Su Qiao asked many stationery stores in the town before he was able to buy these things.
“Can I draw this?”
It was the first time for Dabao to see drawing pens and paints. He didn't even bother to eat. He looked at the big notebook, pens and paints in her hands with great surprise and was eager to try them out.
Su Qiao smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you how to draw later."
"I want to learn now." Dabao's favorite thing to do in the past was to draw quietly.
His sketchbooks were everywhere, on the walls, on the ground, on the beach, and on the stone slabs, and the burnt twigs were his paintbrushes.
In the past, some children would often snatch his twigs, deliberately step on his half-finished paintings, call him a fool, and even throw stones and bugs at him.
Now, he no longer has to worry about his half-finished painting being destroyed by others, nor does he have to worry about his finished painting being stepped on by others.
"OK."
Su Qiao opened the sketchbook, sharpened a pencil and started drawing.
"I'll do it."
After Su Qiao drew a few strokes, Dabao couldn't wait any longer. He quickly stuffed the hamburger into his mouth and washed his hands in the river. He wanted to wipe his hands on his body out of habit, but suddenly he remembered that this was the new clothes she bought for him, and he was reluctant to part with them.
Hold your hands in the air and wait for them to do their work.
After his hands were dry, Su Qiao handed him the notebook and pen and let him play by himself.
The first picture he painted was of a beautiful castle with a huge garden.
But this time the castle is more perfect and clear than ever before.
Su Qiao picked up some paint and mixed some for him. Originally, he wanted to teach him, but he turned out to be very skilled at it. He was able to superimpose light and dark colors, and handle the virtual and real shadows very well.
You can tell at a glance that you have come into contact with these things before, but you have forgotten them because of amnesia.
Who is he? A foreigner? A rich man living in a big manor and castle
It's really rare to be able to learn to paint so well at such a young age.
In short, it is definitely not something that could be produced in an ignorant village like Hejiacun.
"Maybe."
Su Qiao didn't care who he was. Anyway, his family hadn't come to see him for all these years, which meant that either his family didn't value him, or his family were all dead.
Anyway, he will be hers from now on.
The villagers on the shore dispersed all of a sudden when Su Qiao looked at them coldly.
However, on the way back to the village, they were still confused.
"Didn't they say this evil was gone? Why is he back again?"
"She left early this morning before dawn, carrying her bag with her. We all thought she would never come back, but who would have thought..."
Who would have thought that this troublemaker would just take a stroll around the town and run back before dark.
"Hey, when can Chen Ligen return to the village?"
"Yeah, when will this day end?"
"This guy is becoming more and more unreliable. He brought back this thing, which not only brought disaster to Hu Laoer's family, but also brought disaster to us."
The villagers knew that they would have to go through the same days of worry and fear again, and they couldn't help but start to blame Chen Ligen for bringing Su Qiao here.
Just when Dabao was about to finish his painting, a voice suddenly interrupted from behind.
Widow Li took a look at the villain's painting and praised it.
"What a great painting. He was a promising artist. What a pity..."
Su Qiao turned around and saw that it was the beautiful widow Li in the village.