Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 274 - 273: Is His Wife’s Hand Too Tender? Mr. Gu Grabs the Brush to Clean in Public!
Liu Meihua was dragged away like a dead dog.
The yard was finally quiet.
But the people hadn’t dispersed yet.
The parents who were so anxious just now were now all excited with flushed faces.
It was more thrilling than watching a drama.
"Serves her right!"
Shi mother spat on the ground fiercely.
"She always acts high and mighty because of her vice-principal title, looking down on others."
"Hit a tough wall this time, didn’t she?"
Su Qing held the pamphlet Lin Wan Yi had just handed out in her arms.
As if it were a gold brick.
She nudged Shi mother with her elbow.
"Alright, say less."
"Don’t let the leaders hear and think the families in our compound are uncultured."
Shi mother pouted, not daring to curse further.
Everyone’s eyes unconsciously shifted back to the wall base again.
Lin Wan Yi was preparing to bend down to pick up the bucket on the ground.
The bucket was full of muddy water left from washing brushes.
Dirty.
Heavy.
A lot of paint powder was spilled on the floor for blending colors earlier, and with so many people stepping around, it was a mess.
A big hand was faster than her.
Directly grabbing the handle of the bucket.
Lin Wan Yi was stunned.
She followed the calloused hand upwards.
It was Gu Yanshen.
His military uniform was neat and didn’t have a single crease.
The discipline buckle was fastened tightly.
That’s the dignity of a soldier.
But now.
He was holding that dirty plastic bucket in one hand.
The other hand, directly picked up the brush covered in black soot from the bottom of the pot.
"I’ll do it."
Two words.
No room for negotiation.
Lin Wan Yi looked at his cuffs.
The fabric was indeed durable, non-absorbent, but if ink got on it, it would be hard to clean.
"It’s dirty."
Lin Wan Yi reached out to grab the brush.
"Your clothes are newly issued."
Gu Yanshen turned his body to the side.
Avoiding her hand.
He said nothing.
Just crouched down.
The "living Yama" that made enemies tremble on the battlefield.
The Gu Commander at the National Defense University that gives students leg cramps.
Now.
Crouching unceremoniously on the concrete ground of the kindergarten. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
He dipped the brush into the bucket.
"Splash, splash."
He washed it seriously.
He picked up a few colored rags nearby.
Wringing them dry.
Wiping off the mud spots on the scaffold.
The movements were so practiced it made people feel bad.
Lin Wan Yi stood next to him, becoming a bystander instead.
The surrounding air turned sour.
Shi mother almost had her eyes pop out.
She suddenly turned her head, looking at her husband standing on the side smoking, as if nothing had happened.
Fury rose within her.
"Look at them!"
Shi mother’s voice was loud, startling Shi father so much that his cigarette fell.
"Look at what?"
Shi father was puzzled.
"Look at Mr. Gu!"
Shi mother pointed at Gu Yanshen squatting on the ground.
"He is a commander! A great hero!"
"He knows to help his wife with work at home, knows to care that her hands are tender and can’t touch cold water!"
"And you?"
Shi mother got angrier as she spoke, almost wanting to kick her husband twice.
"At home, you just wait to eat and drink!"
"You wouldn’t even pick up a tripped oil bottle!"
"Both are soldiers, why is the gap so big?"
Shi father’s face turned liver-colored with anger.
He looked at Gu Yanshen, then at his fierce wife.
Struggling for a long time.
"That’s... that’s because she’s capable!"
Shi father stiffened his neck.
"Sister-in-law can paint, can make the director happy!"
"If you could do that, I’d wash your feet too!"
"Hey! You dare talk back!"
Shi mother rolled up her sleeves, ready to go at him.
The surroundings burst into laughter.
Su Qing laughed too.
She looked at Lin Wan Yi, overflowing with envy.
"Wanyi."
Su Qing leaned over, lowering her voice.
"Your life is just too good to describe."
"I almost peed myself from fear earlier."
"But when your Mr. Gu stood there, he was like a stabilizing force."
"And now he’s even taking care of this mess completely."
Lin Wan Yi looked at the broad back.
Her heart warmed.
She said nothing, but took out a handkerchief from her pocket.
Walked over.
Bent down.
Wiped the sweat from Gu Yanshen’s forehead.
Gu Yanshen paused.
Didn’t dodge.
Didn’t lift his head.
But held the rag in his hand tighter.
He wiped away the last stain of paint.
Stood up.
Poured the dirty water into the drain.
Then walked to Lin Wan Yi.
Handed the now clean brush bucket to her.
"Let’s go home."
He said.
"Okay."
Lin Wan Yi took the bucket.
The two stood side by side.
One tall and stern.
One delicate and resilient.
So perfectly matched that it was hard to look away.
Just at this moment.
"Cough, cough."
Two deliberate coughs came from behind.
Lin Wan Yi turned her head.
Director Qian was standing a few steps away.
The Demon Lord of Mayhem named Qian Xiaobao had already been forcibly put into the car by the guards.
Still banging on the window inside the car.
Director Qian stood with his hands behind his back.
The thunderous rage he had when facing Liu Meihua was gone from his face.
In its place.
Was an expression of complexity.
It held appreciation.
Gratitude.
And a touch of embarrassment.
"Mr. Lin."
Director Qian spoke.
"May I have a word?"
Gu Yanshen glanced at Director Qian.
He looked again at Lin Wan Yi.
Lin Wan Yi nodded.
Gu Yanshen said nothing, carrying his things, leading Gu An, and stepped aside a few meters.
Leaving space for them.
Lin Wan Yi put down the paintbrush she was holding.
She brushed off the dust on her hands.
"Director Qian."
She looked calmly at the old man who held the lifeline of the city’s education.
Without any stage fright.
"Do you have any instructions?"
"Instructions aren’t quite right."
Director Qian waved his hand.
He took out the small booklet he’d borrowed.
His movement was gentle.
As if handling a fragile antique.
"This item..."
Director Qian rubbed the cover with the little tiger drawn on it.
"Did you really figure it out yourself?"
Lin Wan Yi nodded.
"Yes."
"The child is too young, can’t sit still to recognize characters."
"I thought to paint the characters into the picture."
"Let him feel like he’s playing, not learning."
"Playing..."
Director Qian repeated the word.
He sighed.
A long sigh.
"I never thought of that aspect."
Director Qian smiled bitterly.
All the wrinkles on his face bunched together.
It made him appear a bit fatigued.
"As for my grandson, you’ve seen him."
"He rules the household as a tyrant."
"Can’t be hit, can’t be scolded."
"When I make him recite quotations, do arithmetic, he can cry all day long."
"Turns the household into chaos."
"As a director, I can manage thousands of teachers but can’t control this one kid."
Director Qian raised his head.
Looking at Lin Wan Yi.
His eyes were full of sincerity.
"Today, thank you."
These three words carried significant weight.
It was gratitude from an elder revolutionary in a high position to a younger generation.
"Without this wall, without this booklet."
"I might still believe the child is dumb, the child is disobedient."
"You taught me a lesson."
Lin Wan Yi smiled slightly.
Neither humble nor pushy.
"Director, you’re too kind."
"I’m just a mother who thought a bit more."
"What a bit more it is."
Director Qian carefully put the small booklet back into his pocket.
Keeping it close.
He turned around.
Looking at the vibrantly colored wall.
At the big black bear wearing suspenders.
At the German Shepherd Dog wearing a police cap.
That was a color never seen in this era.
Alive.
Vivid.
Filled with a vitality that warms the heart.
Director Qian watched for a while.
His gaze suddenly became a bit unfocused.
As if seeing something beyond the wall.
He sighed again.
This time.
The sigh was heavier.
Lin Wan Yi keenly noticed the change in emotion.
"Director?"
She tentatively asked.
"Do you find anything improper?"
"No."
Director Qian shook his head.
"It’s painted excellently."
"Precisely because it’s painted so well."
He turned his head.
Looking at Lin Wan Yi.
"Mr. Lin."
"Your painting can calm children’s tantrums."
"Can make that Demon Lord of Mayhem sit quietly and memorize."
Director Qian paused.
His hand gestured in the air.
"Could it..."
"Cure an old man’s heartache?"
Lin Wan Yi was taken aback.
"An old man’s heartache?"
Director Qian clasped his hands behind his back.
Looking at the sun about to set in the distance.
It was the winter sunset.
Red as blood.
But carried a faint sense of melancholy of not being able to hold on.
"My old comrades."
Director Qian’s voice lowered.
Raspy.
"One by one, they’ve retired."
"They were roaring tigers on the battlefield back then."
"And now?"
"Locked inside a compound, raising birds or playing chess."
"Or staring blankly at newspapers."
"Their days pass like plain water."
"Tasteless."
Director Qian turned around.
Pointing at the German Shepherd Dog saluting on the wall.
"When Xiaobao shouted ’soldier’ just now."
"My heart skipped a beat."
"This color, this spirit."
"If only they could see it too..."
Director Qian looked at Lin Wan Yi.
His eyes carried a hint of hope.
"Mr. Lin."
"Since you can create an Animal City for children."
"Can you..."
"Paint something for these retired old bones too?"
