She tried hard to recall the previous scene when Ya Molian rescued her, but suddenly she found that she couldn't remember anything at all. Her mind was filled with the sketches in front of her at this moment.
Lin Caisang: "..."
How long has it been since you last painted before you became obsessed?
"No matter, no matter, just give it to him like this. It makes him more handsome. What else does he want? To vilify him again? Then I can't repay kindness with enmity?"
Shaking her head, she felt that she was already pretty good and knew how to reciprocate with courtesy.
Thinking about it, she rolled up a few paintings, tied them with red thread and stored them. When she was free one day, she asked her eldest brother to send them to Brother Mo Lian, whom he admired most.
Now the most important moment has come. I continue to hold the pencil in my hand and slowly draw the outline of a woman, then slowly draw the facial features, and then the expression between the eyebrows.
After a while, she looked at the painting in front of her with disgust, wishing she could burn the painting, pencil and easel.
"I'm such a fat guy, it's really annoying!"
What she drew was herself. When she first traveled through time, she saw her own reflection in the water. She was covered in mud and in a miserable state. There were loud noises in her ears, which made her unable to calm down and think about who she was.
How to travel through time.
"This is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely the scariest character I have ever drawn, Lin Caisang, you are already amazing!"
Holding her chubby face with both hands, she looked at the person in the painting with a resentful look. She gritted her teeth and spoke mockingly.
She kept drawing, and the pencils of different shades in her hand never stopped. She used the paper one after another. It was not until the jade mirror reminded her that it was getting dark outside that she came back to her senses.
.
"Brother Yujing, thank you for the reminder."
After thanking Yu Jing, she returned to her room with the painting she had intended to give to Ya Mo Lian.
Just then, Mrs. Lin Lu was shouting in the yard for everyone to come out for dinner.
…
"what?"
A tube of rolled paintings was placed in front of Lin Changhong, catching him off guard. Lin Changhong looked at his sister in astonishment, and his hands were eager to take apart the paintings.
"Sangsang, it's not like you don't know that my eldest brother can't read." He muttered as he moved.
The only words I knew were made up by Brother Changfeng at night these days. This is not true.
"No disassembly allowed!"
Before he had time to pull the red thread, his sister gave him a sharp shout. Lin Changhong's hands shook and he looked up at his sister full of resentment.
"Why don't you let me take it apart? You can't eat it."
"Thanks to Brother Mo Lian for helping me these days, this is a thank you gift from me. You can send it to him," Lin Caisang said.
"For Brother Mo Lian? Sangsang, you and Brother Mo Lian are not thousands of miles apart, do you need me to pass the message to you? Do you think I am a swan goose? Although there is a word 'Hongyan' in my name.
'Character……"
Lin Changhong thought to himself while walking outside the courtyard.
Lin Caisang: “…………”
Why did listening to Lin Changhong's words give her the feeling that she was writing a love letter to Ya Molian, or asking her brother to convey it...
Can she call back that big-mouthed Lin Changhong? She won’t give away the painting?
The answer is of course no, because she was just a flash in the eye, and Lin Changhong had already knocked on the door of Ya Molian's house, clamoring to go in and give away his sister's treasure.