Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 64
"Didn't I say that? I'm Wanwan, just a little different from before."

Xiao Nanfeng couldn't understand. If he wanted to ask her anything else at this time, he would miss her painting. He suppressed his curiosity and looked down at the rice paper. It seemed that he had drawn a pine tree, "You drew a pine tree?"

Ying Wanwan hummed, the tip of the pen was stained with ink and continued to trace.

Ying Wanwan painted for nearly three hours, and Xiao Nanfeng watched for nearly three hours. There are green pines, cranes, and peonies in the painting, all of which are vivid.

Watching the moment when she scribbled Fugui Changchun on the upper left corner of the page and signed her name.

Eyes as deep as the sea of ​​stars, nothing but shock, no matter how different the multiple personalities are from the original body, it's not like her, not to mention the complete change from head to toe, but also excellent talents, right?
Moreover, the perseverance is not comparable to that of ordinary people. He was able to sit for nearly three hours without moving.

Thinking of the age she accidentally revealed that night, she was only 17 years old.

Can play the piano at 17?draw?Still have a good handwriting?
And her sentence, she is not her, she is her again.

In the depths of the eyes is a huge wave rolling.

Ying Wanwan put down her pen and stretched her waist to realize that Xiao Nanfeng had been by her side all the time, and raised her eyebrows proudly, "Are you surprised?"

He nodded, looking forward to her explaining to him.

She yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to the toilet and come back to sleep, please help me put away the painting, I'm going to give it to grandpa as a birthday present tomorrow."

Xiao Nanfeng: "."

When Ying Wanwan went out, Xiao Nanfeng carefully put away Ying Wanwan's paintings.

After Ying Wanwan went to the toilet, she bumped into Yu Shuhui, and out of politeness, she greeted her, "Mom, you're not asleep yet."

Because Yu Shuhui was reprimanded by the old lady in the afternoon, she had a lot of opinions on her at this moment, so she hummed lightly and passed her by.

Ying Wanwan pursed her lips, clenched her little hands into fists, and convinced herself.

Anyway, it's not my own mother, daughter and daughter-in-law, it's normal to tolerate my daughter.do not mind.

Go straight upstairs.

Yu Shuhui looked up at her and snorted coldly.

Ying Wanwan fell into insomnia, and said in her heart that she didn't care, but she still cared a little.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the temperature of the kang was high, Xiao Nanfeng was full of anger, Ying Wanwan thought it was too hot, so she wouldn't let him come near.

The bright moonlight outside the house shone on the bed, Xiao Nanfeng tilted his head and looked sideways, "Wanwan, if you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

"Sleep now." Ying Wanwan looked up and closed her eyes.

The man's deep voice echoed in the room, "Is there something on your mind? Because of parents and Nan Lin?"

Ying Wanwan shook her head, "The gap between me and your family is too great. It's only natural for them to look down on me. It's a huge concession for you to agree to marry me."

I guess the old man and the old lady thought the same, but she and Xiao Nanfeng were already married, and the old man was looking forward to a harmonious family, so he always stood by her side.

He comforted her, "I have wronged you." Faced with such a situation, he really did not handle it well.

She followed his words and said, "No!"

Xiao Nanfeng: "."

The east was exposed, and there was a burst of crackling firecrackers in the yard.

Ying Wanwan opened her eyes, she was the only one left on the kang.

Her clothes and pantyhose were neatly folded on the pillow, she sat up and looked around the room, but she didn't see Xiao Nanfeng.

Lift the quilt and get dressed.

He went downstairs with an enamel tooth cup in his hand, the main room was full of people, the old man and the old lady sat at the main seats, and many relatives gave gifts.

In this era, the living conditions of every family are not very good, and most of the nutritional products sent by people are not expensive in terms of packaging.

Ying Wanwan later realized that she had wrongly blamed Xiao Nanfeng, and it was also feasible for them to buy fruits as gifts.

The sharp-eyed eyes flashed when they saw Su Xiuyun and Xiao Nanlin's figures among the crowd.

After Xiao Nanlin was beaten by the old man and old lady, she was taught a lesson by Xiao Qingru and Yu Shuhui, and became much more honest.

She also saw Ying Wanwan at the same time, and only gave Ying Wanwan a sideways glance.

Su Xiuyun intentionally drew Ying Wanwan's attention, smiled, and said hello, "Sister Wanwan, have you slept until now?"

Sitting beside Su Xiuyun was a well-looking middle-aged couple in their early fifties. Hearing Su Xiuyun's words, they looked up at Ying Wanwan.

Because of Su Xiuyun's loud voice, the neighbors all around looked at Ying Wanwan.

In the 80s, the thinking is still relatively backward, and the daughter-in-law gets up later than the elders, so she will be scolded for being lazy.

Ying Wanwan stared at the malicious Su Xiuyun and curled her lips, "Yeah, I didn't buy grandpa a birthday present when I came here. I stayed up late yesterday to draw a picture for grandpa and overslept. Grandpa, I'm going upstairs to give it to you now." Take it." Turn around and go back.

"Didn't you give me a bunch of food? He also drew pictures." The old man glanced at Ying Wanwan's back, and his heart beat.

If this granddaughter-in-law was in their era, she would never be recognized by her family if she was not in the right family.

But now the times have changed, advocating the freedom of love between men and women, and it is not easy for them to keep up with the elders. Now she says that she stays up all night to draw, but she is illiterate and can't read two big characters. What can she draw for him? ?
I'm really afraid that she will be seen as a joke when she takes it out.

Xiao Nanlin muttered to Xiao Qingru and Yu Shuhui, "Father, don't you stop her? There are so many people, we can't afford to lose them."

Xiao Qingru and Yu Shuhui's complexions were also ugly, and they blamed Ying Wanwan for not knowing how to behave.

Su Xiuyun had a good time, sitting and waiting to see Ying Wanwan's joke.

The Xiao family is a scholarly family, and Xiao Nanfeng married an illiterate daughter-in-law, which has long been a joke in the circle.

In the past, those who were jealous of the lintel of Xiao's family laughed at Xiao Qingru behind his back many times.

At this time, seeing Ying Wanwan sending the painting, the relatives and friends who attended Ying Wanwan's banquet also looked at the show, hoping that Ying Wanwan would embarrass them so that they could go out and spread the word.

Ying Wanwan quickly went downstairs with the painting, walked up to the old man and made a gesture to spread it out, "Grandpa, I wish you good luck like the East China Sea, and a long life like Nanshan." To display the painting.

The old man didn't dare to look at it at all. He closed his eyes, but the old lady pinched his arm and opened them again.

Xiao Qingru coughed in time, wanting to stop, "Wanwan, you can do it in private."

While speaking, Ying Wanwan had spread the painting out.A picture of prosperity and Changchun was completely displayed in front of the old man, "Grandpa, this is for you."

How could she not guess what the old man was thinking at this time, and stretched out the painting to his eyes for him to see.

The old man didn't dare to look at it at all. He glanced at the picture from the corner of his eye inadvertently, and a pair of cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide. The pine tree, which symbolizes longevity, stands proudly in the upper right middle of the painting paper. The pine needles are deep and shallow. Very realistic.

The two cranes in the middle are stepping on the simple and simple stones, and the red peonies representing wealth and wealth are underneath.

For the inscription on the left, although the brush stroke lacks strength, it is soft and delicate. It didn't take three to five years of effort, so it was absolutely impossible to write.

(End of this chapter)