"Have you all learned it?"
"Cousin, I can weave it, but I can't tie the knot at the end!”Qianqian said.
"I learned it, but it doesn't look that good.”Dayan said,
"I've learned it too, but it's a little loose.”Xiao Yan said.
"It's okay. You guys just need to practice a few more times. I used to knit it so that the tightness was not the same. It didn't look good. I had to knit it many times before it took shape!”I'm telling the truth. When I first learned it, I dismantled it many times and learned it for several days! He saw that their story was already much better than before.
"It's getting late. I have to go back. You guys practice on your own!”
"Okay, Cousin, you can go back. I'll practice more!”
" Goodbye, Sister. Thank you, Sister." Da Yan and Xiao Yan said together.
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"Mother, I'm back. Has my father returned?”
"You're back. You're lying in the west room. Your father treated someone to a meal and drank a few mouthfuls of wine today, so you have to lie in the room for a while!”
Drunk after a few sips? Is the alcohol too strong or is my father's alcohol tolerance too low?
"How did my father get drunk after a few sips of wine?”She said it out loud as she thought about it.
"Your father has always been like this. His face will turn red after drinking a mouthful of wine. If he drinks a little more, his whole body will turn red and have pimples. If he drinks a little more, his heart will beat faster. Today was also the same. He knew that he couldn't drink, but he still tried to be brave!”
Aiya! Why does it sound like an alcohol allergy? My father was like that in my previous life too. He was allergic to alcohol. It's fine if he wears alcohol products, but he can't drink it. Even a small glass of beer will make his face blush and his heart beat. Red bumps will appear all over his body. There was once when someone forced my father to drink a few mouthfuls of white wine and almost went to the hospital! Why is my father like this too! Could it be that this world is the same as my previous world except for the difference in age? But I didn't have so many cousins in my previous life! Could it be that they were all killed by the family planning program?
"Is my father alright?" I asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I'm just blushing and have a headache. I should be fine in a while.”
I went to the west room to take a look. There was no smell of alcohol on my father. His face was still a little red and he had already fallen asleep. It looked like she was fine. She should be fine after she woke up.
I came out of the west room. Did he drink too much?"
"Your grandfather is in the study at the back! He said that he's in the mood to paint. Go to the backyard and look for him!”
"Is that so? Grandpa hasn't painted for the past few days. I have to go and take a look.”As he spoke, he rushed to the backyard.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm back. What are you doing?”I ran to the study.
"Little Jia is back! Grandpa is painting. Come and take a look."
"Hmm, what did you draw?" I leaned over.
His grandfather was drawing a banquet. He hadn't finished the drawing, but the frame was already out. The scene of a group of men drinking and chatting was realistic. Seeing that it wasn't finished yet, I didn't want to disturb the old man's interest in painting. I was about to go out and see the brush and paint by the side. I also wanted to try painting.
"Grandpa, I want to draw too."
"You want to draw too? Alright then, if you have a pen, paper, ink, and paint, go and draw! But don't get it on your body. I won't care if your mother says anything about you!”
"Got it. I'll be careful!"
I went to the other side to find a small and medium-sized brush and a piece of cut paper. I laid it out on the side of the table. I was too small to reach it. I looked around and saw that there was nothing that could help me. What should I do?
"Grandpa, I can't reach it!"
"Wait!" As he spoke, he left.
When he came back, he was holding a rectangular wooden box that was used to store calligraphy and paintings.”
What should I draw? I'll try drawing a butterfly. I saw my mother embroider a butterfly a few days ago. It's quite beautiful. It's just that there's no transition color and it's just an ordinary embroidery method. I'll draw one and let her try to embroider something like Su embroidery! It was decided!
I'll try drawing with black ink first. I'll still have to adjust the colors. I'll use color after I'm successful. After all, I've only learned sketching for a few months. Watercolor and Chinese painting were taught in art classes in primary school. I didn't learn much in one or two classes, but I've drawn two paintings. One was a chrysanthemum painting, and the other was something like a bird. I can't remember it too much after so long!╭(╯ε╰)╮
First, he dipped a fine brush in ink and drew the outline of a small butterfly. Then, he dipped a medium-sized brush in water and dyed it. In theory, the ink would change color when it melted, but! His imagination was very rich, but reality was very skinny. He had become a pile of dirt and nothing could be seen. He was the first to fail! Again, this piece of paper had quite a lot of space. Let's try another place.
I tried a few more times, but there was no place to write on this piece of paper. The first piece of paper was scrapped!
"Grandpa, give me another piece of paper!"
"Oh, here. Be careful not to dirty your clothes!”Grandpa looked up at the paper that I had used to draw and handed me another piece. Seeing that the paper was black, he thought that I was playing and handed it to me without saying anything. He even told me not to dirty my clothes.
"Sigh! I know, I'm very careful. Look, it's not dirty at all!”I didn't explain what I was drawing either. I really didn't draw anything! Grandpa told me to pay attention to my clothes, and I took a look at them. They're not dirty!
On the second piece of paper, I gave up on my previous idea. That kind of smudging painting method might require an experienced old artist to draw it well. I'd better forget about it!
Try sketching! I'll use a fine brush. I won't draw butterflies this time. Grandpa has a pot of jasmine and a pot of spider plant in his study. I'll draw them!
Using a fine brush as a pencil to draw the spider plant was still a little awkward! After repeatedly drawing for an hour, he finally drew a part of the spider plant. It looked quite similar.
It would also look pretty if I embroidered a flower on a corner of the handkerchief. After finding the feeling of painting, I mixed the colors, found green, yellow, and white, and put them aside. I changed them to colored colors and drew another one according to the previous method. This one was much more vivid and beautiful. The emerald green leaves were slender and long. There was a milky white leaf tendon in the middle of the leaves. The green leaves were interlaced as if they were stretching out in all directions and hanging down slightly! I drew the leaves at the edge very lightly, as if they were under the sun. The transition colors of different shades were like bathing in the sun. There were also a few small white flowers on the flower path. The fully opened flowers or half-opened flower buds were faintly discernible among the green leaves.
When he saw the colorful painting, he was very satisfied!
"Grandpa, I'm done drawing. I'm going to show Grandma and Mom!”
"Go, I'll clean up these things later!”
I took the painting for 2 hours and finally finished it. I ran to the central room and couldn't wait to shout," Mom, come and take a look.”
"What did you draw? Why are you in such a hurry?" My mother took the painting and looked at it.
"Aiya, Mother, come over quickly. Look at what our Little Jia drew!”My mother called out excitedly.
"I'm here, I'm here. What are you drawing? You're so excited!"
"Look, look!" Show the painting to Grandma!
"Aiya, it looks so real! Did Little Jia draw this?" The old lady said in surprise.
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