After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Finally, Li Jiawei's eyes fell on a large sketchbook, which was pressed under the graduation certificate. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out her hands, carefully picked up the sketchbook and opened it. On the first page, a gorgeous red peony jumped out of the paper, the dazzling red, warm and unrestrained, very eye-catching.

When Cheng Ping saw the sketchbook in Li Jiawei's hand, he stopped what he was doing and said with a hint of apology: "I should have supported you in learning to paint at that time."

Li Jiawei flipped through the pages of the sketchbook, which contained a variety of contents with no fixed pattern. Some were character sketches, some were imitations of princess dress patterns, and there were two sketches of dresses that she designed herself and thought were very beautiful. However, now it seems that the lines are a bit crooked and not as beautiful as she thought at the time.

She also signed her name at the bottom right of each painting - Designer Li Jiawei. She stroked the sketchbook gently, feeling a wave of sadness in her heart, as this was the starting point of her dream that she had started with great anticipation but unfortunately died.

She bought this sketchbook when she was in the first grade of junior high school. At that time, she graduated from the primary school in her rural hometown and was taken to Xishi by her parents and transferred to the school for children of migrant workers to study in junior high school. Although the teaching conditions of this school pale in comparison with other middle schools in Xishi, it is really a world of difference compared with the school in her rural hometown.

At the migrant workers' school, Li Jiawei had her first art class and had her own sketchbook and colored pencils. She loved them and wanted to draw every inspiration in her mind on paper.

The art teacher at that time was very surprised when he saw what she painted. He praised her for her excellent spirituality and talent in painting. He then introduced her to a painting teacher and suggested that she go there to learn systematic painting techniques.

Cheng Ping was delighted to take her to the teacher and sat in on a class. Li Jiawei felt very excited, as if she had opened the door to a new world. However, when the teacher mentioned the tuition fee, all her hopes were shattered.

It turns out that the cost of learning to paint is so high that the cost of just one lesson is as high as 120 yuan, and this does not include additional expenses such as sketchbooks, brushes and paints.

With Cheng Ping and Li Jianguo's income level at the time, they could not afford the cost of her learning painting.

After returning from the teacher's house, Li Jiawei never mentioned her dream of becoming a painter or designer again. Her dream, just when it was beginning to show its potential, encountered a harsh blow from reality and disappeared quietly.

Li Jiawei gently put the album into her handbag and turned to comfort Cheng Ping: "Mom, think about our family's conditions at that time. We were all crammed in the basement and it was difficult to make ends meet. How could we have the extra money to support me in learning painting? Besides, if I really want to paint, it's not too late to start learning painting now."

Cheng Ping couldn't help but think of Li Xuanbao, the outstanding child who was carefully nurtured by the Li family. She couldn't help but think that if Li Jiawei grew up in the Li family and was influenced by her painter mother, perhaps she would have become a painter at this moment...

Cheng Ping's voice was slightly choked with sobs: "Jiawei, Mom always feels like she owes you."

Li Jiawei's eyes were slightly red. She walked forward, gently hugged Cheng Ping's shoulders, then took a tissue from the small coffee table next to her and gently wiped away Cheng Ping's tears. "Mom, don't be sad. You have never let me down. It's just that things are unpredictable. Besides, my life is good now. I don't have to worry about money anymore. This is something I never dared to dream of before. I am really satisfied."

Cheng Ping sighed softly, patted the back of Li Jiawei's hand with his backhand, and comforted her: "Everything will be fine."

In less than a week, the house in Dongfang Jiayuan was almost emptied, and except for some items that were no longer needed, all other items were moved into the new home.

Li Jianguo specially checked the almanac and selected an auspicious day for moving. The whole family happily moved into the spacious and bright new home.

Li Wenjun was most excited about the move. He finally had a room that was completely his own, equipped with a small desk and bright windows. He no longer had to turn on the lights to study during the day.

In the evening, Cheng Ping and Chen Yuan carefully prepared a table of food, and the family had a reunion dinner, which was considered a warm home.

After the meal, Li Chengwei handed Li Jiawei a bank card and said, "Jiawei, here is 1.2 million, keep it for now. I will pay you back part of it after the house in Dongfang Jiayuan is sold."

Li Jiawei took the bank card with a smile and said "OK", then turned to Cheng Ping and said, "Mom, my brother has settled everything here, I will go back to Xishi tomorrow."

Cheng Ping felt a little reluctant after hearing what Li Jiawei said. He gently pulled her hand and said, "Why are you leaving so suddenly? Your brother has also moved, and now our house is more spacious. Why don't you stay at home for a few more days?"

Li Jiawei smiled and said, "Mom, let's forget about it this time. I've been in Beijing for many days, and it's time to go back to Xishi. Next time I come to Xishi, I will stay at home and stay with you for a few more days."

When returning to Xishi, Li Jiawei still chose the high-speed rail. When the high-speed rail slowly pulled into the Xishi high-speed rail station, time had quietly slipped to 10:30 pm. Hu Quan had already been waiting outside the high-speed rail station to take her home.

Now the temperature in Xishi is higher than that in Beijing, and the climate is also more humid. Maybe because she has lived in Xishi for a long time, she feels that the climate in Xishi is more comfortable than that in Beijing.

When she returned to Li Garden, Mrs. Liu was waiting for her in front of Li Jiawei's courtyard. When she saw her, she said, "Miss Jiawei, the old lady has been waiting for you. She said you should go see her when you come back."

Zhang Qiushuang usually pays great attention to health preservation and goes to bed on time at ten o'clock every night. At this time, Li Jiawei raised her hand to check the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock. She looked at Mrs. Liu in surprise and asked, "Is grandma still awake?"

Mrs. Liu sighed unconsciously and replied, "The old lady has been in poor spirits these days and always has trouble falling asleep at night."

Hearing this, Li Jiawei's heart tightened, thinking of her grandmother's age. She quickly asked, "Has the doctor come to see her?"

Mrs. Liu nodded and said, "I've seen him. The doctor prescribed some tranquilizers. His condition has improved slightly, but he's not as energetic as before."

Li Jiawei said, "I'll go see grandma right now." Then, she put her luggage away, took out the gift she had carefully selected for Zhang Qiushuang, and went to the courtyard where Zhang Qiushuang lived.

Zhang Qiushuang saw Li Jiawei, smiled and held out her hand to her, saying kindly: "Jiawei, come and sit next to grandma!"

Li Jiawei looked at Zhang Qiushuang's thin face, and her heart could not help but feel bitter. She slowly approached, squatted down, gently held her hand, and asked with concern: "Grandma, did you not eat well? Why do you look thinner?"