Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2696 Sister-in-law's Artistic Life (43)

Wei Shitou was still riding on the village head's back and dared not get off.

And the young man who just sprinkled water ran back screaming: "It's not good, Uncle Shitou has grown legs, Uncle Shitou can walk now."

It was obviously a shocking and good thing, but this man shouted out the bleak feeling of Japanese pirates entering the village at the top of his voice.

Wei Shitou took a deep breath: "This kid Tie Zhu is getting older and more unstable."

Village Chief: "...you get off me first"

His aura as a village chief was completely crushed by the stones.

Fortunately, at this time, Wu Qiaofeng had brought her water boots and put them on for Wei Shishi.

Wei Shitou carefully climbed off the village head.

After stepping on the ground, Wei Shitou smiled at the village head: "Let's go in and have a meeting, we brothers haven't had a good chat for a long time."

Looking at Wei Shitou's legs, the village chief nodded subconsciously: They really haven't sat together for many years.

Just as he was thinking, he saw movement around him.

I saw that the door of my house was surrounded by people. I haven't seen so many people in uniform for a long time.

Wei Shishi subconsciously held his breath: This is
Before he could think too much, an imposing man who was the leader walked quickly to Wei Shitou and saluted him: "Comrade Wei Shitou."

Wei Shishi subconsciously raised his right hand and returned a salute, but he heard the other party continue: "Can we take a step to talk."

Wei Shitou: "." This man put on such a big posture, what exactly is he trying to say to him!
The village chief who was also trapped in the house: If I say that I don't know him now, can you let me out.

Until class time, Wang Yilin was still thinking about the little ball her mother gave to grandma.

Because he was so engrossed in thinking, he even ignored the envious eyes of the classmates around him.

If it was in the past, Wang Yilin would definitely show off his motorcycle fight with his classmates.

But now, her mind is on those two little balls.

It's not that she thinks her mother will harm her grandparents, but her mother is really unreliable.

She had asked earlier in the morning what that little ball was for.

But her mother thought about it for a long time, but in the end she could only hold back the three words "I don't know".

I heard from my mother that this thing suddenly appeared in my hand while sleeping, and my mother felt that it must have something to do with her grandfather's legs, so I gave it to him.

This made Wang Yilin even more puzzled as to what it was.

Because of being too worried, Wang Yilin slipped away from class for the first time in his life, and began to look forward to leaving school.

She wanted to go back and have a look, otherwise her eyelids would always be twitching.

Wei Lianhua sat on the motorcycle and began to show Wang Yong the way.

Unexpectedly, the two went around until the motorcycle ran out of gas, but they didn't find their destination.

After the spare oil on the motorcycle also bottomed out, Wang Yong began to think about finding a nearby police station for help.

Seeing that it was already noon, Wei Lianhua directly lifted the car and others together helplessly.

She found that this man named Wang Yong was a road idiot.

When asked to go left, he turned right, but when asked to go right, he turned left.

It's like getting ready to fight her.

But anyway, this man gave her a motorcycle after all.

Therefore, Wei Lianhua did not intend to leave her in the wild.

Instead, he carried Wang Yonghe's motorcycle and ran towards Albert.

There wasn't enough time in the first place, but this person still wanted to make trouble for her, it was really annoying.

Wang Yong struggled and jumped into the car, feeling the wind blowing on his cheeks, and he felt flustered for a while.

How can this woman run so fast.

No, why does she have so much strength.

Wang Yong grabbed the bucket and started to think wildly, but he didn't know that the motorcycle under him had changed its surname.

Albert was also very anxious at this time. It was already noon, but the person who claimed to be his student hadn't appeared yet.

At the same time, a voice kept reminding him in his mind: Don't wait, that person won't come, you have been deceived.

Albert looked down at the dusty ring in his hand. He wanted to change his perception of this country. The people in this country are really, really
The three words too bad lingered in his heart, and Albert's eyes were covered with haze.

Seeing the sun in the sky, and the cold wind blowing through Albert, Albert's heart became colder than his body.

He stood up slowly and told the bodyguard behind him, "Let's go!"

The bodyguard nodded immediately.

But before he could turn his head and leave, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the distance.

The little black dot moved very quickly, and it jumped in front of him in a short while.

The same rough face, the same rough voice: "Old Te, I'm here."

After finishing speaking, Wei Lianhua threw the motorcycle in his hand aside, and pulled out the portrait of Lao Ding's head from his arms: "Look at how I drew it."

Albert quietly swallowed his saliva, and the corners of his eyes glanced at the motorcycle on the ground and Wang Yong on the car from time to time.

Suddenly thinking of what Wei Lianhua said to him yesterday, he subconsciously took two deep breaths, and Albert pursed his lips tightly.

Since you have such ability, it would be great to participate in the Olympics, why should you be obsessed with what you are not good at?
As he was thinking, he unfolded the picture scroll, just in time to meet Lao Ding's pair of empty eyes.

Albert suddenly saw the painting closed, and looked at Wei Lianhua with a ferocious expression.

Life is so long.

To participate in the Olympic Games, to kill and set fire, to destroy the world, doing something is better than painting.

Why must we be obsessed with destroying the elegant painting business?

His teacher once took him to prison, where he saw a murderous scribble.

At that time, the teacher pointed to the painting and told him that it was a true portrayal of a person's dark heart.

Since then, that stick figure has haunted him like a demon.

Every time he draws, he subconsciously avoids those lines.

That memory lingers like a demon.

But compared with this painting, that murderer has become a sunny boy.

Albert grasped the drawing in his hand, and then looked at Wei Lianhua's head.

He is debating whether to sacrifice his life to defend his dream.

If he knocked on this woman's head, what is the probability of him surviving.

Albert's expression became more and more serious, but he heard an exclamation from the side: "Why do you have this ring?"

After surviving the suffocating dizziness, Wang Yong struggled to get out of the car.

After shaking a few times, Wang Yong looked at Albert's hand in surprise.

Why is this ring in the hands of a crooked nut? It seems that their investigation of Wei Lianhua is not complete enough.

After listening to Wang Yong's words, Albert shrank his hands into his sleeves subconsciously: no one can see that he is carrying this thing.

It's just too shameful.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yong's eyes seemed to be glued to his hands. Wherever Albert moved, Wang Yong's eyes followed.

A burst of embarrassment arose in Albert's heart, and he subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, a picture suddenly appeared in Wei Lianhua's mind.

So, she imitated subconsciously.

She grabbed Albert's collar and turned him in front of Wang Yong: "This is my master."

Then he grabbed Wang Yong's collar: "It doesn't matter who this person is."

After finishing speaking, she nodded indifferently: "Now, you can hug!"

(End of this chapter)