Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2703 Sister-in-law's Artistic Life (50)

Even though he had prepared himself, when he saw Wei Lianhua's new work, Wang Yilin still began to doubt his life.

If it was the two eyes of Lao Ding's head that were scary in the last painting.

Then this time the painting is the horror of the whole story.

Perhaps it was always criticized by Albert in the past, saying that her paintings were not drawn by hand.

Therefore, this painting has become a pure hand-painting.

Numerous palm lines can be seen appearing on the canvas, and occasionally there are a few shocking red dots pressed out with fingers.

There are even sporadic fingerprints on the edge of the frame.

The most weird thing is that this painting actually creates a strange three-dimensional effect.

Wang Yilin's eyes stayed on the painting all the time, and she felt that those few red dots were all her own.

Being dragged to hell by countless hands
Wang Yilin gasped, this thing was actually drawn by someone.
No, this thing was actually drawn by her mother.

Seeing Wang Yilin staring at the painting in a daze, Wei Lianhua approached Wang Yilin excitedly: "You understand what I want to express, don't you?"

Wang Yilin nodded with difficulty: She really understood.

The corners of Wei Lianhua's mouth slowly opened: "I'll just say I'm talented, just look at how well I draw volcanic eruptions!"

Wang Yilin: "."What kind of volcanic eruption, isn't what her mother wants to paint despair?

She happily put the painting to dry near the door, Wei Lianhua felt like she was going to fly.

He also said that drawing is difficult, but she can draw well in ten minutes.

But washing hands is really difficult. She changed three basins of water before washing her hands clean.

But now it seems that everything is worth it.

It's just that the painting has to be put away, there are many people in the yard, if someone walks away quickly, then she will lose a lot.

Putting the painting in a place she thought was safe, Wei Lianhua began to talk to her son: "Why didn't you do it this afternoon."

Wang Yilin obviously didn't expect Wei Lianhua to change the subject suddenly, knowing what Wei Lianhua was talking about in his heart, Wang Yilin looked down at his fingers: "Because I'm very weak."

Wei Lianhua: "." What kind of reason is that!
Knowing that Wei Lianhua didn't understand, Wang Yilin's voice became more and more subtle: "I have to make myself look more like a weak person, so that others will feel that they owe me."

Since she was a child, she has always relied on herself.

When she was competing with others for land and trash cans outside, she could be tough and fight with others.

But in the village, if she wanted to live a peaceful life, she had to show weakness.

They are all from the same village, you can't see when you look down.

She needs to make herself look more pitiful in order for others to sympathize with her.

Moreover, if you are bullied by children in the same village in the village, you will be compensated.

In the past, as long as she was more embarrassed, cried more sadly, and was seen by others.

That night, there will be an extra radish or a spoonful of grain at home.

It's not that she's a bully, but that she wants others to think she's a bully.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, she has been living hard in this way.

Now the life at home is better, but the problems that can be developed have long been unable to be corrected.

And in the eyes of the children in the village, she has also become a poor little girl who can be bullied at will.
Wei Lianhua thought about various reasons why Wang Yilin would be bullied.

But she didn't expect that the truth was even more unreliable than what she imagined.

Staring seriously into Wang Yilin's eyes, Wei Lianhua suddenly said, "If you were given a chance, would you beat those children?"

Wang Yilin shook his head seriously: "I won't."

This time, before Wei Lianhua could ask why, Wang Yilin said directly: "You can't have disputes with fellow villagers."

Not only hurt feelings, but also things.

Wei Lianhua's face trembled, she seemed to understand what this brat meant.

For people who don't know you outside, you can do whatever you want.

But once there are acquaintances around, they must quickly pretend to be weak.

In order to set up a person for yourself in due course.

This kid.
This cleverness of standing up and down seems to follow her!

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Wang Yilin resembled herself. Wei Lianhua turned her head and took out a pink stick from the corner of the table: "You hold this well, tomorrow I will show you what a real man should do."

Wang Yilin blinked, took the stick subconsciously, and then looked up at her mother: "It's not good to hit someone."

Why does her mother always like to do it so much, why not use it when there is a better way of action.

Wei Lianhua reached out and scratched the back of her head: "What's wrong, they bullied you, aren't you angry?"

Wang Yilin let out a deep breath: "It's just a few words, we have a lot of family members today, otherwise we may have saved food for the night."

She never holds grudges, and those who bully her will either suffer financially or physically, and they will not live overnight anyway.

She wouldn't be afraid if there was someone who was stingy and stingy, as long as she ran away crying every time she saw each other.

After a few times, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't bear the strange eyes of others, so he obediently takes out his things.

For doing such a thing, Wang Yilin has no sense of guilt.

If it wasn't for the adults talking too much, how could the child think of laughing at her like that.

After all, it's not a good thing.

Not wanting to continue this topic, Wang Yilin pointed to the painting in the corner: "Mother, what are you going to do with this thing?"

There was no way, she really couldn't go against her conscience and say that this thing was a painting.

Unaware that Wang Yilin was changing the subject, Wei Lianhua turned her head to look at the painting, and then grinned contentedly: "How much do you think this painting is worth?"

Wang Yilin glanced at the painting again, and immediately felt goosebumps all over his body.

If she saw this thing while collecting garbage, she might discuss with the owner and ask them to pay [-] cents to help them throw this thing into the garbage dump.

But in this case, she couldn't tell her mother.

After estimating the price of the frame and watercolor, Wang Yilin gave a fair price: "Sixty-five cents!"

It really can't be more, this piece of cloth may be used as a patch or something after washing.

Wei Lianhua's eyes widened suddenly, and her voice seemed to be strangled: "I sold those two paintings yesterday for [-] yuan!"

Although there are still [-] IOUs, it is still [-].

Looking at her mother's ferocious face, Wang Yilin: "."

Are you sure you are buying a painting?
Hearing Wei Lianhua screaming, when her two paintings could sell for [-] yuan.

The guardians outside the door exchanged glances: It is really a sad thing for such a genius to want to be a painter in order to make money.

What makes them even sadder is that there is nothing they can do about it.

Such a shield, such a flying car.
I really want it!

Wei Lianhua walked anxiously around the room, and suddenly took the pink stick from Wang Yilin's hand: "How much do you think this thing is worth?"

It seems that we still have to sell paintings and send weapons.

Wang Yilin looked at the stick with professional eyes: "Is it made of iron? If so, it costs [-] cents a catty."
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I was told that there are too many salted fish, but I suddenly found that I really seem to be a salted fish.

Forget it, lie down
(End of this chapter)