Mu's mother was not in good health, and she rested early every night, and the maid bathed Mu Shaoheng and changed her pajamas, and watched him lie on the small bed before quietly turning off the light and leaving.

Mu Shaoheng lay down and couldn't sleep, wait, wait, wait, wait until there was no movement in the corridor, and quietly got up and turned on the light on the children's desk, took out paper and paintbrushes, and knelt on the chair to draw.

When Mu Qiancheng pushed the door in, Mu Shaoheng was concentrating on painting, and a woman in a princess dress was drawn on a large piece of white paper, her hair was long and colorful, her eyes were a little exaggerated, and her mouth was extremely small.

The woman was also holding a child with a round head and a round brain, surrounded by flowers and plants, as well as small bees and butterflies that could fly. The colors are bright and bold, full of innocence and childlike fun.

Mu Qiancheng glanced over, his anger became even stronger, and he snatched the drawing paper from Mu Shaoheng's hand: "What are you drawing!!! That's how the Chinese painting teacher taught you!"

Mu Shaoheng was frightened, knelt on the chair and turned to look at Mu Qiancheng, holding the paintbrush in his hand tightly with his little hand, and looking at his aunt nervously.

He could feel that his aunt was angry at the moment, but he didn't know what he had done wrong.

Mu Qiancheng originally had no place to spread the fire in his belly, but now when he saw Mu Shaoheng painting messy things, he seemed to have found a venting point, and reached out to tear the painting in his hand.

The picture was torn in half, and the exaggerated woman in the picture was torn in half.

Mu Shaoheng stared at the painting in half, tears suddenly filled his eyes, and he rushed over and reached out to grab Mu Qiancheng's clothes: "Auntie, don't tear your mother, don't tear ...... Auntie, Hengheng is wrong......"

Heart-rending crying begging Mu Qiancheng.

Mu Qiancheng was stimulated by Mu Shaoheng to start faster, and tore it a few times, tearing it fiercely: "Look at what the hell you painted, and mother? You don't have a mother! Your mother doesn't want you at all!!"

Mu Shaoheng cried: "That's my mother, I want my mother to ......"

Grabbing Mu Qiancheng's clothes and trying to snatch back the pieces in her hand, but the person was too small and had little strength, Mu Qiancheng turned around and directly pulled Mu Shaoheng off the chair.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, although it didn't hurt, it still startled Mu Shaoheng, and his little hand hurt a little because of the force being thrown away.

But he still felt sorry for his words, and crawled to hug Mu Qiancheng's calf: "Auntie, mother...... That's mom ......."

Because I can't even say a complete word because of my sadness!

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open again, and Mu Chengduo rushed in like a wind, went over and picked up Mu Shaoheng, who was lying on the ground, and glared at Mu Qiancheng: "What are you doing at night?!"

Mu Chenghe came in behind Mu Chengduo, pursing the corners of his lips and looking at Mu Qiancheng with a displeased face.

When Mu Shaoheng saw the little uncle, he cried even more sadly, and hugged the little uncle's neck tightly: "Mom, the mother I painted." ”

Mu Chengduo glanced at the fragment in Mu Qiancheng's hand and reached over: "Take it!"

Mu Qiancheng saw the eldest brother and the third brother coming over at the same time, and hurriedly handed the shredded paper in his hand to Mu Chengduo: "Third brother, I saw Hengheng painting blindly without sleeping, he learned Chinese painting, ...... do this."

Mu Chengduo took the shredded paper and interrupted impatiently: "What kind of Chinese painting did he learn at what age, Qiancheng, I think you have been a little too much recently." ”

Mu Qiancheng looked at Mu Chenghe again for help: "Big brother, I'm all for Hengheng's good." ”

Mu Chenghe frowned and said to Mu Chengduo: "You take Hengheng to your room." ”