drawing. In the gaps between his busy work, he would occasionally learn to draw some quick sketches and comics. After a while, he had quite a bit of skill. Even his father, Yu Ming, couldn't help but praise him when he saw it.

Unfortunately, Yu Fei did not want to pursue a career in painting in his previous life, and his father could not force his son, who was very talented in business, to do so.

"Just doodling? Yu Fei, you're just being modest. Too much modesty is just arrogance. By the way, I have a sketchbook, various pencils, and a pen in my bag. How about you draw something for me?"

"Alright, I'll draw it. But if it doesn't meet Zhou Meihua's standards, please bear with me."

"Pfft, it's quite amusing to hear you speak in such a literary style."

As the two were talking, they had already walked onto the flower bridge.

Xianxi Flower Bridge is actually a covered bridge with a circular archway at the bottom and eaves and pavilions on top. With the flowers blooming on both sides of the bridge, it got its beautiful name, which is quite similar to the Flower Bridge in Guilin, which is known for its beautiful scenery.

On both sides of the covered bridge, there are rows of benches, and in the pavilion in the middle, there are various tables and chairs where people can sit down to rest or enjoy the scenery.

"You look so beautiful when you smile!" Seeing Zhou Meihua's sweet smile, Yu Fei froze instantly and couldn't help but whisper a compliment.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhou Meihua blushed again. Although she pretended to be serious, she was secretly happy. He praised her for being pretty, so does that mean...? Zhou Meihua dared not think any further.

"I'm not making this up, I'm just telling the truth. You look really good when you smile, and you also look good when you're serious or angry..." Yu Fei chuckled inwardly. Girls in this era are so innocent and adorable; they even blush when you're just being praised.

"You're still talking! You're not allowed to say it anymore!" Zhou Meihua pouted and stomped her foot lightly, expressing her dissatisfaction with various cute actions.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, I'll draw." Yu Fei quickly shut up, walked to the edge of the covered bridge, and naturally placed Zhou Meihua's pink backpack on the bench, then unzipped it.

The first thing that caught Yu Fei's eye was Zhou Meihua's changed clothes. He glanced at them casually and saw pink underwear. Only then did he realize that he had been too rash.

At this moment, Zhou Meihua stepped forward and snatched her backpack, then stomped her foot and said angrily, "How can you do this? You opened my bag without my permission."

"Sorry, I forgot." Yu Fei apologized with an embarrassed smile, and Zhou Meihua's expression softened a bit, but she still asked worriedly, "What did you see?"

Yu Fei scratched his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't paid much attention."

"Liar!" Zhou Meihua pouted and snorted, "I'll let it go this time, but if you dare to mess around next time, I... I won't talk to you anymore."

"Wouldn't that be too ruthless?" Yu Fei chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, he nodded ingratiatingly and said, "Yes, I won't." In his mind, this was by no means reckless.

Zhou Meihua rolled her eyes at Yu Fei, then took her bag, turned away, and rummaged through it for a while before finally finding a pen and sketchbook.

"Will you use a pencil or a pen?"

"A fountain pen, I guess." In the past, Yu Fei would usually practice sketching with a fountain pen or a carbon ballpoint pen during his work breaks; he rarely used pencils.

"Oh." Suddenly remembering the secret in the sketchbook, Zhou Meihua blushed and panicked. She quickly flipped to a blank page, then turned and handed it and the pen to Yu Fei. "Here you go, but don't peek at what I'm drawing."

"Don't worry, Zhou Meihua, I promise I won't look at it." After taking the sketchbook, Yu Fei immediately recognized it as one of the ones he had read in his previous life. It contained some of the drawings Zhou Meihua made when she first started learning to draw, including a drawing of her back. Of course, most of it was still blank now, not as much as when he had seen it back then, so he didn't really need to look at it. He also knew what Zhou Meihua was worried about.

"Okay, then hurry up and draw it. I want to go to Grandma's house as soon as I'm done so they won't worry."

"Don't worry, I draw very quickly, it won't take much time." Yu Fei smiled confidently, beaming, and casually opened the pen cap, then picked up his sketchbook and started drawing.

Reading break rolls, getting a God.

The same applies to painting. Practice makes perfect. In his previous life, Yu Fei had painted many landscapes of Fairy Town, including this flower bridge. As for the character Zhou Meihua in the painting, Yu Fei had painted that character countless times after Zhou Meihua passed away in his previous life. So even with his eyes closed, Yu Fei believed he could paint it very well.

Listening to the "swish" of the pen gliding across the paper, Zhou Meihua's eyes went from surprise to excitement. Although she hadn't seen the painting, she could tell from Yu Fei's posture that he was very professional and skilled.

Girls generally like talented guys, especially young girls who are just beginning to experience romantic feelings.

Since starting junior high school, Zhou Meihua has always admired Yu Fei's academic achievements. Moreover, Yu Fei is good-looking and has a great temperament, making him the kind of boy who can easily win the hearts of girls.

This unexpected encounter made Zhou Meihua like Fei even more, and feelings in her heart slowly began to take root and sprout.

"Done!" Yu Fei put on his pen, quite satisfied with his drawing, his face beaming with pride.

"So fast? Let me see it." Yu Fei's confidence was contagious, and Zhou Meihua, full of anticipation, quickly said.

"Hmm." Yu Fei smiled and handed Zhou Meihua the sketchbook and pen.

When Zhou Meihua saw the pen and ink sketch, she was immediately shocked.

The entire landscape of Huaqiao was painted so realistically, it looked just like the real thing. More importantly, there was a fairy-like figure in the painting, who was painted so beautifully that Zhou Meihua felt a pang of jealousy for a moment.

No! This person, this person looks so much like me! Zhou Meihua's heart started pounding, but she didn't seem to be this tall, this pretty and charming, or have such an elegant demeanor.