Chapter 147 The First Sketch

It was like this every day, he remembered it very clearly, but he was stunned when he finished speaking.

Recalling that just now, when Lin Caihe saw his uncle and aunt coming back, she didn't say anything about the hard work, but asked his uncle if he had taken a long detour to buy her silk flowers, he immediately felt embarrassed.

Just now, he thought that his uncle's anger was a bit inexplicable, but now...

"Have you figured it out?" Lin Caisang raised his eyebrows.

"In fact, it is also good to separate the money earned by the family. In this way, the uncle and his family can earn money and spend it by themselves in the future, and they don't have to feel that they owe us, treat He'er and Qing'er well, and don't always think that I have been wronged."

"Sangsang, you have a big brother who loves you. Lin Changhong said.

"Yeah. "

Lin Caisang responded, took two bowls of food, and prepared to go to the main hall.

Outside the kitchen, Lin Lu had been standing for a long time. Listening to what Lin Caisang and his sister said, and thinking about Lin Caihe's little thoughts, she felt really sad. They were both her grandchildren, so why were their personalities so different?

If Lin Caihe had been half as sensible as Sangsang, she wouldn't have been scolded by the third child like this.

Seeing that they were about to come out, Lin Lu came back to her senses and walked towards them.

"Grandma, why are you here?"

"There are still dishes in the kitchen, I came to serve them, Sangsang, Changhong, your third uncle made money today, your grandfather and I are happy, how about frying a few more eggs?" Lin Lu looked up and asked them.

"Okay, I'll listen to grandma. "Lin Caisang nodded.

You can pick up pheasant eggs on the mountain, so you don't have to worry about eating them all. After eating, she can go for a walk on the mountain and pick up a few and put them back.

"Grandma, fry a few more. Uncle San and Aunt San have been running outside all day today. They are very tired. Brother Changfeng is busy reading every day and is also tired. And..."

"Okay, grandma knows, one fried egg per person." Before she finished, Lin Lu interrupted her with a smile.

...

In the Jinzhu space, after completing a few simple tasks, Lin Caisang sat in front of the easel she made, holding a sharpened pencil in her hand, and sitting there, her empty brain was not sure what to think.

The ink stone was found for her by Ya Molian, and he also gave her such a valuable dagger. She felt embarrassed and had nothing to give him in return.

The pencil has just been made and can be used. Draw the first sketch today.

"Or, give the first painting to Brother Molian? "Lin Caisang muttered quietly.

She had completely forgotten what she had warned her elder brother about. How could she still think of staying away from Ya Molian? At this moment, she couldn't think of anything.

"What should I draw? People? Scenery? Or..."

What lingered in her mind was the scene in Hongling Town when Ya Molian fell from the sky, grabbed the two big knives that almost cut her into three pieces, and threw them out handsomely.

Without thinking about anything else, she began to draw with her hands.

Of course, how could she finish the scenes with just one painting? She drew several in succession, forming a smooth movement. After finishing the painting, she looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Tsk tsk."

She sighed twice. The more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Did I draw that guy too handsome? Was he so handsome and domineering at that time? Is the action so unstoppable? "This is not the Ya Mo Lian she imagined, okay?