Chapter 809 - This Is Life (1/2)

Chapter 809: This Is Life

While everyone was talking about Wu Hai, he was being surrounded by a group of little kids that were chattering away without a stop.

“Uncle mustache, are you a very good painter?”

“Uncle mustache, look here. Look here.”

“My mom cooked today. She wanted to treat you to some Box Fried Bread. My mom’s Box Fried Bread is very good.”

A group of kids of about four to five years old were surrounding Wu Hai. From the way they spoke, it was obvious that they were quite close to Wu Hai. One of them was even brave enough to pull at Wu Hai’s mustache.

Ever since the unknown girl had mentioned that Wu Hai’s mustache gave off a sense of security, he had been taking great care of his mustache, even though the girl had subsequently stopped visiting Yuan Zhou’s restaurant for an unknown reason.

Zheng Jiawei once tried to find out the reason. It was rumored that she might have moved somewhere else, or it might be some other reason. There were many customers in Yuan Zhou’s restaurant but for various reasons, some of them would only encounter each other once.

Wu Hai felt quite weird as well. He could not understand why would he care so deeply about the evaluation of a stranger when he was not one who minded his appearances.

“Ok, ok. Go play somewhere else. I’m going to start painting,” Wu Hai chased the kids away.

The children of the mountains were rather wild in nature. This was apparent from their mud-stained clothes. When the kids heard this, they all ran to the side and started painting as well. The painting papers and brushes they used were all provided by Wu Hai.

Or to be precise, these papers and brushes were brought here by Zheng Jiawei after Wu Hai told him to buy these items from a town several kilometers away.

For some unknown reason, perhaps this was in the genes of humanity, kids tend to enjoy painting.

Wu Hai had previously seen a photo of a mountain village that was very pretty, greatly stimulating his desire to paint this village.

And thus, he got Zheng Jiawei to plan his painting trip to this village. His initial plan was to stay here for a week. After all, for Wu Hai, life without Yuan Zhou’s restaurant was torture.

But two weeks had passed since then yet Wu Hai was still at the village. The reason for that was quite complicated.

“Ah Hai, I bought what you wanted to eat,” Zheng Jiawei came with a bag.

“Why are you so slow?” Wu Hai complained as he took the bag. The bag was half-filled with beef jerky and fruit candies. These two were the foods that had been helping Wu Hai survive his life at the mountain village.

“The one o clock bus came late,” Zheng Jiawei explained and asked, “You got a new inspiration again?”

“Perhaps. Who knows. I will know after I start painting.” Wu Hai then got Zheng Jiawei to move aside. After all, he disliked disturbances when painting.

During the past two weeks, Wu Hai had finished five paintings. He would usually take half a year to paint this much.

By the side, Zheng Jiawei was teaching the mountain kids how to paint.

As Wu Hai’s manager, Zheng Jiawei still knew something about painting. After all, when you stay by the side of a person for a long time, you would learn inevitably learn something from that person. In any case, Zheng Jiawei was an expert in art appraisal as he had been the one to decide the price of each of Wu Hai’s paintings.

Even Jiang Changxi and Ling Hong both agreed that Zheng Jiawei was an exceptional manager.

“Ah Hai is a person that speaks tough words but has a gentle heart. He obviously wants to teach the mountain kids how to paint. That was why he told me to go buy the items required for the kids. But he keeps insisting that he merely wants the kids to leave him alone,” Zheng Jiawei muttered while gazing at the painting Wu Hai was working on.

The mountain village had a very beautiful view. In Wu Hai’s painting, lush vegetations, verdant hills, and limpid water could be seen. And to the distant, shepherds could be seen tending to their flock.