"Xiaowei, you have to remember, that is not your mother, she left because she disliked us being poor." Grandma said with a straight face.
"She is the eldest lady in the city, so she can't bear hardships. I told you back then not to let Guo Qiang marry her, but you refused to listen." Grandma Wang said with ridicule, "Look at this kid Xiaowei.
, How pitiful! I am sick and I don’t have a mother around to care for me.”
"This kid Xiaowei is so pitiful!" Grandma Li sighed again.
How come these old ladies all talk about how pitiful she is! It’s really strange, she is pitiful!
She originally wanted to inquire more, but now she just wants to leave quickly. If she continues to listen, she will almost become pathetic and no one will want her.
Ling Xiaowei took the hot radish terminal back to the main room, went upstairs and got into her bed.
When it came to reading, she took a copy of "The Complete Works of Lu Xun", and it was interesting to read the book written by Zhou Shuren.
I had just finished reading an article when voices came from downstairs, and I suddenly heard my aunt's loud voice, which was extremely flattering and flattering.
"Why did our Xiaowei fall ill even though she was fine? It's really heartbreaking!" The aunt came upstairs pretendingly. As soon as she entered Ling Xiaowei's room, she looked around, secretly admiring in her eyes, how many rooms there are in this room.
So beautiful!
Finally, his eyes fell on Ling Xiaowei, and he pretended to be distressed and said: "Oh, look, Xiaowei looks even thinner due to this disease, and her face is black and yellow." The aunt finished feeling distressed and said to Zhang Cuifen:
"I say, brother and sister, the chickens raised at home are just for the children to eat. Don't be reluctant to part with them. Although Xiaowei is not your biological child, I still call you mom, right?"
Zhang Cuifen's face was very ugly, she was very embarrassed and unhappy. How could she treat Xiaowei badly? Although she was not her biological child, she still cared about her wholeheartedly.
"How could I treat my child badly? The chicken has been killed and stewed long ago." Zhang Cuifen said.
"Oh! That's right, I don't smell anything at all!" The aunt said with a smile, but she was thinking in her heart that she would call Qiangzi over later and ask him to drink chicken soup. After running back and forth for the past two days, she couldn't
Her son was exhausted.
"Auntie, why am I so dark? Besides, I didn't call Auntie Zhang. How can she treat me? What does she care about you?" Ling Xiaowei sneered, not understanding Auntie's favor at all.
What annoys people the most is this kind of hypocritical person. She didn’t know how much she disliked herself before, but now she pretends to be kind-hearted and treats her like a three-year-old child!
The smile on Ling Hua's face froze, a little embarrassed.
"You all go out! I want to have a good rest." Ling Xiaowei ignored her aunt lazily and urged her directly.
"Oh! Okay, I'll leave now." The aunt laughed dryly and went downstairs.
After the person left, the room suddenly became quiet. Ling Xiaowei also calmed down and felt that it was time to reveal the loan matter. If it became more popular, those unstable factors would jump out!
This matter must also come to an end.
Looking out the window, the rain has stopped, but the wind is still blowing.
After a while, there was a noise downstairs, and grandma shouted: "That's chicken soup for the children. Why are you pretending to be so much?"
"Hadron is not a child! Oh, my grandson can drink, but my grandson can't. How can you be such a grandma? It's too partial to be partial." The aunt shouted in a loud voice.
Grandma was probably very angry and cursed for a while. Auntie probably wanted to stay here that night, so she went back to coax her mother.
Ling Xiaowei put down her book and buried herself in bed, feeling a little bored.
It's broad daylight and she can't enter the system, otherwise she can read magazines to pass the boring time. She has no choice but to get up and draw!
Mr. Fu gave her a lot of homework, including one hundred paintings of flowers and birds in fine brushwork, and she would hand in her homework when she went to the capital during the summer vacation.
Ling Xiaowei secretly thought that if she didn't go to the capital during the summer vacation, she would leave her phone number, and then her father would tell him that the number was wrong, or that she was not the person, so he recognized the master! It was just lip service.
Just say it nicely!
She secretly had fun rubbing it there for a while, but when she saw a set of fine pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table, and a white jade-like pen washer, she really couldn't bear it! These were all given to her by the old man Fu when he was leaving.
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She couldn't bear it! She couldn't let down an old man's kindness.
She'd better learn to paint properly! In the past, she used to paint as she pleased, making things look as beautiful as she wanted. But since she learned painting from Mr. Fu, she always felt that she suddenly couldn't draw anymore, and even holding a pen felt awkward.
ruthless.
I saw that what Mr. Fu taught me was not very suitable for me!
Meticulous painting of flowers and birds is different from freehand painting. It is more neat and detailed, focusing on lines and charm. These lines are the soul! Speaking of which, painting this kind of painting has something in common with painting clothing design drawings. They are both meticulous work.
She feels that learning meticulous painting is still very useful, so she should learn it carefully.
After painting for a while, she felt that her neck was a little sore, and she had to fix a shelf for painting, otherwise her neck would be deformed. She stood up and twisted her neck, and Ling Xiaowei continued painting.
Unknowingly, it was getting dark.
Mingming and Xiaohua came back from the factory, and the two children now spend all day playing together. There is a child playing with Mingming, so he spends less time with her.
It's been almost a week! Why is there no news from Qi Lei?
Ling Xiaowei's mind was in turmoil. She didn't have enough time at home, but she started to worry about others.
When he was in a daze, downstairs, Zhang Cuifen shouted happily: "Xiaowei, school is over so early today! Are you here to see Xiaowei?"
"Well, I'll send her notes." Shi Mingwei said.
Upstairs, Ling Xiaowei heard the sound and hurriedly got up and took a look in front of the mirror, straightened her messy hair, straightened her clothes, then sat back at the table, picked up a pen and pretended to draw.
This look should be more attractive! Ling Xiaowei thought secretly happily.
After a while, the sound of footsteps going upstairs was heard, and the sound was getting closer and closer. Ling Xiaowei actually became a little nervous, but then she thought about it, why is she nervous for such an adult? After denying herself, she put down her pen.
The moment I put down my pen, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in!" Ling Xiaowei said.
Shi Mingwei opened the door halfway, stuck his head in and said, "I won't go in. These are Miao Maimai's notes. I brought them over for you. Take a good look at them."
"Oh! Thank you! Are you really not coming in?" Ling Xiaowei asked tentatively. Fortunately, she even arranged her hair.
Shi Mingwei seemed very embarrassed, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "It's inconvenient!"
"It's nothing inconvenient!" Ling Xiaowei wondered. She suddenly remembered that Shi Mingwei seemed to have given her the medicine last night! It made her mouth bitter all day long.
"Shi Mingwei, have you done something wrong?" Ling Xiaowei suddenly stood up and walked towards the door, with a somewhat narrow and evil smile on her face.
