Jiang Songhai knew a lot of herbs, and sometimes he picked more herbs, so he would dry them and save them and bring them to sell when the town was in the market.

A few years ago, when he was selling herbs in the market, he happened to use a pot of herbal soup he was carrying to save a child who was suffering from heat stroke, the child's grandfather was very grateful to him, and saw that he had some herbs that were difficult to find.

The price he offered was fair, and Jiang Songhai was exempted from spending so much time squatting in the bazaar, so Jiang Songhai was naturally very happy.

That person was Dr. Min.

Dr. Min did not break his promise, and bought herbs from Jiang Songhai several times in succession, and on two occasions, Jiang Songhai took Jiang Xiao there.

Dr. Min likes Jiang Xiao very much, and once, after Jiang Songhai sold herbs to him, he wanted to buy something, and Dr. Min also offered to let Jiang Xiao follow his little grandson to eat steamed buns.

"Does Dr. Min have anything to do with that pen?" Jiang Songhai thought of this, but his face was a little weird, and his eyes showed a trace of uneasiness.

Jiang Xiao shook his head: "That's not what I meant. Grandpa, I mean, when I was going to eat steamed buns with Uncle Min, he saw the pen you gave me, and he told me that this pen looks very good for drawing. ”

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"Uncle Min can not only see doctors, but also paint. Jiang Xiao continued: "At that time, he taught me how to learn to paint, and then gave me a book to learn to paint, and with that book, I have been learning. ”

That year, Ge Liutao also knew about Dr. Min.

Even, she still has an impression of the book Jiang Xiao said.

At this mention, Jiang Songhai also thought about it: "Is that the little picture book you have been reading later?"

Eighty percent of what Jiang Xiao said was true.

Dr. Min liked her very much back then, and indeed took her to eat steamed buns once and went to the bookstore once. However, I saw that the pen was fake, and teaching her to draw was naturally fake.

That little picture book is actually a comic book, telling an ancient legend, not a book for learning to draw at all.

But she remembered that no one had looked at her comic book at that time, and later the comic book was accidentally burned by He Laidi.

As for how he learned to draw, Jiang Xiao also thought about it for a long time before turning these things out of the depths of his memory.

As for drawing exercises, that's even better. She used to dislike to associate with others, always staying alone, and often scribbling on the ground with a small wooden stick, saying that she had practiced quietly.

Dr. Min has passed away, and it is impossible for her to suddenly come out and debunk her.

Jiang Songhai listened to her words and believed eight points.

But I was still a little surprised, "I learned so well from that picture book?"

Jiang Xiao winked at him mischievously, "That's, grandpa, I'm a genius." ”

Jiang Songhai couldn't help laughing because of her, and at the same time, he was also very happy in his heart.

Jiang Xiaoke had never been so naughty and funny before, she was always silent, occasionally shrinking into her own world and shedding tears.

"Grandpa, can you tell me where that pen came from now?" Jiang Xiao pulled the topic back.

Hearing her ask, Jiang Songhai looked a little nervous and uneasy.

He sighed, lowered his voice and said, "If you don't say it, I really don't want to remember it." I got the pen from an ancient tomb. ”

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