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Chapter 42 Draw illustrations, feel good, and draw very smoothly!

"Eldest sister doesn't want to either."

Da Ya's eyelids were watery: "Elder Sister would rather suffer by herself than you and Erya."

"Sister, why don't parents like us?"

Sanya pursed her lips, wanting to cry: "Is it because we are girls?"

"Sanya, be good, don't cry."

Da Ya wiped the corners of her eyes, forced a smile, and comforted her sister: "My parents don't like us, and my second uncle and aunt, they are good people, they won't just sit and watch us suffer, and don't care about it."

"How good would it be if we were the daughters of the second uncle and the second aunt?"

Sanya is innocent: "Sanya likes them and doesn't want to go home."

"Good, go to sleep."

Da Ya smiled wryly, not knowing how to answer: "If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

"My sister is sleeping too."

San Ya tightly grabbed the skirt of the eldest sister and did not let go.

"Sister, just lie on the bedside for a while."

Da Ya pulled her sister's little hand away, stuffed her into the bed, and lay down beside the bed, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed.

Sanya looked at her sister for a while, couldn't help being sleepy, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes, and fell asleep again in a daze.

"Hi."

Wu Juan heard the conversation between the two sisters through the window and sighed deeply.

*
In the early hours of the morning, the rain was still falling, and the green mountains and green waters were covered with rain and fog.

Ye Jian got up early, ate breakfast in a hurry, and took Da Ya out of the house.

The rain blurred vision and the river was turbulent. Fearing that something might happen, Wu Juan restrained her daughter and prevented her from going fishing in the river.

Ye Xiuyan had nothing to do, so she tidied up the desk, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and continued to draw illustrations.

There are two manuscripts on the left side of the desk, which have not yet been printed. The content of the story is roughly the same as what she drew before, and they are the most popular love stories between a gifted man and a beautiful woman.

She opened one of them, read it word by word, and added bookmarks to the positions suitable for drawing illustrations.

After reading it for a while, inspiration suddenly appeared, and a picture of a young girl who met her lover on the stone arch bridge, with red cheeks and shyness when she wanted to speak, was sketched in her mind.

Without any delay, she picked up the brush and started to draw according to what she thought in her mind.

The room was very quiet, except for the slight rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

Ye Xiuyan writes like flying, and the painting is hearty.

In less than half a stick of incense, the girl was outlined in her pen, slender and soft, with a shy expression that was eager to speak and vivid.

She bit the pen holder, thought for a while, and sketched a few more strokes on the background, and the stone arch bridge and the boy came alive on the paper.

Feels good, draws very smoothly!

Staring at the sketch for a few seconds, she nodded in satisfaction and placed the paper on the corner of the desk.

Waiting for drying and coloring, I picked up the manuscript again and continued to look through it.

*
After noon, the rain stopped and Erya woke up.

Wu Juan used the remaining bamboo shoots to exchange two eggs with Aunt Zhang, and steamed a bowl of egg custard for her.

Erya ate egg custard, her spirits improved, and she could barely sit up leaning against the head of the bed.

"Erya, does your head still hurt?"

Ye Xiuyan stood in front of the bed, reaching out to touch Erya's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt."

Er Ya's eyes showed gratitude, thinking of her cruel parents, she sniffled and wanted to cry again.

"Ah, don't cry."

Wu Juan caressed her face, and whispered to persuade: "Crying is not good for your health, it is not good for the recovery of the injury."

"Second aunt, thank you."

Er Ya choked up and wept.

"Thank you."

Wu Juan's brows and eyes were gentle: "You are polite with my aunt."

"Sister Erya, don't worry."

Ye Xiuyan stood up for her mother: "With my mother here, no one dares to bully you, not even uncle and uncle."

(End of this chapter)