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Wenxiu painstakingly drew for two days at home. Only when her eyes became dry and her wrist started to ache did she stop. Twenty new patterns were drawn on the four pieces of cloth. Although Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck were of the same color, they were still vivid and lifelike. She had even purposely marked the corresponding area with colors. When the time came, she would let Soo Niang make the patterns. That would be a fresh and fresh picture.

Tree and Tong looked at Mickey Mouse's big ears and Donald Duck's big mouth. The two siblings tilted their heads at the same time and wondered what their mother had drawn. She looked like a mouse and a duck, but how could a mouse have feet to walk on? And that duck, he was actually wearing clothes, how funny!

Seeing that the two little fellows were looking at her seriously, Wen Xiu put down the charcoal and picked up the Tong Tong. She smiled and asked, "Do you want to know what this is? Do you want to learn to draw? "

"Yes!"

The two little fellows responded at the same time, their bright eyes filled with anticipation.

Paper and pen were for the entertainment of the upper class. For the current scholar, they could not be bought, nor were they of any use. The cloth was also paid for, and the child learned to draw with novelty, as was drawing on the ground with a stick.

Sharp branches were much easier to use than charcoal. With a light stroke on the soft soil, it was possible to draw out the lines of the target pattern. Wenxiu held onto the Tong Tong's small hand, spending a Mickey Mouse's head, big ears, big eyes, and a pointed nose. The little girl's big eyes lit up with excitement.

Tree saw his mother holding his sister's hand and drawing a complete Mickey Mouse. Although he didn't want to compete with his sister for his mother's hand, he was feeling anxious. He wanted to as well, and he wanted to as well.

Wenxiu seemed to have the ability to read minds. After drawing, she coaxed the Tong Tong to the side, then took the tree into her arms and began to draw with her hands.

The Tong Tong Tong was walking around the Mickey Mouse, happily dancing and waving its arms around. It didn't have the slightest intention of competing with its older brother for the mother's hand, even if it was playing around by itself.

It was a picture of an old Donald Duck, wearing a navy cap, a blue bow tie, and a salute with wings.

Trees like it very much.

"Mother, can you draw a Tong Tong?"

The Tong Tong Tong saw that her mother had let go of her older brother and happily walked up to her. With her arms around her mother's neck, she tilted her head and blinked her large eyes as she asked in a sweet and soft voice.

Wenxiu's heart softened, but she shook her head. "No." If she could draw a cartoon character like that, then she would need time to do it. If she couldn't even draw a drawing like that, how was she supposed to draw?

When Tong Tong heard this, she pursed her lips and pulled at her head unhappily. Her meaty fingers poked and prodded her mother's body, showing just how uncomfortable she was. The little girl thought for a while and instantly felt better. She wiped away her gloom and said happily, "Mother, then you don't know how to paint your brother and Uncle Shuai?"

Wenxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Yeah, I don't know either."

The Tong Tong Tong heard the affirmation and became even more heartless as he clapped his hands in greeting. Mother would not paint all of them. Her heart was in balance, and she was not unhappy at all.

At the side, Tree looked at his beloved Old Duck, but there was no trace of joy on her face. If the Tong Tong Tong didn't mention him, he hadn't realized that his handsome uncle hadn't been home for the past few days.

Did his mother kick out his handsome uncle?

The little guy was very conflicted. If Uncle Shuai left, then no one would fight with him for his sister and mother. However, he missed Uncle Shuang a lot. He was starting to like the feeling of Uncle Shuang around him.

"Brother, why aren't you happy? Don't you like the paintings your mother drew for you? "

"Of course not!" Tree was afraid that his mother would misunderstand him. Once he got excited, he shouted with a red face and a thick neck.

This was the first time that Tong Tong Tong had been yelled at by her older brother. She looked extremely wronged, and with the flick of her mouth, large tears rolled down her face like pearls from the corner of her eyes, falling onto the ground.

"Wah …" "Big brother's bad."

Wenxiu had yet to recover from the sudden roar of the tree, but the demonic sound of the Tong Tong Tong had already reached her ears. Just a moment ago, they were still celebrating when they started crying.

Seeing how her sister was crying because of her fear, Tree felt very regretful. He wanted to coax her and make her forgive him. But the Tong Tong Tong was sad and completely ignored him.

Although Wenxiu didn't know why the tree's voice was so loud, she understood what the Tong Tong was feeling. Mu Er was a sister-con, and she usually protected the Tong Tong well, making the Tong Tong feel that her older brother was a great and warm-hearted person. However, if he was hurt by his closest brother today, wouldn't he die from grief?

The Tong Tong Tong was tired from crying, and the crying gradually subsided. Only two sounds could be heard, one after another. Finally, it fell asleep in its mother's arms. The courtyard quieted down.

Wenxiu put the Tong Tong into the house and covered herself with the blanket. Then, she came out, only to see Tree standing at her original spot with her head lowered, looking as if she had done something wrong.

In his previous life, he had always heard his neighbors talk about the two or three children in the family, and he had to give them justice every day. However, as they spoke, there was a hidden "pain" of happiness between their brows.

The Tung Tong siblings were considered to be very sensible children. But sometimes, Wenxiu would just watch the two of them make a fuss over trivial matters. Today, the Tong Tong had cried, and she too felt terrible. But, the tree hadn't committed any big mistakes, so she couldn't beat up the tree for it, could she?

It was necessary to communicate more between the adult and the child, to explain the whole story clearly, and to educate the child to apologize. This would achieve the effect of education without harming the relationship between the adult and the child.

Wenxiu waved her hand and called Tree to her. She squatted down and looked at him. She asked gently, "Tree, can you tell mom why you're talking to your little sister so loudly all of a sudden?"

Tree kept his eyes closed for a long time without saying anything. Wen Xiu thought she wasn't 'gentle' enough, so she planned to be 'gentle' a little bit more. But then, Tree said, "Mother, I didn't do it on purpose. Actually, I don't know why …" "I'm just a bit annoyed …"

Eyebrows...

What was there to be annoyed about in a child's heart?

Although Wenxiu had this thought in her heart, she still maintained a gentle appearance. "Why would it be annoying?" If you have something on your mind, can you tell your mother? "

Shi'er pursed her lips and stayed silent for a while. Then, she looked up into her mother's eyes. "Mother, where is Uncle Shuai?" Is he gone? Will he come back? "

"Does Tree like Handsome Uncle?"

"I think he has the feeling of a father."

Li Jun?

When Wen Xiu thought about how Li Jun had abandoned the three of them without a word, anger welled in her heart again. However, she suppressed it and said, "Uncle Shuai is not coming back. Can mother find a new father for you?"

Tree subconsciously nodded, but he felt something was off. Before he could understand what was going on, the Tong Tong Tong in the room had already woken up.