Along the way, he didn't say a word, and his whole person was cold, with an expression that said he wouldn't let strangers in.
Mingming glanced back at Shi Mingwei from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity. Isn't this person the big bad guy who bullied his sister before?
"Sister, he is a big bad guy!" Ming Ming frowned and looked at Shi Mingwei warily.
Ling Xiaowei laughed, scratched Mingming's nose, and said with a smile: "Mingming, he is the eldest brother, not a bad guy."
Shi Mingwei from behind looked up and glanced at Ling Xiaowei in front, feeling a little surprised that she didn't say anything bad about him.
Ling Xiaowei arrived home and saw her father sitting under the locust tree, listening to the radio and ordering beads for clothes.
"Dad, we are back!" Ling Xiaowei shouted.
Then he pointed at Shi Mingwei and said: "Grandpa Shi's house is right next to my house. Grandpa Shi had dinner with us at noon. Grandpa Shi asked his grandson to help deliver the dishes."
Ling Guoqiang nodded to Shi Mingwei and thanked him: "Thank you, little classmate!"
"Uncle, you're welcome!" Although Shi Mingwei's face was a bit stinky, he still had the proper courtesy.
The baskets and baskets were placed at the door of the hut. Ling Xiaowei took out all the dishes and chopsticks, placed them in the wooden bucket at the door, picked up a bucket of water from the river, and started washing the dishes.
Shi Mingwei stood aside and watched, seeing Ling Xiaowei's quick and quick movements. He was really impressed. He didn't expect that there are children in this world who have to do so much work.
He suddenly felt that he was not so depressed anymore. Ling Xiaowei worked so hard and lived a diligent and optimistic life, but he was indeed a bit lazy.
"Let me help you wash the dishes!" Shi Mingwei said, squatting next to Ling Xiaowei, taking a bowl, and washing it like Ling Xiaowei, but when he turned his hand, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground.
It broke into three pieces.
...Ling Xiaowei took a breath of air. There weren't many bowls at home, so it was really a disservice!
"Brother, go sit down and rest! I can do this myself!" She couldn't get angry in front of her father, so she persuaded Shi Mingwei to leave with a fake smile on her face.
Shi Mingwei walked aside and sat on a small stool under the locust tree. What should I do? His mood was depressed again. He was really useless!
Ling Xiaowei was busy with her own business and had no time to worry about anything else. She washed the dishes and started picking up mung beans.
"Would you like me to pick it up for you?" Shi Mingwei wanted to reaffirm himself.
"No... no need!" Ling Xiaowei stretched out her hand to protect the basket in front of her. She was really afraid of this kid. It would be difficult to pick up the mung beans if they fell on the ground.
Ling's father started chatting with Shi Mingwei without anything to say, asking him how old he was, where his family was, what his parents did, and why he didn't go back to school.
The more Shi Mingwei talked, the more unhappy he became, and he only talked about his sad things.
"My parents are divorced!" Shi Mingwei held it in for a long time and finally said it. The moment he said it, he felt much better.
Father Ling put down the man in his hand and took a look. The young man in front of him was a little sad.
"Young man, your parents are not everything you have. You are still young, so you should look forward to the future!" What Ling's father said made Shi Mingwei feel confused, but it sounded very reasonable.
He looks forward!
Um... why do you see Ling Xiaowei working hard washing soybeans?
Uncle Ling meant that he should work hard and forget the unhappiness caused by his parents' divorce.
"Uncle Ling, I understand!" Shi Mingwei nodded solemnly.
He's looking for work!
"Ling Xiaowei, let me wash the beans for you!" He ran to Ling Xiaowei's side and directly reached out to grab the beans in Ling Xiaowei's hand.
Ling Xiaowei was really afraid of him, so she slapped his hand away and said, "Sit back, I don't need your help!"
"Oh!" Shi Mingwei sat back on the stool.
I am bored!
He suddenly saw a stack of notebooks and books on the small table.
This is what Ling Xiaowei did here in the morning doing her homework before she had time to take it back.
Shi Mingwei read a book, for sixth grade.
We are in the same grade as him, but Ling Xiaowei looks very small!
I flipped through it again and found Ling Xiaowei's drawing book at the bottom.
He opened it and saw that there were three paintings drawn in the notebook, all of which were quite ugly. They should be sketches. The lines were too stiff and not flexible enough, and sketches focused on vividness and charm.
With a few simple strokes, you can outline a vivid picture.
Shi Mingwei took art classes in his spare time, so painting was a piece of cake for him.
He picked up his drawing book and pencil and began to draw. What he drew was a locust tree, as well as Ling's father listening to the radio and making clothes under the tree, and the cute Mingming squatting on the ground and playing.
When painting Ling Xiaowei, Shi Mingwei suddenly stopped painting. He couldn't draw anymore and stopped painting.
Ling Xiaowei had already poured the beans into the pot and boiled them. There was wood in the pot, so she didn't need to look at it. As soon as she came out of the hut, she saw Shi Mingwei drawing with her drawing book and pencil.
"Shi Mingwei, how could you touch my things!" Ling Xiaowei rushed over angrily.
He grabbed his drawing book and pencil.
Hey! This painting was painted by Shi Mingwei? This painting is too good! Ling Xiaowei looked at Shi Mingwei in disbelief. All he saw on Shi Mingwei's face was, "Well, it was painted by me."
"You can draw!" Ling Xiaowei said in surprise.
The painting was pretty good, better than hers. She happily took the painting book and handed it to her father and said, "Dad, look, does this look like you?"
Ling Guoqiang looked at the painting book, nodded and praised: "The painting looks really similar, Mingwei is very good! He is so good at painting."
Shi Mingwei was quite happy to be praised by Ling's father.
I was worried that I couldn't master the essentials of painting, but now I have a solution.
Ling Xiaowei happily ran to Shi Mingwei and said with a smile: "Shi Mingwei, please do me a favor!"
It's rare! This fierce girl still asks for help from him, "What are you doing?"
"Teach me how to draw!" Ling Xiaowei looked at Shi Mingwei with a smile.
"Why don't you teach me?" Shi Mingwei looked away from Ling Xiaowei and said proudly.
"Oh, don't be like this!" Ling Xiaowei started her own torture method.
People are shameless and invincible. For the sake of system tasks, she decided to throw away her own face.
"Help!" Ling Xiaowei approached Shi Mingwei and begged.
"Hey! It's really troublesome! Then you have to call me brother! Call me brother and I will teach you." Shi Mingwei raised his eyebrows with a teasing expression on his face.
