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Chapter 115 Making Waste into Treasure

Chapter 115 Making Waste into Treasure
Look at the paper that she blows around vigorously.

It was originally a lump of ink, but she blew out a streak of ink.And the route of the ink marks is not straight yet, sometimes there are some bends, and sometimes there are some turns.There are also some twigs.It looks like a dead tree root.

Maybe it was blowing too hard, Duanmu Wei stretched out her hands and rubbed her face on both sides, and then reached out to take a clean pen.Just use the cinnabar paste brought by the third senior brother, and then lightly dab around the black ink stains that have been blown, some places are denser, and some places are thinner.

"Hey! Junior sister, is your painting a plum blossom?"

The three senior brothers all watched her messing around, but the third senior brother screamed at her!
When Duanmuwei finished it and showed it to everyone, it really turned out to be a beautiful picture of plum blossoms!

The good thing is, the blown ink is different from the one drawn by that brush, and the blown ink has a more real beauty!At every turn, the branches of the plum tree appear to be vigorous and powerful.

The black ink blown away on the original white paper is matched with a little bit of red cinnabar.It looks like a plum blossom in full bloom.special atmosphere.Although it is only a small frame, you can already see the power and beauty of this picture!
"Good! What a plum blossom picture!"

Unexpectedly, the little junior sister has such a trick!

Ximen Jin took a look at Junior Sister.To have such skill, this is not something a four-year-old child can do.If she hadn't learned it.Or she had seen it.

Duanmu Wei looked at it, and she also felt very satisfied with a smile:
"How is it? Little brother? Didn't you say that this piece of paper will be wasted? I can turn waste into treasure!"

"That's good, that's good, can my little junior sister draw other paintings?"

Ximen Jin still doesn't believe that little junior sister really knows nothing, but she just turned waste into treasure.

Duanmu Wei thought for a while and said:

"I can draw a little bit, but I'm not very good at using this brush."

'Here, that quill you made last time.you try it? '

Duanmuwei thought for a while, and asked the little brother to bring her a blank book.Because there are often books to be copied, a bound blank book is kept in their study for a long time.

Duanmu Wei sat down and said:

"You'll have to wait a while for this one. I'll start drawing now."

What Duanmu Wei drew was a kind of stick figure that she had learned in her previous life.All with a few simple strokes, it is possible to outline a character but a thing.There can be no color, no light.Just simple lines.

The three senior brothers were not in a hurry, they all looked at the little junior sister who drew a circle in the lower right corner of each page, and it looked like a big character was written under the circle, it looked like a person, and felt that something was missing.

Then the second page is also a circle, but the strokes of the big characters below are different.The front of one horizontal line is folded vertically, and so is the one below.

It is not difficult to draw, very simple, but the lines on each page are different.

"Junior Sister, what you're drawing is a small person, right? I just don't understand what's going on with your feet and hands. It's like this for a while, and it's like that for a while."

It's still brother Yan who is clever and can tell the difference at a glance.

Indeed, this is a painted little figure.

After a while, Duanmu Wei finished drawing fifty pages of a book.Then he picked up the book and said to the three brothers:
"Come, come. I'll show you what I drew. Stand a little behind me and look at the place where I drew."

Duanmuwei picked up the book and let the pages staggered.Then turn the pages quickly.In the eyes of the three senior brothers, the little figure drawn just now is walking.

Alive!

(End of this chapter)