"Luoluo can still paint, grandma wants to see!" Wu Xiangqin has been sitting next to her, looking at the little girl lovingly, at this time, she was even more overjoyed, got up and walked to the TV cabinet, looking for paper and pen, wanting to see Luoluo's level of painting.

Of course, Wu Xiangqin doesn't know how good Luoluo's painting skills are, just like Luoluo said that she can dance, but jumping is just like jumping!

But even if it is a young painting, in the eyes of the elderly, it is like a masterpiece, and people can't help but want to appreciate it!

However, when she took out the paper and pen and handed them to Luoluo, the little girl pursed her little mouth and shrank her little hands behind her.

"Well, no, no!" Luoluo didn't want to refuse her grandmother, she later stretched out her little hand, pointed to the signature pen in her grandmother's hand, and said to her grandmother seriously, "Su Da, big pen!"

It was still Xia Yu who understood Luoluo and Yang Yan, and she understood what was going on as soon as she heard it.

"Mom, she said, what she used to paint that day was a big brush, a brush, not this kind of small and thin ballpoint pen!" Xia Yu smiled, "It must be the case, Yang Yan and their family all write calligraphy, I heard that his father is still a calligrapher!"

"Which father...... Oh, that old Mr. He!" Wu Xiangqin had actually read some of Yang Yan's investigation materials, but she forgot about it just now, and subconsciously asked, and then she reacted.

Luoluo didn't know what kind of dumb riddle her grandmother and mother were playing, she looked back at her mother with a wink of her eyes, and then turned back again, nodded her little head to her grandmother, and said softly: "Well, cat pen!"

The brush and the cat pen should be similar, and the hair is soft.

"Brush, grandma think about it, it seems to be!" However, in Xia's house, brushes are not commonly used, Wu Xiangqin thought about it carefully, and then remembered that Xia Xiangyang had brought back a set of brushes a long time ago, and that set of brushes seemed to be placed in Xia Xiangyang's study.

Obviously, the brush that Xia Xiangyang took home to "treasure" will not be an ordinary brush that costs dozens of yuan a piece at a roadside stall!

That is Xia Xiangyang from the capital's comrades-in-arms "Tao", hundreds of years of old study shop Rong Bao Zhai products, selected yellow wolf tail made of pen hao, yellow rosewood made of pen barrel, not only polished round and smooth, and the texture on it looks quite simple and beautiful, very collectible!

But such a set of brushes worth tens of thousands of dollars is just a small ornament in the Xia family, Xia Xiangyang has never used or seen it, and it is all up to Wu Xiangqin to take care of the dust accumulated on the surface.

Wu Xiangqin didn't care about this, she thought of it, so she walked to the study excitedly, knocked on the door, and under the gaze of Xia Xiangyang and Yang Yan, she took off this set of brushes without changing her face, and then casually took a bottle of ink for fountain pens on the table, and walked out with Shi Shiran.

In fact, at this time, the conversation between Xia Xiangyang and Yang Yan was almost over, and he told Yang Yan to be confident, and the rest was just chatting with Yang Yan with or without a match.

"Luoluo wants to paint, with a brush?" Xia Xiangyang reacted, and his interest was aroused.

Yang Yan had been watching his mother-in-law's actions just now, and at this moment, he finally couldn't help it, and reminded his father-in-law in a low voice: "Uncle Xia, the one that Auntie took seems to be the ink of a fountain pen, and the ink of a fountain pen is not suitable for a brush!"

It is true that the ink used for the fountain pen is not the same as the ink used for the brush, and the ink used for the fountain pen is a solution. The ink used in the brush, or should be called "ink", is a suspension, which is a mixture of carbon particles and water, such ink is relatively viscous, if used in the pen, it will block the pen for a long time, and you can't write words!

It's not impossible to use the ink used in the fountain pen to write calligraphy, but the effect must be much worse, because it is not viscous enough, and the ink is easy to flow when writing, affecting the glyph!

However, even if Yang Yan found out about this problem and raised it, Xia Xiangyang couldn't solve it for him.

"I don't have ink written with a brush here!" Xia Xiangyang looked at Yang Yan, the two of them stared wide-eyed, and couldn't find a better solution for a while.

It's not an idea to be in a daze here!

They looked at each other for a moment, and then they all proposed, "Let's go out and have a look!"

When Yang Yan and Xia Xiangyang walked out of the study, on the living room side, Wu Xiangqin and Xia Yu had already set up a posture for Luoluo, and they vacated half of the coffee table (Xia Xiangyang's coffee table is relatively short, just suitable for Luoluo's little person), and the coffee table was covered with several layers of newspapers to prevent ink from penetrating through the newspaper, and a small stack of white A4 paper taken out of the printer was placed on it, obviously, Luoluo was going to "paint" on this A4 paper!

"Luoluo, which brush do you want?" Xia Yu opened the wooden box of the set of brushes, displayed it vertically to her daughter, and asked with a smile.

Under the golden satin cloth are five antique yellow-brown brushes, from left to right from large to small, each brush is still the same size!

Of course, Luoluo took a fancy to the smallest brush at a glance, maybe in her opinion the little one is very cute, the little girl happily bared her little teeth, and pointed to the small brush with a smile with her mother, and said in a milky voice: "Well, Jie, Jie!"

Xia Yu took it out without hesitation and handed it to Luoluo, she also pointed to the open inkwell next to her, and said, "Luoluo, you take a pen and dip it here, and then you can write!"

Yang Yan looked at the inkwell used for the fountain pen and couldn't help but pick his eyelids.

A high-end brush that has just been used is directly dipped in this kind of sparse ink, which is really distressing to watch!

But there is no way, the Xia family has no ink, so they can only use it!

"Actually, this kind of brush is suitable for writing Gongbi Xiaokai!" Yang Yan couldn't bear to look at it directly, so he turned his head and muttered to his father-in-law, giving him popular science, "The one suitable for painting should be the brush with a little zero caliber and more than five strokes." ”

Yang Yan paused, and then said with a wry smile: "But that brush is a little bigger, and it is estimated that it is not easy to control it, so I also give her a small brush to play with at home." ”

That's right, it's play!

Yang Yan didn't think that her daughter's random smearing was painting.

However, Xia Xiangyang didn't want to listen to Yang Yan muttering there, he was born in the army, and he thought he was a rough man, where would he dance and ink?

Therefore, Xia Xiangyang gave Yang Yan an impatient look and asked him to slowly understand: Go aside, don't disturb me to watch my granddaughter draw!

"Ma Ma, probe!" Luo Luo had already grabbed the small brush, his little hand was clenched tightly, and he held it high, excitedly stretching it out to his mother.