It was completely dark, and while his family was asleep, Jiang Yun secretly took away the dagger from the drawer in his uncle's room.
Tiptoeing out of the house, he walked across the wooden bridge in the moonlight and arrived outside the door of Su's house. He looked up and saw that there was still candlelight in the room on the second floor, and the voices of the Su family's voices could be heard faintly from the window.
"Third brother, just leave the cutting of pigweed to me and Xiao Wu from now on. Don't go there," Su Xiaosi said, looking at the wound on Third Brother's calf, "Many shrubs on the mountain have barbs.
If you're not careful, your legs will be cut."
Su Wennian said nothing and simply bandaged the wound on his leg, and then said: "Since you and Xiao Wu can go, and I am your brother, why can't you go? This time it was just an accident, I will pay attention next time."
"Third brother, I think you should paint at home..."
Before Su Xiaosi could finish speaking, his third brother frowned and suddenly dropped the pen on the ground.
With a "pop" sound, the pencil broke into two pieces, one of which bounced to the corner of the wall, and the other flew out of the room.
His move not only startled Su Xiaosi in the room, but also everyone else.
No one expected that Wennian, who had always been gentle, would lose his temper and throw things away.
"What's the matter?" Bai Lu and her husband rushed into the room and saw that the atmosphere was tense.
Su Jianmin grabbed Xiaosi's arm and asked, "What happened? Did you say something to make your third brother angry?"
Su Xiaosi expressed that he was innocent, "I just advised the third brother not to go to the mountains in the future. Xiao Wu and I can just cut the pigweed, lest the third brother accidentally get hurt... I didn't know that the third brother suddenly became angry."
What fire."
Bai Lu and Su Jianmin looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what was going on with Wennian.
There is no electricity in Luohu Village yet, and every household lights candles. At night, you can only barely see people's faces with the dim candlelight. It is difficult to see their expressions clearly from a distance, especially Wennian, who is still lowering his head slightly, with his face buried in the
In the shadow of candlelight.
"Third brother," Jinbao walked up to her third brother and asked, "Are you angry with fourth brother?"
The little girl had a sweet and sweet voice, with worry and distress in her tone.
Su Wennian looked up at his sister, his eyes filled with melancholy and melancholy, and shook his head, "No."
Sighing lightly, he said: "I'm angry with myself. I feel like I've been causing you trouble..."
"Wennian, what are you talking nonsense about, you silly boy? How can you cause us any trouble?"
After hearing what his mother said, Su Xiaowu couldn't help but say: "Yes, third brother, you cut the most pigweed with us today, and you still insist on not going down the mountain even though your leg is injured and bleeding."
Having said this, he added: "Fourth brother, he feels sorry for you, so he advises you not to go there in the future."
"I know Xiaosi cares about me, but this kind of care makes me feel useless," Su Wennian said. "Whether it's fetching water, cutting pigweed or any other farm work, I can do it...
Although I love painting, what's the use of painting? I don't want to paint anymore. I won't paint anymore. Dad, you don't have to think about buying me paints. It's such a waste of money. Now I just want to help the family.
Live and play a role.”
"Third brother, why do you think painting is useless? Is it because you find you can't make money by painting?"
Jinbao's sudden question made Su Wenian slightly stunned. After thinking about it, he nodded and said: "Well, what we are talking about now is pragmatism. The educated youth learn the hard-working spirit from the poor and lower-middle peasants. Now even Xiaosi and Xiaowu are working
, while I was painting at home.
These days, every time I pick up a paintbrush, I feel guilty, feeling like I am a burden to this family.
I shouldn't be painting, I should find a way to join the production team to earn work points, whether it's a point or a dime..."
"If our family is short of money, of course we need Third Brother to work hard to earn work points, but now that we don't lack those few cents, Third Brother, what's the use of earning that little money? It's just for outsiders.
Just watch.”
Jin Bao's sharp words suddenly pierced Su Wenian's heart.
Su Jianmin felt that his daughter seemed to have gone too far, "Jin Bao..."
"Dad, I just want to tell my third brother that we are his family and he doesn't need to feel guilty."
Looking at his third brother, Jinbao continued to express his feelings, "It is too difficult to make money from painting. Many painters were poor during their lifetimes and only became famous after their death with their paintings. The purpose of painting is never to become famous and start a family and make money."
The purpose of making a lot of money is to record the beauty of the world, which pleases myself and makes the people who look at the paintings feel better.
Third brother, if you are tired of painting and don’t want to paint, then stop painting and wait until you want to paint. Everyone is free in this family. Dad wants to buy you paint because he loves you. You
Don’t be burdened with anything.”
Su Wenian looked deeply at his sister. For a long time, he seemed to suddenly become enlightened and finally smiled.
"I still remember when I was a child, my father said that I was too sensitive, unlike my eldest and second brothers. At that time, I was young and didn't understand much. Now that I think about it, this shortcoming of mine has never changed. I am always worried that I have no value and will become
Everyone’s burden…”
Having said this, Su Wennian took a deep breath and touched his sister's head, "On the contrary, Jinbao, you see more clearly than I do. You are right, painting is not to make money, but to record the beautiful world.
I am a member of this family and I should try to rely on everyone, my parents and my brothers."
Seeing that the third brother had figured it out, Jinbao smiled and said: "There is still me! The third brother can rest assured to rely on my sister."
Seeing Wennian pinch Jinbao's little face lovingly, everyone else in the Su family laughed. Su Jianmin said: "That's right. Wennian, you just love to think nonsense, but maybe it's because of you.
Only with this kind of character can you draw beautiful paintings.
Like the two paintings I painted before, I think they can be hung directly in museum exhibitions."
Su Wennian was amused by his father's words, "Dad, what you said is too exaggerated. I just drew it randomly."
"Your dad and I are a rough guy and don't have much artistic talent, but I can see that the paintings you draw are beautiful, especially the picture "Sunrise View of Luohu Village". The color of the morning glow is really used. I didn't expect that my son
To be able to draw such beautiful paintings.”
After praising his third son for his talent, Su Jianmin patted his little boy on the head again and used it as a negative lesson, saying: "If my little boy spends four days sitting at home painting and not working, I will definitely tell him to stop painting, because he is really not
This is the material."
"Dad," Su Xiaosi puffed up his cheeks, "You just praise Third Brother when you praise Third Brother. Why do you have to insult me?"
Su Jianmin said jokingly: "Of course, Xiaosi, you must have many advantages. Although Dad, I can't remember them for a while, but when I remember them, I will praise you well. How about that?"
"Ah! It's so annoying!" Su Xiaosi pushed his father's chest, "Dad, you are so annoying!"
After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh. In an instant, everyone in the room burst out laughing.