After transmigrating, I became a stepmother.

"Honey, what color do you plan to use for these plum blossoms?"

"red!"

The resolute answer gave Lin Haosheng a sense of "I knew it!" Little Baozi's aesthetic sense was indeed as consistent as ever!

Well, the red plum blossoms are indeed very beautiful, and Lin Hao likes them very much too.

Watching the little boy take off his shoes, carefully stand on the table, pick up a calligraphy brush, and earnestly color one of the plum blossoms.

The vibrant red spread little by little, instantly bringing life to the originally simple scene, and Lin Hao suddenly understood this kind of Chinese romance.

I used to think that romance was only about love, but now I suddenly realize how narrow-minded that idea is.

Just like this kind of winter-dispelling painting, in every day of waiting, one personally fills the plum blossoms with one's longing, each stroke conveying endless emotions, until the departed one returns, and the work is completed.

The picture is complete, and so are the people!

Indeed, the things our ancestors left behind are all good!

"Mother!"

The little boy suddenly turned around and called out to Lin Hao.

Lin Hao, who had been watching closely, immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is for you."

The little boy pointed with one delicate finger at the plum blossom that was almost finished and said to Lin Hao.

Lin Hao was surprised by the little boy's actions and asked in astonishment, "Why?"

"I miss my father very much, and so do my mother."

Her straightforward answer and her clear, penetrating gaze left Lin Hao speechless, even though she should have retorted.

It seems she really misses that person!

Silently, Lin Hao took the pen from the little boy's hand and slowly filled in the last remaining blank space.

The child didn't notice his mother's unusual behavior. When he saw that the plum blossoms were finally covered with color, he immediately smiled broadly and clapped his hands in celebration: "Yay, the flowers are beautiful!"

The somewhat slow-witted Lin Hao finally reacted, put down the calligraphy brush in her hand, and laughed along with the little bun.

“Madam.” Fu Cui stepped forward hesitantly.

"what happened?"

Lin Hao did notice that someone came in and said something, but she didn't pay attention. It seems there really was something going on.

"There were a few kids wandering around outside for quite a while. After asking them, we found out they were looking for the young master."

Lin Hao had thought something serious was wrong and was worried for a moment, but upon hearing this, she immediately smiled and said, "This is good news! Quickly, call them in."

The little dumpling understood and was overjoyed. He opened his arms and said, "Quick, I want to put on my shoes."

This is the first time someone has ever come specifically to see him!

Fu Cui quickly put on his shoes, then lifted him down, saying, "Don't worry, I'll call them in right away, there's still time!"

A clever little maid had already gone out to call for help, and soon returned with several children.

"Greetings, Madam! Greetings, Young Master!"

The children, who had apparently been taught proper manners, bowed respectfully to the two men as soon as they entered.

"No need for formalities, please sit down!"

Lin Hao was also very happy to see these children and gestured to Fu Cui to quickly bring them some snacks.

"Little Tree, Erhu, Dazhuang, Stone, you're all here!"

The little boy's voice was filled with undisguised joy.

"Yeah, didn't we make a promise yesterday?"

However, they waited in vain for the young master to appear, and fearing that he would not be able to find them after they left, they kept pacing around the door.