Rebirth and the Beautiful Soaring

"Thank you, Dad. I knew you wouldn't take it from me. Don't worry, Feifei is very good. I estimate he'll be playing the ukulele very well in a few days. Then you can teach him to play the erhu. I'll give you my full support."

Feeling her father's love, Fang Yi felt a sense of happiness and pride, which Yu Fei, standing beside her, also noticed.

In his previous life at this age, he was still an ignorant child who would not understand these things at all, let alone care about this kind of emotional exchange and communication.

"Okay, you said it yourself, so it's settled then." Fang Jianguo laughed heartily.

Yu Fei then sneered and said, "I protest! None of you asked me, the person involved, for my opinion."

The aunt huffed, "Protests are in vain. You should be grateful for the guidance you've received from me and your grandfather."

Yu Fei feigned speechlessness and said, "Fine, Auntie, you win."

Fang Jianguo couldn't help but smile when he saw his daughter joking with his nephew. At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly said, "Dad, let me show you something. I guarantee you'll be very surprised after you see it."

"Oh?" Fang Jianguo asked with a smile, somewhat curious, "What is it?"

Fang Yi glanced at Yu Fei and said with a smile, "It's a painting by Fei Fei. Fei Fei, your maternal grandfather is a master of appreciating paintings, even your paternal grandfather praises him. Why don't you quickly present your masterpiece to your maternal grandfather for his appreciation?"

Fang Jianguo smiled and shook his head, saying, "What master of art appreciation? That's just a polite way of putting it by Grandpa Yu. Your father's level of appreciation is barely scratching the surface, so how could he be called a master?"

"Grandpa, you're too modest. This is a painting I made. Please take a look." Yu Fei handed the painting to his grandfather.

Fang Jianguo took the painting and was taken aback when he looked at it.

The reason for my surprise was not only that my nephew's paintings were very skillful, but also that he was very thoughtful and knew how to use painting to persuade me to change my ways.

Seeing the surprise on her father's face, Fang Yi said with a touch of pride, "Dad, Feifei's painting is pretty good, isn't it!"

Fang Jianguo was well aware of his daughter and nephew's thoughts. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Not just good, but exceptionally good. This pen sketch demonstrates skill, and most importantly, it has a profound meaning. Feifei, how do you understand the concept of a miracle?"

"A miracle, as the name suggests, is something extremely difficult to achieve. It is precisely because it is difficult that miracles are so precious. A few days ago, I saw a news report from abroad. The report said that at the scene of a car accident, an ordinary mother suddenly burst forth with powerful potential and used her own strength to lift the car and rescue her child trapped underneath. This must be what is called a miracle."

Seeing that his grandfather and aunt were listening attentively, Yu Fei paused and continued, "After reading this news, I suddenly wondered if we sometimes tend to be too absolute in our thinking. Before even seeing the outcome, we've already made a judgment about the result and thus give up on what we want to do. Just like the big tree in our Fang family's yard, it's only withered; it's not completely dead. Does that mean a miracle can't happen? I believe anything is possible."

"Anything is possible! That's so true!" Auntie clapped her hands and exclaimed.

Fang Jianguo felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this, realizing that his own level of understanding was not even as high as that of his young grandson.

Yes, the Great Tree King isn't dead yet. Does that mean it's impossible for it to come back to life? Even if it doesn't, it can still be vigorous and contribute its remaining energy, allowing the orchard that once belonged to the Fang family to regain its vitality.

With this in mind, Fang Jianguo had already made a decision: no matter what the outcome of the Great Tree King was, he would give it a try, because this was something he wanted to do, and his previous fear of trouble was unacceptable.

Fang Jianguo patted Yu Fei on the shoulder and said solemnly, "Feifei, Grandpa has to thank you this time! You're right, anything is possible. Besides, Grandpa isn't old yet. The orchard originally belonged to the Fang family, and Grandpa will definitely take it over this time."

Hearing his grandfather's words about changing course, Yu Fei felt a great sense of accomplishment, as if he had altered history.

Isn't rebirth about making up for your own or your loved ones' regrets?

In addition, Yu Fei also heard a sense of confidence in his grandfather's words.

Yu Fei was reborn, so of course he knew the reason.

My grandfather was so confident because he was well-liked in the village, had a close relationship with the director and secretary, and the orchard originally belonged to the Fang family. Under the same conditions, it would be difficult for anyone to compete with him.

Back in 1996, bidding was practically nonexistent in rural areas. The village committee basically had the final say, and the decision was made by the director and secretary.

In fact, Yu Fei had heard his mother say that the village had offered to give the contracting rights to his grandfather back then, but his grandfather refused, otherwise there would have been no regrets later.

"Grandpa, don't thank me. Actually, Feifei just wants to eat the fruit you grow, hehe."

Fang Yi saw the wisdom in Yu Fei's eyes that was different from that of his peers, and she said with a coquettish smile, "You little rascal, all you know is food."

Fang Jianguo laughed and said, "That's easy. Once Grandpa has contracted the large orchard, he will definitely plant some of your favorite fruits, like grapes and kiwis."

Yu Fei thought of a type of wild strawberry he had eaten on the mountain in his previous life and immediately said, "Grandpa, I want to eat that kind of wild strawberry with thorns, the kind that grows on Fairy Peak."

Fang Jianguo smiled and said, "That's called raspberry, a type of raspberry. It's not only delicious, but it can also be dried and sold as medicine. Since you like to eat it, your grandfather will definitely grow it."

Yu Fei recalled the ground lantern fruit he had eaten before. The fruit really did look like a lantern, and it tasted a bit like a cherry tomato. It was very sweet and delicious, but unfortunately, he never tasted it again in his previous life.

"Grandpa, can we eat the lanterns now?"

"Not yet, the fruit just ripened!" Fang Jianguo shook his head and laughed, "So you like to eat this? Then Grandpa will pick it for you on the hill when it's ripe."

As he talked about the fruit, Yu Fei's thoughts seemed to truly return to his youth, those memories from his teenage years, which now felt so dear.

As they talked, Yu Fei and his grandfather somehow returned to the painting "The Tree of Miracles".

"Feifei, everything else in your painting is very good, but it has one flaw: it's like adding unnecessary details."

After his grandfather said that, Yu Fei already knew where the problem lay. Perhaps he wanted his grandfather to understand his meaning so much that he wrote eight extra characters. Now that he thought about it, it was completely unnecessary.

Fang Yi asked, "Dad, isn't it great? Where's the superfluous addition?"

Yu Fei chuckled and said, "Auntie, Grandpa is right. I shouldn't have written those eight characters on the painting. Actually, the painting already contains that meaning, and those who understand painting will naturally understand it."

Fang Jianguo nodded and smiled, "You realized it so quickly, not bad at all! Actually, those eight characters in your pen were both wrong and right, adding a unique charm to the painting. Your handwriting is elegant and vigorous; you must have put in a lot of effort, right?"

Yu Fei chuckled and said, "It's not as good as Grandpa said. I just practice casually from time to time."

In his previous life, Yu Fei's handwriting was only so-so in junior high school. In high school, he practiced for a period of time and improved by more than one level. Later, while learning to paint, he also studied for a period of time and received guidance from his father, resulting in significant improvements in both his painting and handwriting.