Xi Minghui’s father, Xi Guoyou, heard the words with some anger, "If we knew we’d regret it later, look at the big mess they’ve caused!"
But Yu Zhensheng shook his head and said to him, "Guoyou, you can’t blame them for this. The children actually did nothing wrong; they just didn’t realize how complex reality is."
Was it really Yu Hang and the others’ fault?
They were young and passionate, acting bravely on their sense of justice, unaware of the adult darkness they couldn’t comprehend.
Madam Yu also sighed.
It was one of the reasons they sent Yu Hang and the others away, not willing to let them stay here and face those unpleasant realities. She hoped her son could maintain his pure heart as he grew up.
"Let’s take a look, at least we can see Xiao Hang and Minghui’s level of appreciation," she looked at Xiao Miu, "Xiao Miu, the painting?"
Xiao Miu hurriedly went to get the painting.
Mrs. Xi went to help, "Open it and have a look."
Her sister was right, at least she wanted to see for herself what the painting her son had praised and specially delivered looked like.
The painting slowly unfurled.
Madam Yu and Xi Guoyou both came over and just then, a gust of wind brought a splash of water vapor over, chilling their faces.
They were all stunned for a moment.
And then thought it was just their imagination.
A vast mountainous landscape unfolded before their eyes.
Nearby, at the foot of the slopes, there were several flowering trees that looked like peach blossoms.
Mrs. Xi, who happened to be standing on this side, exclaimed, "I seem to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms."
The scent was faint, eluding her when she tried to catch it, but just as she was about to give up, it lingered gently in her nose.
Xi Guoyou wiped his face and looked at his own palm, which was dry, without any wetness. But why did he just feel a mist of water on his face?
They had visited waterfalls before, and standing too close would result in a face splashed with cool, misty water.
Madam Yu called her husband over in surprise, "Zhensheng, Zhensheng, come and take a look!"
Yu Zhensheng saw their strange expressions and became curious, so he got up and came over. What he saw also left him astonished.
Chiang Xiao had not expected Yu Zhensheng to personally come to G Province.
When the teacher informed Yu Hang and Xi Minghui to go to the principal’s office, saying that Yu’s father had come to see them, both Yu Hang and Xi Minghui were visibly excited, then turned to look at her together, eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.
A week had passed since the painting was sent out.
Yu Zhensheng’s sudden personal visit—what did it imply?
Upon seeing their reactions, Liu Guoying lost his patience, "Yu Hang! Xi Minghui! Aren’t you going out yet? Do you two need Chiang Xiao’s nod of approval to see your own dad?"
The whole class buried their heads and snickered.
Class Monitor Hong Liang remarked, "Our Chiang Xiao doesn’t seem like a housekeeper!"
Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes and felt utterly helpless before the teacher.
Yu Hang smiled and looked at Chiang Xiao again. Chiang Xiao understood what his look meant—should she come to meet his dad?
The situation was still unclear, what was she to do seeing Yu’s father now?
She’d better wait for them to come back.
Yu Zhensheng sat across from Fu Mingfeng, inquiring about Yu Hang’s and Xi Minghui’s performance at Sanzhong over the past two months.
Fu Mingfeng naturally knew about their situation, as they were somewhat special students at the school.
"Quite good, Mr. Yu indeed doesn’t have a son that falls short of his father. Yu Hang ranked first in his first test, and I have heard that he often ranked first at his previous school in N Province as well. Moreover, to be able to play sports so well in addition to studying is even more impressive."
"Academically, he’s fine, and he plays sports to avoid becoming a bookworm. Xi Minghui is a little more well-rounded, though he usually ranks second academically."