Chapter 311： words in words

Chapter 311 There are words in the words

Zhou Rong went out for a trip, and when he came back, he saw his little daughter-in-law tumbling around in the study, so he asked casually, "Isn't the playbook ready?"

"Yeah, I'm painting!" She replied without looking up.

"Painting?" Zhou Rong was surprised, leaned over and asked, "Draw what?"

"Mother said, at this age, the old lady of the Yao family should like to eat fast food and recite Buddha, I will draw a Guanyin statue!" She explained, but the pen in her hand did not stop.

The portraits on the paper have only a few brushstrokes and no specific graphics, but Zhou Rong has glimpsed Xi Yao's superb painting skills.

His heart throbbed and he couldn't help rubbing his forehead...

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the day when Li Han went to the village, and found that his daughter-in-law seemed to have a deep understanding of the situation in the capital.

But he thought it was impossible.

If she really came from the capital, how could she be willing to stay here and live such a hard life with him?

The family's central feeder is in the hands of the mother, and Xi Yao does not have much money in her hand, even if the mother will give it, it will not be much...

No, it's not silver, it's Xi Yao who didn't even take the money he got.

It can be said that she is indifferent to everything.

For example, the curved plough, the warm kang, the two-season food, the Buddha statue she is currently painting...

These things that amaze and amaze others are not very important in Xi Yao's eyes.

Looking at the profile of Xi Yao's serious painting, Zhou Rong hesitated, and finally pressed his cheeks and smiled, feeling that he was cowardly.

He still dared not ask.

Even if he knew that the daughter-in-law in front of him had a problem, it might not be the daughter of the Xi family, not his real daughter-in-law, but he still dared not ask.

"What are you doing, standing there motionless, blocking me," Xi Yao protested, feeling that the people around him were like wooden stakes.

The disgusted Zhou Rong leaned in, his deep eyes staring at the person in front of him, motionless...

Xi Yao was drawing, but she always felt that something was wrong. She turned her head subconsciously and was startled by Zhou Rong's dimly lit eyes, and almost threw the pen in her hand.

"Ah! Fourth brother, are you going to scare me to death!?" She exclaimed, seeing that it was Zhou Rong, and asked while clutching her heart.

Zhou Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "Who else can you think of besides me?"

In this room, no one will come in except them.

Xi Yao was angrily laughed, "Of course I'll be scared when I see you out of the blue!"

This is a bit vexatious.

"You are so devoted to your own painting, I came in and talked to you," he said with aggrieved expression: "Daughter-in-law, you don't need to take it so seriously, you care about me anyway!"

I have never seen her give me anything...

These inexplicably sour words made Xi Yao raise his eyebrows: "Why don't I care about you anymore?"

"You forgot me when you painted!"

This is hard-hitting evidence.

Xi Yao speechlessly twitched the corners of his mouth and was defeated.

"Fourth brother, did you do it on purpose?" She stomped her feet.

Zhou Rong was not joking, but leaned in front of her and asked solemnly, "Can you hand over your portrait?"

"Why not?" she wondered.

"The Qi family and the Yao family are also famous people. This portrait is really handed over. What do you think people will think?"

Xi Yao looked at Zhou Rong's calm eyes, and thought of the intertwining of several of his own painting methods, his eyes shrank immediately, and his heart also "squeaked", feeling that Zhou Rong had something to say...

(end of this chapter)