Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 68 Why is this painting filled with talisman energy?

In addition to painting, Mr. Wen also likes antiques.

He took out a vase in the study and said: "I just found this two days ago. I asked someone to appraise it and it is definitely an antique. I don't have anything else valuable here, so I gave this to Porridge." Well, I hope you don’t dislike it.”

After seeing this vase, Porridge's eyes lit up and he shook his little head, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, I like it very much! Thank you, grandpa!"

As she said that, she happily took it, her face was full of joy, and she looked like she liked it very much.

Little does he know that what Congee is looking at is actually the spirit in the vase.

Yes, there is a spirit in this vase!

Of course, people can't fit in, but the spirit body can change into various forms, shrink and enlarge at will. When Qi Zhou looked inside, he saw the spirit body lying inside with its legs crossed, and its snoring was loud. .

More importantly, this is still a poor guy!

Just like her, they are all paupers!
This was the first time that Qiu Zhou saw a poor ghost, and for a while he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​getting close to him.

As if aware of her gaze, the poor man opened his eyes lazily, and then said: "Hey, poor man, there are actually people who are poorer than me."

Congee's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are the poor one!"

She has already started making money!

Once the Patriarch's golden light is fully restored, he will be able to get rid of his life of being short of money.

Sooner or later she will become a rich little woman!

Porridge groaned angrily, but Mr. Wen and the others couldn't see the poor ghost. Seeing her face suddenly darken, they asked cautiously: "Don't you like it?"

Hearing this, Porridge came back to his senses and quickly shook his head, "No, I like it."

As she spoke, she quietly drew a poor talisman and threw it into the vase. When she heard the poor man cursing, she pursed her lips and felt happy.

Let him talk nonsense!

Afterwards, Wen Yao took them to Cui Rong's studio to look at the paintings and sorted out the paintings. After entrusting the matter to Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen chose one for himself, and another one was forced on him. Let him take them all, and then return to Wen's house.

Grandma Wen also prepared lunch. When Wen Yao left, she specifically told her that she would eat more porridge and asked her to cook more.

Grandma Wen cooked a table full of dishes.

Her cooking skills were very good, and she was given thumbs up after eating the porridge, "Grandma's cooking is as delicious as my fourth aunt's!"

Hearing this, Grandma Wen also laughed and said, "If you like it, eat more."

Normally, she and the old man were alone at home, and neither of them enjoyed eating well. They couldn't eat at all. When watching the little girl eat, she did her best and added half a bowl of rice!

After finishing the meal, Congee originally wanted to help wash the dishes, but Grandma Wen rushed her aside to play.

Porridge had no choice but to sit on the sofa.

Because there are no children at home, there are no toys, and he is afraid that she will be bored. After thinking about it, Mr. Wen suggested: "Porridge, do you want to learn to draw? Let me teach you how to draw."

He is a teacher in the art department, and it is easy to teach a child to draw.

Hearing this, Porridge also became interested, "Okay, okay."

She has only learned how to draw talismans from her master, but has not yet learned how to draw.

Probably, almost the same?
Mr. Wen looked cold, but he was actually very patient and taught very carefully.

Nothing is difficult to draw right from the beginning. He started with simple drawings.

"Draw a circle here, a line here... Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Congee nodded heavily and said eagerly: "Grandpa, I seem to have learned it, can you draw it?"

The little girl looked smart, so Mr. Wen didn't say anything and nodded.

Congee held the pen in a dignified manner, with his back straight, making Mr. Wen nod his head, "Hmm...huh?"

The little girl's first stroke was fine, but her second stroke suddenly turned a corner. Mr. Wen was a little surprised, but he didn't interrupt her and let her continue.

Congee also painted with great care. After finishing the painting, she happily showed it to him.

Looking at her finished painting, Mr. Wen's hand holding his beard shook and he almost pulled it off.

I could see that the lines on it were winding and zigzag. They were drawn randomly, but they seemed to follow a pattern. As for what the pattern was, he couldn't tell.

I just feel that this is not so much a painting as it is... a ghost painting talisman!

This was naturally unacceptable to Mr. Wen, but looking at the little girl's expectant eyes, he swallowed his words again and said against his will: "Qiu Pou's paintings are really good." Hearing his compliment, Qiu Pou was stunned. Hi, "Then I will draw a few more pictures for grandpa!"

As she said that, she lowered her head and started drawing again.

Mr. Wen wanted to stop him, but finally gave up after thinking about it.

Forget it, just treat it as a child playing.

After Congee got comfortable with it, he drew faster and faster, and he drew ten pictures in a short time.

Mr. Wen suddenly felt a headache as he looked at a table of ghostly symbols.

Naihe couldn't bear to offend her, so he said: "The painting of Porridge is really good. Grandpa likes it very much. He will find someone to frame it and hang it on the wall soon."

Hearing this, Porridge became even happier. Sure enough, drawing pictures and drawing symbols are the same!

"Yeah! Grandpa taught me well!"

Mr. Wen laughed dryly and suddenly didn't know how to answer these words.

You can't tell anyone, let alone that he taught me.

cough.

He coughed lightly and didn't say much. In fact, if you look carefully at the painting of Porridge, it's... a bit refreshing.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt his mind was a little clearer.

Probably because the little girl is here, looking at her makes her feel better.

Mr. Wen didn't think much about it. Seeing that Congee was interested, he continued painting.

As a result, there were many more "ghost painting talismans".

Finally, before leaving in the evening, Congee said: "Grandpa, I have too many paintings to hang on the wall. If you have any friends, you can give them to them."

She is very generous.

"Okay." Mr. Wen nodded.

Wen Yao glanced casually, her eyes paused slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. When her father praised Congee for his good painting, she looked at him with a strange look.

Although her father is not as good at painting as Cui Rong and Master Yiyun, he is still somewhat famous. His paintings can be sold for hundreds of thousands without any problem, especially because he has a first-class appreciation ability and can tell the quality of a painting at a glance.

Even in the paintings of masters, he can accurately identify the shortcomings, which can be described as sharp.

I didn't expect to praise the little girl's painting so much. It's really a double standard.

But children are just playing, so there is no need to take it too seriously.

After chatting for a few words, she took Porridge and left.

As luck would have it, as soon as they left, someone came to visit Wen's house.

He was a former student of Mr. Wen.

Seeing him sorting out the paintings on his desk, he asked, "Teacher, is this what you just painted?"

After saying that, I saw those paintings and my eyes were stunned. Is this a ghost painting?

After carefully looking at Mr. Wen's expression, the student did not dare to say this, so he asked: "Teacher, can you give me one?"

Mr. Wen could see what he was thinking at a glance. He was a student who was not on the right track and liked to do business. When he was in school, his grades were always at the bottom, but he had a business mind. After graduation, he became a studio agent, specializing in helping with sales. Draw and take a commission from it.

But fortunately, he was not a bad person and had a good heart. He often came to see him. Mr. Wen just nodded at him and said nothing more. Seeing that his eyes kept drifting to the painting, he said with a smile: "Okay, I'll give it to you." Just one."

The student was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

Although he couldn't appreciate it, it was painted by a teacher, so it must be valuable!

After chatting for a while, the old man took a rest early, and the student didn't stay long, so he left with the painting in his arms.

After returning, he put the painting in his study, waiting to be framed tomorrow.

At midnight, while he was sleeping soundly, a bone-cold hand suddenly touched his back.

"Hi handsome~"

(End of this chapter)