Fu Shizhao had secretly hidden the drawing board in the bathroom and made a digital call to their foster father when Tang Sheng and Tang Minghuai went for a walk.

The digital watches that Uncle Tang had given to him and Tang Mian were not cheap, and he knew that his father might feel uncomfortable about it, but they did need these items as they were about to start kindergarten, so he accepted them. But he knew that his foster father would never accept any extra money.

In his previous life, his foster father was very thrifty with his own expenses, but he was never stingy with Fu Shizhao’s pocket money. The most common phrase he heard was, “Buy something nice for Mian Mian.” If he asked his foster father to bring back something to give to Tang Mian, he would be delighted for a long time.

His foster father was like that. When someone was good to him, he remembered it for a lifetime.

It was because of this personality that his foster father got involved with a little troublemaker like him. His foster father had never married and saved all his money to leave it for his grown-up self.

These children’s drawing boards weren’t expensive, and the variety was quite limited, but his foster father spent a lot of time picking one out. He eventually bought the most expensive and cutest-looking one.

After being reborn for just over a day, he had probably figured out all the toys Tang Mian currently had. While he had many brushes for drawing on paper, there wasn’t a drawing board like this one. This might be because Tang Mian was still quite young, and his parents hadn’t discovered his talent for drawing yet.

They were more inclined to buy musical instruments for Tang Mian, as he had some hearing problems in one ear. Drawing was a quiet activity, and musical instruments that made sounds provided more “stimulation” for him. Unfortunately, Tang Mian hadn’t shown any skill in music, or perhaps… he was tone-deaf. As far as Fu Shizhao could recall, the only song Tang Mian had sung was the “Happy Birthday” song.

Interestingly, in his previous life, he had learned quite a few musical instruments while following Tang Mian. When Tang Mian was little, he loved listening to him sing. Sometimes, when Tang Mian was in a bad mood or had been upset, he could calm him down with a song.

Fu Shizhao suspected it was because he often practiced singing before bedtime, and Tang Mian had come to associate it with a lullaby. That’s why his singing had a special soothing effect on Tang Mian.

Later, in high school, he had participated in talent shows, with Tang Mian sitting in the audience. However, Tang Mian had kept his head down, engrossed in his phone, which he noticed clearly from the stage.

After that, he had never performed in front of outsiders, nor had he played any instruments or sung.

Tang Mian’s eyes lit up as he held the children’s drawing board. He picked up a pen and asked, “When did you buy this?”

He naturally knew what it was; he had played with one in his previous life. It’s just that they didn’t seem to have one of these in their house right now.

At three years old, his parents were probably in the stage of buying many toys or instruments that made sounds to stimulate his hearing. They hadn’t discovered his talent for drawing yet.

Although it was a children’s toy, it was quite fun and could be enjoyed by adults as well. It was much better than the hand-drawn screen his brother had bought, at least he could play with this one instead of just looking at it.

Fu Shizhao replied obediently, “Dad brought it back in the evening. He saw it while he was out earlier and wanted to give it to big brother.”

Tang Mian nodded with great satisfaction, thinking that his little brother hadn’t let him down. He relaxed a bit in front of Fu Shizhao and casually said, “Thanks, I really like it.”

After saying it, he realized that his words didn’t quite fit the style of a three-year-old him. He glanced nervously at Fu Shizhao, who was sitting opposite him, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw his brother still smiling.

Fu Shizhao was just a three-year-old child now, and he probably wouldn’t notice even if he accidentally revealed something. There was no need to be so nervous.

Tang Mian lowered his head again and started drawing carefully on the board. Soon, a much cuter little dog than the one on the wall earlier appeared on the board. Then, with a smile, he wrote “Zhao Zhao” on it.

However, this time he didn’t show it to Fu Shizhao; he just did it for his own amusement. If he showed it to Fu Shizhao, it would be too obvious.

It was difficult to draw a dog like this without some drawing skills. In the afternoon, he had lashed out at Fu Shizhao because he remembered some unpleasant memories and had unconsciously vented his anger on his younger self.

But now, he was in a very good mood, and this good mood was brought to him by Fu Shizhao.

Thinking about how Fu Shizhao had looked with flowers in his ears that day, Tang Mian added a flower to the dog’s ear with a smile.

After completing all this, Tang Mian cleared the drawing board and continued to draw something else, feeling content.

This drawing board was truly amazing, and it allowed him to “erase the evidence” quickly. He didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing drawings that were beyond the skill level of a three-year-old.

In his previous life, when trouble struck the Tang family, he had never picked up a paintbrush again. Even after Tang Caihua’s family was sent to prison, he couldn’t escape from those memories, and he dared not open the drawing tools he had locked away.

He was afraid that as soon as he saw those things, he would be reminded of the time he was preparing for the art college entrance exam back in high school, when his family was still intact.

Now, things were different. Everything had yet to begin, and he could do what he loved again. Although his hands were a bit rusty, he was still more than capable of playing with a children’s drawing board.

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Seeing that the light in the children’s room was still on, the housemaid walked over and gently pushed the door open. She found Tang Mian sitting on the bed, engrossed in something in his hands, while Fu Shizhao was huddled under the blanket, watching Tang Mian intently.

Both of them were distracted by the sudden intrusion of the housemaid.

Tang Mian quickly cleared the chibi version of Fu Shizhao from the drawing board and hastily drew a crooked dog.

The housemaid approached the bed, puzzled, and saw what was on Tang Mian’s drawing board.

She smiled and asked, “Is this Young Master’s new drawing board? It looks really nice.”

She helped take care of the two little ones in the house every day, so she knew all the toys they had. She was certain that she hadn’t seen this drawing board before. Could it be that Young Master had bought it?

But the eldest young master had gone upstairs to do his homework after dinner and hadn’t left the house. It was said that the teacher had assigned a lot of homework for tonight, and if he didn’t finish it quickly, he might have to stay up very late.

“It’s a gift from Zhao Zhao,” Tang Mian replied, shaking his little feet.

The housemaid glanced at Fu Shizhao, who was sitting obediently on the other side, and understood. The two little friends had a really good relationship. However, it was getting late.

“How about we continue drawing tomorrow? It’s time to sleep now. If you don’t sleep on time, you’ll be tired tomorrow,” the housemaid said, bending down to rub Tang Mian’s little head.

Tang Mian obediently placed the drawing board on the bedside table and crawled into his small blanket. Although he wanted to play with the drawing board a bit more, it was indeed time to sleep. He had been yawning non-stop.

He could continue drawing tomorrow…

Fu Shizhao, who was next to him, also yawned and crawled into his own blanket. Tonight, his foster father had said that his wound was healing well, and in a few more days, he should be able to remove the obstructive partition and sleep in the same bed as Tang Mian.

The housemaid tucked the two little ones in and quietly turned off the light before leaving the room.

As she passed by Tang Sheng’s door, Tang Sheng happened to come out.

“Has the eldest young master finished his homework?” the housemaid casually inquired.

Tang Sheng shook his head. “Not yet. I came out to relax a bit.”

Then, Tang Sheng’s gaze fell on the door to the children’s room, and he casually asked, “Have they gone to sleep?”

Tonight, Tang Mian didn’t come to his room to find him.

The housemaid nodded and shared with a smile, “Zhao Zhao gave the young master a drawing board, and he really likes it. If I hadn’t gone to remind him, he wouldn’t want to go to bed.”

Tang Sheng was taken aback. “A drawing board?”

The housemaid explained, “It’s the kind of children’s drawing board I showed you in the evening.”

Tang Sheng pursed his lips, unable to describe the feelings in his heart at the moment.

He had originally planned to take his desk mate outside of school tomorrow to help pick a children’s drawing board for Tang Mian. He was afraid that he would pick one that Tang Mian wouldn’t like. But now… someone else had beaten him to it.

Tang Sheng was feeling quite frustrated. He turned and pushed open the door behind him, his voice sounding somewhat down, “I’ll go back to continue my homework.”

The housemaid didn’t notice his change in mood and nodded, saying, “Alright.”