Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 258 - 257: Throwing a Tantrum for a Drawing? One Move to Silence You!
Su Qing’s face turned red and white.
She had lived for almost thirty years and had never been so embarrassed.
"Xiao Hu! Get up!"
She lowered her voice, using a threatening tone.
The Xiao Hu on the ground completely ignored her, his cries rising to another pitch, kicking his legs wildly like a fish out of water.
"I want it! I want that sheep!"
"Waaaah!"
This sound was sharp enough to pierce someone’s eardrum.
Su Qing felt like her scalp was about to explode.
She wanted to cover her son’s mouth with her hand but feared she would seem too rough in front of Lin Wan Yi.
She wanted to forcibly drag her son away, but this kid, somehow filled with stubborn energy, lay on the ground, and she simply couldn’t move him.
Despair.
An unprecedented despair.
She took one last look at the painting on the wall and then looked at her son throwing a tantrum on the ground.
Finally, she gave up.
Su Qing turned around, almost bending over to Lin Wan Yi.
"Wanyi...sister..."
Her voice carried a sob and was full of pleading.
"You see... can you... could you give this painting..."
She stopped halfway, feeling too ashamed to continue.
Lin Wan Yi just looked at her calmly, without saying a word.
Su Qing gritted her teeth, deciding to risk it.
"I’ll trade you!"
She hurriedly retrieved from her pocket.
"I... I have five yuan here! And two chi of cloth tickets! If it’s not enough, I’ll... I’ll go home and give you meat tickets! Would that work?"
In the seventies, these things were already top sincerity for an ordinary family.
Especially meat tickets, more precious than money.
Lin Wan Yi shook her head.
Su Qing’s heart sank to the bottom.
It’s over.
Her son today would probably cry to death here.
"Sister Su Qing."
Lin Wan Yi spoke.
"I can’t accept money or tickets."
"And I can’t directly give you this painting."
Su Qing was stunned.
This was... a complete refusal?
Lin Wan Yi looked at her, her tone very calm.
"Think about it, if today I gave this painting to Xiao Hu. Tomorrow, all the other kids in the compound might come asking for it, right?"
Su Qing’s mind buzzed.
It’s true.
"Then my doorstep might get flattened."
Lin Wan Yi continued.
"I have one person and two hands; could I paint for everyone?"
Su Qing opened her mouth but couldn’t refute a word.
She just wanted to solve her son’s problem without considering how much trouble this would bring to Lin Wan Yi.
"Then... what should we do?"
Su Qing was desperate to the point of tears.
The Xiao Hu on the ground was still crying persistently, reminding her of the severity of the situation.
Lin Wan Yi picked up a paint bowl from the table.
"Give a man a fish, and he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he eats for a lifetime."
Su Qing didn’t understand.
Lin Wan Yi handed the bowl to her.
"I can’t keep painting for everyone."
"But I can teach you how to make this kind of paint."
Su Qing was completely stupefied.
Teach... teach her?
She looked at the bowl with the vividly bright red and then at Lin Wan Yi.
"Is this... teachable?"
"It’s not difficult," Lin Wan Yi said lightly. "Just some flowers and plants, mixed with a little rice flour."
Of course, she concealed the most crucial spiritual spring water.
"Once you learn it, you can go home and paint as much as Xiao Hu wants."
Su Qing felt like she was dreaming.
Just then, Lin Wan Yi had already returned to the desk.
She spread out a piece of new scrap paper.
"He needs to stop first."
She picked up a pen, dipped it in black paint.
The Xiao Hu on the ground was still crying.
But as soon as Lin Wan Yi’s pen tip touched the paper, his cries were abruptly silenced, as if someone had cut them off.
He scrambled to get up from the ground.
His eyes, red from crying, were fixed intently on the pen in Lin Wan Yi’s hand.
Only to see that pen swiftly moving on the paper.
In several strokes.
The contour of a sheep, fatter than Happy Sheep, with a tuft of "poo" shaped hair on its head, appeared.
Lin Wan Yi switched to another pen and dipped it in white paint.
With a few "brush brush brush" strokes, the sheep’s body was filled with color.
Lastly, she used the pen that painted black lines to dot two curved, sleeping-like eyes on the sheep’s face.
A lovely Lazy Sheep, seemingly ready to snore the next second, was born.
The whole process took less than three minutes.
Inside the room, it was silent.
Only Xiao Hu’s heavy breathing could be heard.
Lin Wan Yi tore the painting off the paper and waved it at the still-stunned Xiao Hu.
"Here, this is for you."
As soon as the words were spoken.
Xiao Hu charged over like a crazed little bull.
He snatched the painting from Lin Wan Yi’s hand.
He was so strong the paper almost tore.
Su Qing was so scared her heart leaped to her throat.
"Hey! You little brat! Be gentle!"
But Xiao Hu couldn’t hear her at all.
He hugged the painting as if he were holding the world’s most precious treasure.
He first lowered his head and gently rubbed it with his face against that of Lazy Sheep.
Then, he raised the painting high, examining it back and forth in the light.
For the first time, an enamored expression appeared on his crying, messy little face.
Gu An stood by the wall, coldly watching this scene, protecting his own "Happy Sheep," unmoved.
"Xiao Hu... shall we... go home?"
Su Qing tentatively spoke.
In the past, when she said this, Xiao Hu would erupt into an earth-shattering tantrum.
But today.
A miracle happened.
Holding the painting, Xiao Hu looked at his mother.
Then, he nodded heavily.
He even proactively reached out his other hand, which wasn’t holding the painting, and took Su Qing’s.
Su Qing felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.
Stiffly, almost marching with mismatched limbs, she was led out of Lin Wan Yi’s house by her son.
It wasn’t until the courtyard gate closed behind them that she came to her senses.
She looked down at her son, who had never failed to worry her.
At this moment, he was holding the painting high, walking with such deliberate solemnity, as if it were a sacred ceremony.
Su Qing’s eyes became moist.
She was just about to say something.
But Xiao Hu suddenly let go of her hand.
He didn’t run toward their home.
Instead, like a cannonball shot out of a cannon, he charged toward the bustling clearing at the center of the courtyard.
"Stop! Where are you going!"
Su Qing shouted anxiously from behind.
In the clearing.
A dozen or so kids were gathered around playing marbles and throwing mud.
The clothes they wore were either gray or blue, washed so much they were faded.
The whole world was grayish.
Xiao Hu rushed into this grayness.
He stopped.
Took a deep breath.
Then, like a triumphant general, he raised the painting high.
"Look!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I have it! You don’t!"
In an instant.
All the noise stopped.
The ones throwing mud froze with raised hands.
The ones playing marbles forgot the marbles they had just won back.
Every child’s movement was frozen.
They all collectively raised their heads.
Looking at what Xiao Hu was holding.
What was that?
A piece of paper.
On it was a shining white, adorably chubby little sheep they’d never seen before.
That white, pristine like clouds in the sky.
That black, thick like indelible ink.
In that monotonous gray world.
This painting was like a rainbow exploding out of nowhere.
It fiercely slammed into every child’s heart.
Who knows how long it took.
A child standing at the front shakily stretched out a finger covered in mud.
He pointed at the painting, his voice altered with excitement.
"What... what kind of divine thing is that?!"
One sentence.
Ignited the entire powder keg.
"Wow!!"
"What’s that! Let me see!"
"Xiao Hu! Where did you get that!"
"I want to see too!"
A dozen kids went wild.
They dropped their marbles, brushed the mud off their hands.
Like ants seeing honey.
From all directions, they swarmed toward Xiao Hu, who was holding the painting, in a dark mass!
