Chapter 4153： After being trafficked, I became a village tyrant (66)

Chapter 4153 After being trafficked, I became a village tyrant (66)

Su Qiao asked a lot of small stationery shops in the town, and only then did he buy these things.

"This, can I paint?"

It was the first time that Dabao saw the pens and paints specially used for drawing. He didn't even care about the things. He looked at the big book and pens in her hand, as well as the paints, and was a little eager to try.

Su Qiao smiled and nodded: "Yes, I will teach you how to draw later."

"I'm going to learn now." Dabao's favorite thing to do in the past was to paint quietly.

Walls, on the ground, on the beach, on the slate, there are his painting books everywhere, and the burnt twigs are his paintbrushes.

In the past, some people would often **** his twigs, would deliberately step on half of his paintings, and would scold him for being a fool. Children would often throw stones and bugs at him.

Now, he finally doesn’t have to worry about being ruined by others after half of his painting, and he doesn’t need to be afraid of being trampled on after he finishes painting.

"Row."

Su Qiao opened the sketchbook, sharpened a pencil and started drawing.

"I come."

After Su Qiao drew a few strokes, Dabao was a little impatient. He hurriedly stuffed the hamburger in three or two and washed his hands in the river water. He wanted to wipe it on his body habitually, but suddenly remembered that she bought it for herself. The new clothes are a bit reluctant.

Hang their hands in the air, waiting for them to do it by themselves.

After his hands were dry, Su Qiao handed him the notebook and pen, and let him play by himself.

The first painting he painted was a beautiful castle with a huge garden.

It’s just that this time the castle is more perfect and clearer than ever.

Su Qiao picked up some paint and gave him some paint. Originally, he wanted to teach him, but he turned out to be very proficient. The color shades were superimposed, and the real and virtual shadows were also handled very well.

At a glance, I know that I have been exposed to these things before, but I forgot because of amnesia.

【What kind of identity is he? Foreigner? The rich man living in the manor and castle? 】

It's really rare to be able to learn painting so well at a few years old.

In short, it is definitely not something that can be nurtured in an ignorant village like Hejiacun.

"Maybe."

Su Qiao doesn’t care who he is. Anyway, his family has not found him for so many years. This shows that either his family does not value him or his family is dead.

He will be her alone anyway.

The villagers on the shore, when Su Qiao looked over coldly, they dispersed all at once.

However, on the way back to the village, they were still puzzled.

"Didn’t you say that this scourge is gone? Why is it coming back?"

"She left before dawn this morning, and she still carried her bag. We all thought she would not be back. Who would have thought..."

Whoever thought that this scourge would slip around the town, and then ran back before dark.

"Hey, when will Chen Ligen return to the village?"

"Yes, when are you heads these days?"

"This root is getting more and more unreliable. Taking such a thing back will not count as a disaster to Hu's second house, but it will also harm us."

The villagers knew that they were going back to the days of worrying about their fears, and they couldn’t help complaining about Chen Ligen who had brought Su Qiao over.

Just as Dabao's painting was about to finish, a voice suddenly came in from behind.

Widow Li glanced at the villain’s painting and gave a compliment.

"The painting is so good, it's a good seedling for painting, it's a pity..."

Su Qiao turned her head and glanced at it. It turned out to be the beautiful Widow Li in the village.

(End of this chapter)