a mistake

Cheng Jingming was finally discharged from the hospital. Fang Nancuo and him sat in the nanny's car and drove out of the hospital slowly.For two months, Fang Nancuo seemed to have a dream.

When we arrived at Cheng Jingming's house, everything was still the same, everything was the same as it was when Fang Nancuo left, and there was even a statue that looked like him in the bedroom.

Fang Nan put his things in the guest room by mistake, and the nurse was arranged next to Cheng Jingming's bedroom.Cheng Junhai also arranged for workers to install handrails in the bathroom and bedroom to facilitate Cheng Jingming's activities.

Cheng Jingming needs to go to the hospital three times a week for rehabilitation treatment. Fang Nancuo is with him every time, but the recovery effect is slow, and Cheng Jingming is not in a good mood every time he goes home.

At noon on Sunday, Cheng Junhai brought Cheng Mo to the house for dinner.

After the meal, the nanny served the brewed tea, and several of them sat on the sofa and chatted.

Cheng Junhai picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and said slowly: "Good tea. I have something to discuss with you."

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"Jingming, I want to leave Cheng Mo with you."

Cheng Jingming glanced at Fang Nancuo beside him, fearing that he might have scruples in his heart, he hurriedly said, "We two big men can't take care of our children well..."

"Cheng Mo is learning to speak. After all, you are her father, so you have to take this responsibility. Besides, there is a childcare wife at home. Xiao Fang, what do you think?"

Cheng Junhai threw the question to Fang Nancuo, and he nodded: "I have no objection. In the past few days, let the nanny tidy up a bedroom to be Cheng Mo's room. Let's see what else we need to buy."

Cheng Junhai rarely showed a smile: "Actually, I don't need to buy anything. I will find a worker to bring Cheng Mo's things here today."

In the evening, Cheng Mo's things were delivered one after another.Cheng Junhai doted on Cheng Mo very much, and her toys filled the entire living room.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Cheng Jingming tentatively asked Fang Nancuo: "If you don't want to, don't force it. I can tell my dad again."

"It's okay, Cheng Mo is quite cute."

"I'm afraid..."

Fang Nan said wrongly: "Didn't you always worry that Cheng Mo would be taught to be a cold heir? Now you can make her a loving person."

Cheng Jingming nodded.

After a few days, the house was completely cleaned up, and Cheng Junhai sent Cheng Mo over.

There was an extra child in the family, and it immediately became lively.Although there is a full-time childcare wife, Fang Nancuo is still worried about everything, Cheng Mo is getting more and more clingy to Fang Nancuo, and whenever he sees Fang Nancuo, he will utter soft syllables at him.

One morning, Assistant Huang, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came to discuss the art museum with Cheng Jingming.As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Nan sitting on the ground by mistake and accumulating blocks with Cheng Mo, and Cheng Jingming on the side looked at the two of them and smiled for a long time.

"Are you talking? I'll take Momo to wash his hands." Fang Nancuo saw Assistant Huang and got up to take Cheng Mo away.

"Xiao Fang, the art museum owed you a contribution, and I would like to hear your suggestion."

Fang Nan mistakenly saw Cheng Jingming's serious expression, so he motioned for the nanny to take Cheng Mo away, and he sat on the sofa next to Cheng Jingming.

Cheng Jingming took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm going to sell the art museum."

"Sold?" Fang Nan was taken aback.

"The art museum has not opened for half a year. Losing money is a trivial matter, but there are many painters signed at that time, so we can't delay them all the time."

"Almost a year has passed, and I think art museums are slowly being accepted."

Cheng Jingming frowned and said, "I'm not afraid of those things anymore. It's just that I have more energy than I want. How can I manage the art museum like this? And the operation of the art museum is indeed in trouble." He looked at the man under him. In the wheelchair, his hands unconsciously clenched the armrests.

"Isn't it okay to hire a professional art gallery director?"

Assistant Huang said: "Mr. Fang, it is not difficult to hire a curator. But it is difficult to get out of the current predicament with a wrong art museum. I helped Mr. Cheng choose several art directors, professional ability Yes, it’s almost meaningless in business.”

Cheng Jingming pretended to be relaxed: "From now on, I will be a complete idler, engage in creative work at home, and take good care of Cheng Mo. By the way, I am going to buy a piano these days."

Fang Nancuo felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. The Yicuo Art Museum used to be a place where he and Cheng Jingming could relax and come together. He and Cheng Jingming spent a lot of thought on arranging it.Since Cheng Jingming left Meixiu, this is probably his only career at this stage.

Fang Nancuo knew that the long training period of rehabilitation training would consume all a person's patience.Cheng Jingming used to be such a proud person, but now he has to give up everything around him bit by bit.His heart may not be as strong as the surface.

Fang Nan was at a loss for words for a moment, Assistant Huang took out his laptop and analyzed several potential buyers with Cheng Jingming.

Although several buyers were interested in buying, they bet the price very low. Cheng Jingming arranged for Assistant Huang to continue negotiating with them.

At night, Fang Nan walked into Cheng Jingming's study by mistake, where he was painting a landscape painting.The sun is shining brightly on the canvas, and a large cluster of roses peeks out from the fence.

"What do you want me to do?" Cheng Jingming stopped his brush.

"Yeah." Fang Nan made a mistake and walked over to take a closer look at the painting, "I think you are much better at painting than before."

"That's my hobby. When I was young, I was very irritable, so my dad sent me to paint, saying that it can cultivate my body and mind. Only now do I realize that every painting can incorporate emotions."

Fang Nan struggled for a while: "I'm quite reluctant to let you sell the art museum."

"Me too. A mistake has a special meaning to me, and now in my hands it will only ruin it."

A trace of sadness flashed across Fang Nancuo's eyes: "You once said that you want to be the best art museum in the country, and you want every new artist to have a home."

Cheng Jingming smiled bitterly: "I still think so."

"Can I help you run the business?"

"what?"

Fang Nancuo pursed his lips and repeated, "I want to help you run an art museum."

Cheng Jingming was stunned for a moment: "You?"

Fang Nancuo hurriedly explained: "I can ask you, Chen Shu, for my professional questions. After all, there are still many staff members. I think I can manage the Yicuo Art Museum well."

"I don't doubt you. Do you really want to? It's not an easy job."

"I've been thinking about it all afternoon, and I want to try it. I shouldn't lose money, right?"

Cheng Jingming's heart warmed: "It doesn't matter if you lose. You will be a qualified curator."

Fang Nan sat on the chair next to Cheng Jingming by mistake: "I've never seen you draw, you can draw, I'll watch."

The corner of Cheng Jingming's mouth rose, and he took the opportunity to kiss Fang Nancuo's forehead.

"Hmm..." Fang Nan blushed by mistake, "If you don't draw, I will leave."

"Paint, why don't I paint?" Cheng Jingming picked up a brush and dipped it in paint, dabbing on the petals little by little.He painted a rose, and it seemed that a rose had blossomed in his heart.