Nannan thought for a moment and gave a very serious answer, "I'm afraid you don't have what you want."
Fu Xiaoxiao stood there dumbfounded for a full two minutes, as if she had encountered the most incomprehensible situation of her life. She staggered back two steps, feeling as if her worldview had collapsed.
How could anyone not have Ultraman and a remote-controlled car?!
That's so weird! (゜ー゜)
"Then, what can I do here?" Fu Xiaoxiao's face was wrinkled, and her voice carried a hint of grievance.
Nannan hadn't expected Fu Xiaoxiao's wailing and crying that day, so he reluctantly gave in, walked to the bookshelf, found a book he thought was the easiest to understand, and placed it in front of Fu Xiaoxiao, saying, "You can read this."
Fu Xiaoxiao pouted and reluctantly turned to the first page of the book.
Seeing that Fu Xiaoxiao had quieted down, Nannan thought he had been coaxed. However, two minutes later, Fu Xiaoxiao pushed the book in front of him and asked, puzzled, "I can't understand the words in this book. Can you tell me what story it is?"
Nannan:????
His lips twitched twice, and he asked with his eyes, "You can't even understand this?"
Fu Xiaoxiao didn't receive this message, so she pushed the book forward again, swaying her chubby body, and urged, "Hurry up and tell the story!"
Nannan is naturally intelligent and mature, and he can't get along with people his own age, let alone Fu Xiaoxiao, who is a year younger than him.
He looked at Fu Xiaoxiao, helplessly accepting the fact, and took out a book to tell Fu Xiaoxiao stories, trying to teach him some simple words.
But Fu Xiaoxiao felt that he was deliberately causing trouble, so she pouted and threw a tantrum.
Nannan had no other choice but to resign herself to reading to Fu Xiaoxiao, forcing herself to answer all sorts of strange questions.
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Nannan's mother was a loyal fan of Su Huaiming. When her idol came to her home, she was so excited that she almost fell over. She couldn't sit still and wanted to bring all the good things in the house to Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming smiled helplessly and started talking about the gifts he had brought, hoping to distract Nannan's mother.
Before giving the gift, Su Huaiming specifically asked Zhou Hanyan for his opinion, and despite his embarrassment, prepared some of his personal merchandise and even thoughtfully signed it.
Nannan's mother was silent for a few seconds, then carefully held the items in her hands, her eyes reddening.
Su Huaiming was immediately stunned and frantically tried to calm her down.
Nannan's mother took a deep breath, suppressing her tears. Holding Su Huaiming's belongings, she pushed open the innermost door and said, "I will definitely keep them safe!"
Su Huaiming hadn't anticipated what kind of scene he would face next, but he followed along.
When he stood at the door and looked at the scene inside, he was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.
It was a very small room, but the walls were covered with all sorts of posters of his, some of which were hand-drawn.
In addition to posters, there was also a display case next to it containing items related to him.
For fans, this is a happy place to follow their idols.
But for celebrities, it's a humiliating hell!
Nannan's mother was so excited that her mind went blank. When she saw Su Huaiming standing at the door, she warmly invited him in.
"I have all your posters, and I even drew some pictures for you. Come in and take a look."
Su Huaiming's lips twitched twice. Not wanting to spoil Nannan's mother's good mood, he forced himself to go inside.
As he stood in the center of the room, looking at the walls covered with posters, he felt as if countless versions of himself, big and small, were watching him from all directions.
Su Huaiming:!! Help!
Nannan's mother, completely oblivious to this, excitedly pointed to the poster at the front and said, "I remember this is a promotional photo you took for a jewelry brand. It's so great! Aren't you quite satisfied with it?"
"..."
I'm quite satisfied.
He was so satisfied he wanted to ram his head into it!
If he's guilty, punish him according to the law, instead of letting him be so ashamed that he wants to die along with the poster!
Chapter 74
Su Huaiming didn't move, but every cell in his body was struggling; he was practically screaming "I want to escape!" on his forehead.
Nannan's mother was incredibly excited, lost in her own world, and didn't notice Su Huaiming's unusual expression. She continued, "When I saw this poster, I felt you were like a fawn newly arrived in the world, your eyes clean and clear, untouched by any worldly dust. This poster perfectly captures that quality, and this luxurious outfit makes you even more vibrant... I've discovered that you're very suited to bright colors and intricate patterns; the greater the contrast, the more it highlights your elegance!"
Nannan's mother suddenly adopted a literary tone, each word making Su Huaiming feel suffocated with embarrassment. "When I saw this poster, a lot of thoughts popped into my head, and that's when I became a fan of yours."
Su Huaiming: "..."
Thank you for your praise and appreciation, but isn't that a bit too much?
Nannan's mother had said so much, he felt he had to respond out of politeness.
Su Huaiming gave a dry laugh and forced a smile, saying, "Actually, it's the photographer's doing. I'm not like this poster."
Nannan's mother suddenly became anxious, her eyes widening, and said firmly, "No, even the most talented creators need inspiration and nurturing soil. Don't underestimate yourself; someone else couldn't capture this feeling!"
Nannan's mother became increasingly agitated as she spoke, leaning forward uncontrollably. Su Huaiming, startled by her imposing manner, took a few steps back and repeatedly apologized, "Yes, yes, I understand now."
Only then did Nannan's mother let Su Huaiming go.
She stood before the poster, her eyes sparkling, hands clasped to her chest, her voice filled with longing, "I can understand how photographers feel. To encounter a muse and create a work that satisfies you is something so exciting it can keep you up at night!"
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming suddenly felt a chasm between him and Nannan's mother.
Nannan's mother was praising him, but he wasn't important; or rather, he had become an image and a symbol, and anyone else could have been replaced.
But it was indeed him who suffered!
Hearing someone shower you with ridiculously flattering praise to your face is practically one of the ten most cruel tortures!
Moreover, Nannan's mother became increasingly fanatical, using extremely exaggerated language to the point that made Su Huaiming's scalp tingle and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Nannan's mother's eyes shone brightly, full of energy; Su Huaiming, however, seemed to have lost all color, his gaze was dull, and he was completely listless, becoming sticky and limp.
He just wanted to escape the room, but Nannan's mother grabbed his arm and forced him to look at the posters he had taken and the highlights from variety shows one by one.
It felt like I was walking on pins and needles, like a lump in my throat!
Su Huaiming was afraid he would die in this room and couldn't bear it any longer. He was about to say goodbye to Nannan's mother and force himself to leave when his gaze suddenly fell on a poster pasted in the corner.
As he approached, he realized that the poster was actually hand-drawn. He was unrestrained and flamboyant, with bright blue hair, sparkling crystal earrings, and youthful and free spirit in his eyes and brows, looking at the camera with a mischievous grin.
Holding a guitar in his arms, wearing a cool black jacket, he stood on the stage with one leg bent and the other casually extended. Just looking at the scene, you could feel the energy and passion of the music.
Su Huaiming frowned slightly.
The person in the painting is exactly the same as him in real life. When I first saw it, I was momentarily confused and thought I had taken a picture of such a poster before, but upon closer inspection, I realized that I had not.
A thought crossed Su Huaiming's mind, and he asked Nannan's mother, "This is...?"
Nannan's mother smiled sheepishly and said shyly, "I drew this."
Su Huaiming opened his mouth in surprise and let out a silent "Wow".
He had just heard Nannan's mother praise his poster and analyze the photographer's psychology, and he vaguely sensed something. Now that he thinks about it, the reason Nannan's mother was so excited was because she put herself in the same position and couldn't help but empathize.
"You drew it really well," Su Huaiming said sincerely. "I thought it was a poster I had done before."
Nannan's mother said with a smile, "I'm an illustrator. I was having a creative block before, and nothing I drew felt right. By chance, I saw your poster and instantly felt inspired to create. This poster is what I drew back then, and I've drawn so many more."
Nan's mother smiled, her expression revealing longing.
During that period, she was full of inspiration and energy, painting almost day and night without feeling tired. It was precisely because of this state that she was able to complete the album on time and also paint many Su Huaiming.
Thinking of this, Nannan's mother felt a little regretful and couldn't help but say, "Su Huaiming, don't you want to try other styles? Although you haven't tried them before, this rock style suits you very well. I've also drawn other different styles, and they were all amazing. You're like a blank canvas that can be painted with any color, creating many possibilities."
Nannan's mother remarked with deep emotion, "Life is only once, so you absolutely cannot waste time. You must be brave enough to try any style, so you won't have any regrets."
When Nannan's mother said this, she seemed to be glowing.
She possesses an indescribable innocence, not out of naiveté, but rather an unconstrained by age, always maintaining a positive and optimistic attitude.
Like a child, she is untainted by worldly corruption, unconstrained by rules and regulations, and never discouraged by repeated failures. When faced with thorns, she will open her arms without hesitation and embrace them warmly. Even if she has been hurt, she will not be cowardly and will always try again.
Su Huaiming really liked this personality trait, and he was glad that Nannan's mother had been able to maintain it.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shame within him, and remained in the room, obediently listening to Nannan's mother shower him with compliments.
Fu Jingfan crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, his gaze fixed on Su Huaiming, not missing a single expression on his face.
He didn't step into the room or make a sound, trying to minimize his presence and not wanting to provoke Su Huaiming any further. However, he couldn't leave Su Huaiming's side; the room also held an indescribable attraction for him.
Nannan's mother kept talking until her mouth became dry, and she couldn't help but cough a few times.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Huaiming used the excuse of "pouring a glass of water" to escape from the room.
After Su Huaiming left, Fu Jingfan slowly walked forward, tilting his head slightly and focusing intently on Su Huaiming on the poster.
Seeing this, Nannan's mother was so touched that her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but smile like a doting aunt.
Suddenly, she thought of something, picked up a catalog from the display case, and walked towards Fu Jingfan.
"I drew both of you yesterday." Nannan's mother opened the photo album and handed it to Fu Jingfan with a smile.
Fu Jingfan took it, his gaze fixed intently on the painting of himself and Su Huaiming.
He and Su Huaiming were standing side by side in front of the kitchen counter. Su Huaiming was wearing a shirt that was loose underneath, making his shoulders and back look very thin.
Su Huaiming turned slightly to the side, raising his arm to help Fu Jingfan roll up his sleeves. Because of the angle, only his profile was visible, so his expression was not.
Fu Jingfan's gaze moved upwards and fell upon his reflection in the painting.
He frowned slightly.
In the painting, his lips are slightly curved, and the tenderness in his eyes is almost overflowing. His movements are careful, as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.
Is this... him?
Fu Jingfan sensed a sense of unfamiliarity and didn't think he would show such an expression.
Seeing Fu Jingfan watching so intently, Nannan's mother couldn't help but ship the two. "I went back and rewatched the live stream, and I thought this scene was especially heartwarming, so I drew it."
"Was this drawn based on the live stream?" Fu Jingfan asked cryptically.
Nannan's mother didn't grasp Fu Jingfan's true meaning; she simply nodded, "Yes."
Fu Jingfan didn't press further, but paused before asking, "Can I have this painting?"
Hearing this, Nannan's mother's smile practically lit up. "Of course!"