Chapter 18: Where did the magic pen come from?

On the way back, Jiang Songhai was silent for a long time, and Jiang Xiao didn't speak. She had already talked too much in Yao's house, and she was a little tired.

People in the mountain villages go to bed early, and between half past eight and less than nine o'clock, most of the people's lights have been turned off. At this time, there were no street lights in the village, and every household had a flashlight, and they brought it with them.

Jiang Songhai carried Jiang Xiao on her back, and she held a flashlight to illuminate.

Many alleys in the village have not yet been paved with cement, and they are all gravel roads and dirt roads, but fortunately there is no rain, otherwise it will be muddy and it will be very difficult to walk at night.

The wind was very cold, but it made Jiang Xiao's originally dizzy mind a little clearer.

Ge Liutao was waiting for them with the courtyard door open.

"Why have you been there for so long? Is it that Yao Zhishu is angry?" Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren coming back, Ge Liutao first breathed a sigh of relief, and then lifted his heart.

Jiang Xiao insisted on going to the scrivener's house, but she was worried at home.

"It's cold outside, let's talk about it inside. Jiang Songhai carried Jiang Xiao into the house, Ge Liutao hurriedly locked the courtyard door, entered the hall, and closed the door of the hall.

Jiang Xiao is still a little unaccustomed to this dim light bulb, but looking at her grandparents sitting in front of her, she is extremely grateful that she can live again.

Ge Liutao poured two cups of hot water for the grandparents and grandchildren, and the two of them drank the water and felt that their bodies were warmer, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for Ge Liutao to ask Yao if he was angry, Jiang Songhai had already looked at Jiang Xiao with a solemn expression, "Xiaoxiao, tell your grandfather, when did you learn to draw?"

This question really suffocated him.

When Jiang Xiao drew the teacup that was almost messy, he tried very hard to suppress the shock in his heart.

Jiang Xiao was brought up by their husband and wife, and they never knew that she still had this ability!

The art teacher in Siyang Village Primary School, Jiang Songhai knows, but he used to study with a young man who went to the countryside for half a year, and he can teach the children in the village a little introductory kung fu, and his own painting is not as good as Jiang Xiao.

Therefore, if you want to say that Jiang Xiao learned from him, Jiang Songhai doesn't believe it.

Exposing his ability to paint, Jiang Xiao also made a temporary decision when he saw that Yao Zhishu was preparing to decorate the old wall. But she doesn't regret it, when she recovers, she will definitely paint often, and it is impossible to hide this from her grandparents.

On the way back, she had already figured out how to answer this question. Moreover, she also wanted to take the opportunity to ask one thing, where did her grandfather get that magic pen back then.

In her previous life, she didn't know about it until she died. And the reason why Deng Qingjiang coaxed her out of the mountain village was precisely because he guessed that she had a treasure on her.

She must figure it out and wait until Deng Qingjiang comes back to be prepared.

Jiang Xiao put down the cup and asked Jiang Songhai, "Grandpa, do you remember the pen you gave me when I was a child?"

Jiang Songhai was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were a little surprised.

"Didn't you say I lost the pen?"

Jiang Xiao shook his head and said, "I lost it at first, but then I found it again." ”

"You know how to draw, what does it have to do with that pen?" Jiang Songhai lowered his voice.

Jiang Xiao had already decided that in this life, no one would tell anyone about the existence of that pen, including his grandparents. Otherwise, they would only worry about her.

"It's okay to say it's not true. Grandparents and grandparents, do you remember Uncle Min?"

"You mean, Dr. Min?"

Jiang Xiao nodded, "That's him." ”

Speaking of this Dr. Min, he has some friendship with Jiang Songhai, but he is not familiar with him. Moreover, he hasn't appeared for many years, Jiang Songhai and Ge Liutao don't know why, but Jiang Xiao knows that this Dr. Min has died of illness.