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Every morning, when he pushed his cart, he would feel tired. The figure in the painting, had an expression as if he was full of hope for the future. Warm golden light reflected on him through the gate. It made his face look as if it had been illuminated. The look soothed his heart.

As he looked at the painting, Zhou Chuchu was standing to the side. She tenderly looked at Wang Xuan, whose slightly rounded eyes were shining brightly at himself in the painting. Her eyes were full of fondness.

Yes, this boy loved drawing since he was a child. At that time, while she was painting, he would sit quietly with his little toy. He would look up at the painting from time to time, and would sometimes clap his hands excitedly when he saw a color he liked.

Her eyes began to weep again. Fortunately, the room was dark, and Zhou Chuchu hastily wiped it. It didn’t attract Wang Xuan’s attention, as he was still focusing on the painting.

Wiping away her tears, her heart softened, and she gently said, “If you like the painting, you can take one back with you later.”

When Wang Xuan heard that, he turned around and waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t want to.

The paintings were so good, they must be expensive. He already received a lot of help from Mr. and Mrs. Lin, how could he ever ask for more?

“It’s okay, you’re in the paintings. It’s kind of like using your likeness, you can consider it as payment. Besides, I paint every day and there are many of these paintings.”

Zhou Chuchu’s eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at her son. Seeing that Wang Xuan was still trying to refuse, she simply took the painting that Wang Xuan had been looking at so intensely and stuffed it into his hands.

This was the first time that Madam Lin had been assertive with him, so Wang Xuan held the painting somewhat helplessly.

His rare look of helplessness made Zhou Chuchu’s heart soften even more. She hid the tears in her eyes and forced herself to smile.

“Ah Xuan, can you do me a favor?”

Wang Xuan nodded quickly without hesitation.

“I’m designing clothes for 15 and 16-year-old boys. I’m going to make them and sell them online, but I don’t have a model. Can you be my model? It won’t take much time. I’ll just take your measurements.”

Wang Xuan still nodded his head. Mrs. Lin had been so kind to him, he felt he should repay the favor.

Zhou Chuchu quickly grabbed a measuring tape and measured Wang Xuan’s size. She was in the business and naturally knew the standard sizes for all age groups. Wang Xuan’s slim body almost brought tears to his mother’s eyes.

So thin, how much had this child suffered...

Lin Shiheng pushed through the door just as the measurements were being taken and showed no surprise when he saw Wang Xuan. He only smiled and nodded at him, “Ah Xuan is here.”

Wang Xuan also smiled at him.

This period of harmonious living together has enabled him to return the truest of smiles to the Lin family couple.

Even when he knew that Mr. and Mrs. Lin were so gentle and considerate to everyone, Wang Xuan, who enjoyed such tenderness, was still grateful to them.

Naturally, he didn’t know that Lin Shiheng’s morning jog route was exactly the same as his. He intentionally did it to help him. Today’s ‘impromptu request to help finish breakfast’ from the couple was also intentional. Even the part where Zhou Chuchu painted in front of the small building every morning, it was in order to be able to see her son a few more times.

Over the next few days, Wang Xuan received occasional invitations to join her for breakfast because Mr. Lin would skip breakfast. He took the painting back with him and hung it on the wall, looking at it every day before going to bed, feeling much more relaxed in his sleep.

Mr. Lin was a traditional man. He bought newspapers to read every day, and would share news with Wang Xuan about what he saw in the newspapers every morning when he met him on his morning run.

This had made Wang Xuan’s life, where he used to work so hard day in and day out to earn money, a little more interesting. He started to stop clutching his dictionary every night, and took the initiative to pay attention to some news from the outside world.

What made Wang Xuan the happiest was that Mrs. Lin was learning to speak sign language because she was going to volunteer at a school for the deaf, and that Mr. Lin, who had always been close to Mrs. Lin, had also started learning together thanks to his wife’s influence. They would occasionally ask Wang Xuan for advice during their studies, which made Wang Xuan, who was always receiving help from them but didn’t know what to do in return, happy.

What made him the happiest of all was that he was no longer the only one in the building who could understand sign language, and that when he faced Mr. and Mrs. Lin, he could also communicate with them in sign language. The feeling of loneliness that had always surrounded him gradually faded away.

Mrs. Lin’s household had a piano. Wang Xuan used to hate music, but after hearing Mrs. Lin play, he realized that he just hated unpleasant music.

Because Wang Xuan left early and didn’t return for lunch, his contact with the Lin family was only for a short period in the morning, but Mr. and Mrs. Lin were always able to cheer him up in that short period.

It could be the grass grasshopper that Mr. Lin had casually folded up during his morning run, or it could be Mrs. Lin coming to invite him to share a meal while saying with a hint of complaint that her husband wasn’t eating breakfast again.

Mr. Lin taught him to recite the periodic table of elements, and Mrs. Lin taught him to play the piano. Both husband and wife were equally gentle, even if Wang Xuan was a little clumsy at first. He had to memorize it in his heart because he couldn’t speak, or write it down on paper. They were both very patient and were never angry. When he learned a little, they would encourage and praise him, as if he had done something great.

Wang Xuan was getting better and better every day, not only in terms of his health but also in terms of his spirit. He used to go home at night in silence and exhaustion, but now Wang Xuan could walk forward while memorizing the piano music Mrs. Lin had taught him or reciting the periodic table of elements in his mind.

Even though he still couldn’t speak, his heart was full of joy.

He didn’t like these things that much, but he liked kind praises that Mr. and Mrs. Lin gave him after he’s memorized them.

Not because he wanted the praise, but because it was from Mr. and Mrs. Lin.

Wang Xuan started to get incredibly close to Mr. and Mrs. Lin. Even though it was clear that they weren’t from the same world, he still yearned to get close to them.

He had never voiced the hidden thoughts in his mind because he felt ashamed and embarrassed. Mr. and Mrs. Lin, they were very much like the parental figures he had often imagined when he was younger.

Decent, gentle, patient, and seemingly good at everything. The way they looked at him was always gentle, and no matter what happened, they were so reliable.

Wang Xuan started to dream, but unlike the nightmares he used to have when he was a child, he was having beautiful dreams.

In the dream, he was Mr. and Mrs. Lin’s child. They loved him and lived happily as a family of three.

The happier he was in his dream, the more lost he felt when he woke up. The reality was right in front of him, he wasn’t Mr. and Mrs. Lin’s child, his parents were someone else, still in the distant capital.

Wang Xuan could only collect his dreams, stand in front of the half-broken mirror and look at himself. Then, he brushed his teeth, washed his face and went out to work.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin only came for some inspiration, they would always leave one day. But, before they did, he wanted to spend quality time with them.

Wang Xuan was preparing a farewell gift for Mr. and Mrs. Lin. He had always been very stingy with money, because he had plans for the future. He hated spending a penny and protected his money like a miser. He was reluctant to spend it for himself, let alone other people.

But this time was an exception as it was Mr. and Mrs. Lin.

Wang Xuan made the decision. Instead of pushing his cart out on a Sunday when there wasn’t much business from students on a holiday, he went to the mall.

Mr. Lin should be given a pen. Mr. Lin would always remember something so suddenly during his run, and took out a pen and some paper in his pocket to write it down. He once said that it was his job to write down brilliant ideas, and Wang Xuan laughed for a long time at this humorous remark.

Mrs. Lin should be given a scarf. She was a little weak, and Mr. Lin needed to boil traditional Chinese medicine for his wife every day. In March, it was still so cold in the mornings. Mrs. Lin still wanted to paint so she really needed to keep warm.

Wang Xuan didn’t knit the scarf himself. He thought that knitting it himself would be too cheap, so he carefully selected a scarf that was warm and not too thick that people couldn’t breathe. Wang Xuan imagined the look on Mr. and Mrs. Lin’s face as they happily received the gift and carried the bag back with a little smile.

He mentally recited the periodic table of elements and walked all the way back with ease, his hands gently tapping the rhythm as Mr. Lin had taught him.

But just before he got to the building, his face suddenly turned pale.

A car was parked in front of the entrance on the ground floor.

It was a familiar scene. Just as it was the day Mr. and Mrs. Lam arrived.

Are they leaving?

Wang Xuan had been thinking about this day for a long time, but he never imagined that it would come so soon.

He thought he could easily send the two off and still give the gifts bearing his feelings. But the intense reluctance and emptiness in his heart told Wang Xuan otherwise.

He couldn’t bear it.

He couldn’t let go of Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin.

He really wanted to be willful for once. He wanted to rush up to the two and ask if they could stay, even if it was just for a little longer, just a little more time.

But in the end, Wang Xuan hung his head, dejected and lost. He walked up with heavy steps, intending to give his farewell gift to Mr. and Mrs. Lin.

“Is this for me? Thank you, it’s so warm!”

The first to appear was Mrs. Lin, whose beautiful, elegant face revealed undisguised delight upon receiving the gift. She threw the scarf around her neck almost immediately, full of joy.

Wang Xuan handed over another bag as well, using sign language to indicate that it was for Mr. Lin. They were farewell gifts for them.

“Farewell?”

Mrs. Lin’s face looked puzzled, “We aren’t going anywhere.”

‘No?’

Wang Xuan’s dull eyes light up a little.

‘But what about that car?’

In the next moment, an old lady with white hair came out of the house and immediately saw Wang Xuan. Her wrinkled face instantly broke into a smile and she walked up to Wang Xuan, hugged him and patted him on the back, her tone full of affection and closeness.

“This is Xuan Xuan, isn’t it? Oh this child, he looks intelligent!”

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