Da'an didn't say anything, but shook out the scroll.

Under the light, the painting of a beautiful woman catching butterflies pops into view.

"Ah, with this painting skill, even if Mu Zichuan fails to pass the exam, he can still become a painter."

She squinted her eyes and admired the picture.

Nodding secretly.

The painting is really good, the characters are lifelike and vivid.

Fortunately, it was an ink painting. If it had been a color painting, I'm afraid the beauty and the butterfly would have walked out of the painting.

Daan saw her reaction in his eyes and rolled his eyes secretly.

"Sister, you are usually so smart and shrewd, but now you are so slow to react," he said depressedly.

Yang Ruoqing glared at him, "What are you talking about, so someone is slow and itchy, right?"

Daan sighed helplessly and pointed at the beautiful face on the scroll.

"This beautiful face is completely modeled after you, sister."

"Brother Zichuan asked you to hand over the scroll to me because I want you to see the scroll. Understandable."

"ah"

Her eyes widened.

Being guided like this by this young and mature brother, it seems that something suspicious is really coming out.

"Brother Zichuan gave me the painting template, it was just a pretense." Da'an continued.

"Brother Zichuan's love for you, sister, can never be burned out by wild fire, but it will be rekindled by the spring breeze."

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses.

Seeing my brother shaking his head and reciting the poem, I couldn't help laughing.

He raised his hand and poked his forehead lightly.

"Brat, sister, I taught you that poem, not for you to use it here."

She scolded him.

He shrugged.

"What should I do with this scroll?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing calmed down her emotions and smiled lightly.

"He said he was making a template for you, so you can keep it," she said.

"Sister, you don't want it"

"Nonsense, what do I want with this?" She stared.

This picture scroll is a hot potato. If Tang Yazi knew about it, he would definitely have some ideas.

"Sister, you don't dare to ask for this scroll because you are afraid that your brother-in-law will know about it."

Daan tilted his head and asked.

Yang Ruoqing was depressed.

Is this brother a roundworm in her stomach?

He knew what he was thinking about smashing her

"Don't ask your children about adult matters and focus on your studies."

She taught him a lesson in a stern manner.

Da'an smiled and took the scroll.

"Okay, okay, I'll collect this hot potato on your behalf. Don't worry, I won't let my brother-in-law know about it."

After saying these words, he quickly ran out of the house.

Yang Ruoqing sat back at the table, holding her cheek in her palm.

Staring at the two soybean oil lamps jumping slightly in front of me, I felt a little distracted.

The facial features, eyebrows, and even the curves of the corners of the lips when smiling.

In his writing, it is lifelike.

It was like she saw another version of herself.

The observation is so meticulous, which shows that when he was painting, her face and expression were so clear and clear in his mind.

Only by observing carefully and pondering in my mind for a long time can I draw this charm.

Why

Muzichuan, Muzichuan, why are you doing this?

When you have it, you don’t know how to cherish it.

I lost it and regret it here again.

As everyone knows, some things, if you miss them, you miss them

With a touch of melancholy, she went to bed.

forecourt.

In the east room.

Old Yang held the newly bought dry tobacco stick that Yang Hualin bought for him in his mouth, sitting cross-legged on the bed and smoking.

Mrs. Tan was sitting on a stool to one side, scalding her feet.

The old lady seemed to be in a good mood.

Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Tan and asked, "Why has Meier been running to her parents' house these days whenever she has something to do?"

Mrs. Tan said, "Why, this is her natal family. She can't come back."

Lao Yangtou said, "That's not what I mean. I mean, why does she come back for dinner at noon?"

Mrs. Tan said, "Why is your daughter getting married? You feel sorry for her even if she only has lunch."

Old Yangtou frowned, "I'm asking you a question, please don't be so rude."

"snort"

Tan snorted and turned away.

Old Yangtou continued, "She is now the daughter-in-law of Old Wang's family, and she has to stay in Old Wang's family to take care of the housework."

"I threw away my breakfast bowl and ran to my parents' house. After dinner, I went back to my husband's house. If I didn't do anything, as time goes by, Lao Wang's family would have opinions."

"Even if Lao Wang's family doesn't have an opinion, people in the village will comment on it if they see it," he said.

"Hmph, it's other people's mouths. It's their business to talk about whatever they like. I don't care and I can't control it."

Tan said angrily.

"I only know that Meier is my daughter."

"Everything I can eat is what she can eat."

Lao Yang was hit hard by Tan's head.

He knocked the tobacco stick against the bed a few times, turned over and lay down on the bed.

"I have nothing to do with you, an old woman. Go to sleep."

Mrs. Tan pushed her feet hard in the basin a few times.

"Humph, I'm not shy about telling you that I love my daughter, that's right."

Opposite the West House.

The old white cloth curtain hung heavily.

The wedding bed was caught in one earthquake after another.

The man's low breathing and the woman's suppressed moans came and went one after another.

When the storm subsided, the young man and woman hugged each other tightly.

Two bodies and two souls tremble together.

"Suyun, you are so kind"

Yang Huazhou buried his head among the peaks on Bao Suyun's chest, breathing heavily.

I have slept in a cold bed for twenty-five or six years, and now I have a sweet-smelling wife.

Lying in a warm bed, you can also do some trivial things.

very nice
To be continued...