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 why are you so slow to react now?" he said depressedly.

Yang Ruoqing glared at him: "What are you talking about? Who is slow? Your skin is 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 he wants you to see the scroll. Do you understand?"

"ah?"

She opened her eyes wide.

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, is like a wildfire that cannot be burned away, but the spring breeze blows it again!"

Yang Ruoqing came back 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.

"You brat, 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, are you 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 belly?

Does he know what she wants to do?

"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 on the side, scalding her feet.

The old lady seemed to be in a good mood.

Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Tan and asked, "How come Mei'er always runs to her parents' house these days, no matter what happens?"

Mrs. Tan said: "What? This is her natal family, can't she come back?"

Old Yangtou said: "That's not what I mean. What I mean is, how come she comes back for dinner even at noon?"

Mrs. Tan said: "What? Your daughter is married, and you feel sorry for her even if she only has lunch?"

Old Yangtou frowned: "I'm asking you a question, can you please 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, the 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 them!"

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.

"Huh, 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!

Bao Suyun's white and slender fingers were inserted into Yang Huazhou's hair.

Hearing this, he chuckled lightly.

"Hello to you, hello to me, and it's really good when we're good together," she said.

Yang Huazhou nodded vigorously.

"Yes, we all want to be well!"

"Suyun, at home during the day these days, no one will bully you, right?"

he asked a little worriedly.

During the day, I was busy working in the restaurant, not daring to be distracted, for fear of something going wrong.

But whenever he had some free time, his mind would be filled with thoughts about this matter.

"Fourth brother, if he dares to bully you again, tell me and don't hide it!" Yang Huazhou said again.

Bao Suyun looked moved.

"Lao Wu, don't worry, no one will bully me."

"Your fourth brother is still lying on the bed recovering from his injuries!" she said.

Yang Huazhou hugged Bao Suyun tightly: "I won't just let the separation go."

"My father almost died last time. I was so scared that I didn't dare to push again."

"After a while, I will find a good time to have a good talk with dad."

"No matter what, I am determined not to live under the same roof as my second brother and fourth brother!" he said.

Bao Suyun nodded in understanding.

She was also frightened by the family separation last time.

If it were really because of the family separation, my father-in-law was forced to death.

Not to mention the public opinions and opinions of others, even this hurdle in her own heart cannot be overcome!

"It's not urgent to separate the family. The restaurant has just opened. It's important that you help Third Brother and the others take care of their business first!" she said.
Chapter completed!