The gray courtyard of the Ying family.

"Where are Bing'er and Xiao Mo?"

Mother Ying looked around but did not see her daughter and the boy from the Li family.

She was a little worried for a moment, after all, little Li Mo had the glorious feat of teaching the little girl to pee while standing...

"It's there."

Ying Xuliang had just returned from the study and nodded towards the tree in the corner of the courtyard.

There was a small table that the servants had just moved out, and on the table were pens, ink, paper and inkstone, which were what little Li Mo had asked him for just now.

Little Li Mo spread out the drawing paper at this time, letting the sunlight shine on it, with a serious face like a master of painting.

Little Ying Bing sat by him, grinding ink with her little hands, adding fragrance to her red sleeves.

"Is Bing'er interested in painting?"

"I'll learn to paint when I have time."

Ying Xuliang looked at the two little guys, feeling a little bit sad, and then laughed dumbly.

His daughter had indeed never ground ink for him, but what was it for him to be jealous of a little guy?

"The ink is ready."

Little Bingtuozi had a blank expression on her face, and glanced at Little Li Mo coldly.

How good can a child of her age be with his brushstrokes?

Thinking of this, Little Yingbing's interest suddenly dropped.

"Don't worry, I won't let you call me brother for nothing."

Little Li Mo smiled, grabbed the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the blank paper. At first, because his palm had become smaller, he was a little uncomfortable with painting.

But as he painted, he gradually got into the groove, with a kind of demeanor of writing with a dragon and a snake, and writing with a wonderful pen.

Little Bingtuozi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"This is the main street of Qinghe County."

"During the New Year, there will be lion dances, people selling sugar figurines, and people setting off firecrackers on the street..."

Li Mo painted as he spoke.

With his introduction, a lively New Year scene came to life.

It's a pity that he can't use his mind soul now, otherwise he can learn from Brother Ouyang's method to make the painting move and be more immersive.

But even so, for little Ying Bing who has never seen the outside world, it is already a fascinating new world.

"How is it?"

Little Li Mo raised his eyebrows like a silkworm.

"So lively..."

Ying Bing's face was a little stunned, and then he retracted his gaze, his little face was quiet, and he spoke softly:

"It's okay."

"It's... okay... right?"

Little Li painter opened his eyes slightly and doubted his painting skills. Although his painting is not a god-viewing picture, it is already very good as a meticulous painting.

After all, he spent so much martial arts insights.

But little Bing Tuozi didn't applaud and say "Brother is so awesome", but he just felt that it was unsatisfactory?

"Wait, I was just warming up!"

Little painter Li picked up the pen again in disbelief.

"Hey, this is Qingyuan Sect. Do you know Qingyuan Sect? It is the largest sect in Ziyang Prefecture, and the teachers and leaders in it are also very interesting."

"This is Elder Xue. He is a genius alchemist. He once went to the toilet with a lantern to find elixir..."

"This is Elder Qian. Don't talk when you eat with him. I suspect he has two mouths. He can eat and talk while eating. A whole table of dishes can be drunk in the stomach..."

The landscape and characters are vividly depicted on the paper.

The frost and snow in Xiao Yingbing's eyes fluctuated, and he looked a little hazy.

"Well, not bad..."

"?"

Little Li Mo noticed something was wrong. Xiao Bing had pursed his lips, and his eyes were sparkling, but the comments from his little mouth were all "okay"; "not bad"; "not bad" and so on.

He suspected that Little Ice Tuozi did it on purpose!

She just said that his painting was average, so that he would paint more pictures like he was injected with chicken blood.

It turned out that she didn't suddenly become a bad ice tuber, but she was a little bad ice tuber when she was a cub...

"Forget it, since it would be embarrassing to paint, let it go."

Little Li Mo pretended to sigh and started to play badly.

"?"

Little Ice Tuozi saw that Little Li Mo noticed her thoughts, she lowered her eyes, the sunlight dyed her long eyelashes with overflowing colors, and a lively red appeared on her fair face.

"Brother... draw another one."

"!"

Li Mo's whole body was numb, the top of his head almost flew up, and the paintbrush fell to the ground with a thud.

How could you start with zero frames and open it directly close to the face?

Is there still a law for being so cute? Is there still a law~~~~?

Foul, this is a foul!

For such an extremely foul behavior...of course, I satisfy her.

Little Li didn't stand up to this test, so he slapped his unruly little hands twice and continued to draw.

Brother...brother?

Ying Xuliang, who had just come to see the two little guys, was shocked as if struck by lightning.The mentality that had just been adjusted was shattered all over the floor.

Why? How could this boy make his daughter so cute? !

Just based on a painting that was not very good... huh?

Little Li Mo grabbed the paintbrush and gradually derived a quiet and beautiful world under his brush. It was a small courtyard with a bright moon hanging high, the river flowing quietly, and the banyan trees were lush and green...

The plaque on the gate read:

'Qiu Shui Pavilion'

Is this the painting skill that a child can have?

"By the way, do you want to see yourself when you grow up?"

After finishing the painting, Little Li Mo sneezed. Little Bing was too close to him, and his head almost touched his head. His hair was blown across his nose by the wind.

"When I grow up... me?"

"Yes."

"I want to see it." ×2

Before Little Ying Bing spoke, Ying Xuliang and his wife behind him said in unison.

Li Mo was startled by the voice behind him.

You just wanted to take a little girl and elope secretly, and now you are holding her hand to draw, and you are caught by your uncle and aunt. How scary is this thing.

However, the uncle and aunt seem to be focusing on the "big ice block" at the moment.

Thinking of this, Li Mo suddenly lost his mind.

Which parent in the world has never imagined what their children will look like when they grow up when looking at their little children at home?

But Uncle Ying and Auntie will never see it...

Ying Xuliang went to get his treasured drawing paper and ink sticks and prepared them for him again.

"Okay."

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen very seriously.

He used the method of drawing the Guanshen map, although his soul strength was not enough now, so he could not draw the real Guanshen map.

Under the banyan tree, the four people who were drawing and looking at the painting held their breath.

After a while.

The sun shone through the shadows of the trees, dyeing the painting with mottled gold.

The girl's delicate reflection is vividly displayed on the paper, bright and cold, with a mixture of light and dark.

It's as if she is looking at you through the painting.

"What will Bing'er look like when she grows up?"

Mother Ying looked at the girl in the painting, dazed, complicated, happy, and complex emotions surged into her heart, with tears flashing in her eyes.

"Hahaha, my daughter has grown up to be so graceful, beautiful, beautiful..."

Ying Xuliang laughed heartily, thinking that his daughter should look like this in the future.

"Is this... me?"

Little Ying Bing was very surprised.

This painting gave her a feeling of crossing time and space and looking at her future self. The inexplicable sense of familiarity seemed to dispel the light of fog, lighting up above the lake of her heart...

"It's not finished yet."

"What's missing?"

"Of course it's me. I will grow up too. Aren't you curious about what I will look like in the future?"

Little Li smiled and pointed at himself.