Moonlight Ancestor painfully picked up the paper that was not too torn, carefully pieced it together and pasted it, took it back to Wushan and Yelai Huan, and asked them if they really didn't draw well.

Buddies have always said something to each other, and they won't lie to themselves. And buddy has always been kind-hearted, and he won't beat himself too badly.

Wushan and Ye Laihuan were originally deeply sympathetic to the tragic experience of their good brothers, but after seeing those "works" of Yueguang Zu, they suddenly realized it, and said with emotion: "Those beauties are really, oops, they are really ......."

Moonlight Ancestor asked expectantly: "Really, what? Is it really too visionless? Look at my painting, the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, why is it not good?"

Wu Shan and Ye Lai Huan said in unison: "They are really too kind! Look at you painting people like this, replace them with us, you have to beat you into a pig's head! Soul painters don't have such spirits!"

"Broken Friends!

Moonlight Ancestor was devastated.

Yelai laughed and said: "Actually, you just need to yell in the street, say that you are a friend of the president, and show a few group photos, and the beauties promise that they will line up to find your portrait, and they may even ask you for an autograph when they are finished." ”

Moonlight Ancestor said angrily: "Pull it down, and encourage me to touch the light of Wushan again!"

Well, let him dip the light of Wushan as if he wanted his life.

In fact, Ye Laihuan is very clear about this point, and he deliberately teased him.

Whether Wu Shan is a student, a president, or a president, the brotherhood of the three has never changed.

Regardless of whether Wushan is a student, a president, or a president, Yueguangzu's heart is unwilling to rub his oil, and it has never changed.

Soon, the disheartened Moonlight Ancestor, who never dared to use the brush again, developed a new hobby - raising succulents.

Succulents are very gentle, fat, tender, cute, beautiful, quiet, and will not thunder on themselves, which is much safer. Moreover, in addition to not being able to cook and not being spoiled, they are actually similar to a girlfriend, and they don't have to spend money on them.

Moonlight Zu is still living his life of "collecting good people cards but not receiving love". He thought, hmph, if I can't find a wife in my life, I'll raise thousands of pots of succulents, and it's a big deal to make three palaces and six courtyards!

As a result, before the first palace came out, he was subdued by a little beauty.

The little beauty was new to their unit, and when she saw him, she asked, "Eh, aren't you the grandfather who often paints people on the street for free?"

Brother Zu made the tip of Moonlight Ancestor's heart tremble, he raised his head and said generously: "If you don't dislike it, I can draw one for you for free!"

The little beauty covered her mouth and smiled.

After Yueguang Zu finished painting her, she couldn't help but feel a little weak when she thought of Wushan and Ye Laihuan's burying of her painting skills.

Unexpectedly, after seeing the portrait, the little beauty picked up the pen silently, added a few strokes to the left and a few strokes to the right, and the three-year-old children's work suddenly became a master's work!

Moonlight Ancestor was convinced, and from then on, he asked the little beauty for painting skills, and the little beauty asked him for work problems. came and went, and the two went in and out of pairs, sweet and envious of others.

Because of the lack of care, the succulents in the three palaces and six courtyards of the moonlight ancestor's house soon flew into immortals.

Moonlight Ancestor asked the little beauty: "Who did you learn your superb painting skills from?"

The little beauty replied with a smile: "My teacher is Master Meng Junyao Meng, have you heard of it?"

Meng Junyao is now full of peach and plums.

Bai Yunnuan has been looking forward to Yueguang Zu's novel, but after a while, I heard that he went to paint, and then I heard that he bought more meat, and then I heard that he went to paint again.

In particular, how long has passed, and his novel is still 8,000 words long, how can it be embarrassing to teach readers who are looking forward to it! But it seems that apart from her, there are no readers looking forward to it at all.

"Why don't I write it for him. ”

Now it is becoming more and more common to find that as long as the time is reasonably arranged, time is really like water in a sponge, and there will be squeezing.

"On a dark and windy night in the ......"

Xiaobai pressed the rewind button and deleted all the beginnings that he had worked out with great difficulty. She picked her nose and thought, how can I be the same as the Moonlight Ancestor, as soon as I come up, the moon is dark and the wind is high, as if there is no story if the moon is dark and the wind is high.

After a while, she still decided to write as she had just thought: "On a dark and windy night, in a secret operation room, a special deal is being carried out unknowingly......

She decided to write the story of herself and Wushan in the form of a novel, not necessarily for others to see, but mainly to keep a souvenir. Anyway, I don't write my real name, and no one knows that the male protagonist is Wushan.

Then again, even if you take the initiative to tell others about Wushan's experience, people may not believe it......

"Stinky boy, don't go to work soon!"

A burly woman reprimanded in a thick voice.

The boy who had just sat down to read a book for less than two minutes and his buttocks were not hot immediately jumped up: "The cows have been fed, the sheep have been fed, the yurts have been cleaned, and the Sutai tomato (milk tea) has also been warmed......"

The burly woman crossed her waist and crossed her eyebrows coldly: "Where's dinner, have you done it?!"

The young man said aggrievedly, "It's still early, isn't it?"

"It's early, your cousin is hungry!"

"He's so old, won't he learn to do it himself?"

The woman glared and came over to twist the young man's ears: "Your cousin is still young, 3 months younger than you! Why don't you hurry up, do you want to starve him to death?!"

Uermu had to put down his books and go cooking, it was really difficult to read them for a while.

After his father died, he has been living in his uncle's house, and the sturdy woman is his aunt, who has always been unaccustomed to him, mainly because he dislikes the family for having an extra mouth to eat, and has to pay more money for him to go to school, so he is called to death.

The aunt was not unkind to Wuermu, when she was invited to the wedding of Wushan and Xiaobai, she was very kind to Wuermu, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and even affectionately called him by his nickname.

The aunt tried her best to ask Uermu how he knew the richest man, and Uermu said briefly.

After that, the aunt was kind to Uermu for a long time, and she didn't always let him get up at 4 o'clock at night to work.

I always ask him if it is possible for the richest man to take his son to school in S City, where the educational resources are good, and the whole country cannot compare with it.

Uermu didn't want to talk to Wushan, so he repeatedly played haha.

The aunt also asked in a roundabout way, you see that the richest man and his family are so rich, and our family's conditions are so difficult and we still have to support you, so he can't sponsor you? By the way, he also sponsors your cousin?

Once Uermu was annoyed, and clearly told his aunt that he would not tell the richest man, but the aunt changed her face in a second, and from then on she used Uermu as a slave, but she spoiled her son like a prince, so that her cousin was not diligent in his limbs, and he did not distinguish between grains, and as a child on the prairie, he was almost unable to distinguish between cattle and sheep.

Uncle is a strict wife, although he can't get used to many of his wife's practices, but after all, he chose to stand by.

Occasionally, Wushan would send people to inspect the grassland library to see if there was anything to be repaired, and by the way, he would also send people to visit Wuermu and bring him some things, some of which were entrusted to him by Shen Changge.

But those things were divided between the aunt and the cousin in the end.

Once, Wushan ran by the grassland and simply took a detour to see Wuermu in person.

Damn, this is the president himself!

At this time, Ulmu's fierce aunt turned into a little fairy in seconds, but she was a burly version of the little fairy.

Enthusiastic and gentle, even the speed of speech was two beats slower, and he praised his son in front of others, as if people were mainly coming to see his son. By the way, it also reflected how "difficult" the life of grassland herders is.

Wu Shan bluntly said that I have limited time and want to be alone with Wuermu for a while. Only after saying such a thing did the aunt reluctantly pull her cousin to avoid it.

The honest Wuermu, in front of Wushan or Wushan's subordinates, did not mention his aunt's badness, and only said that he was all right.

Wu Shan saw that Wuermu had grown taller and his knowledge had grown, and he was very happy in his heart, and he had an indescribable love for this young man, and really wanted to take him with him and let him receive the best education.

In fact, he also thought of taking the initiative to improve his living environment, but he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so he didn't open his mouth after all.

Suddenly, Wu Shan's eyes dimmed: "What's the matter with the injury on your wrist?"

Wuermu hurriedly withdrew his arm: "It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally burned it yesterday." ”

Wu Shan: "It's not like a burn. ”

Uulmu: "It's really okay, what man on the grassland doesn't have big and small wounds? ”

Wu Shan smiled: "You kid is really good at talking." ”

Before leaving, Wu Shan admonished, "Man, d

eam big，ok？”

Uermu looked at him reluctantly, nodded vigorously, and his hand subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

Wu Shan felt that his gaze was a little complicated, and the kid seemed to be a little speechless, but Wu Shan didn't think much about it.

A few days later, Wushan received a call from an unknown number: "Hey, Uermu, where are you, okay, you wait, I'll pick you up right away!"

In the evening, in a public telephone booth in the pouring rain, Wushan found Wuermu.

The boy wore only a thin coat, his arms were folded, his lips were white, and his emaciated body trembled. His head was wrapped in a dirty strip of cloth, and blood was oozing.

Wu Shan, who has always been calm, couldn't help but be startled: "Who bullied you?!"

It was as if as long as Uermu told him how the wound on his head had been caused, Wushan would make that man immortal.

Uermu shook his head and said, "I accidentally hit it." ”

Wu Shan hurriedly took him home.

It turned out that the aunt had always wanted to use the relationship between Wuermu and the richest man to get more benefits for her family, but this young man was a hard bone, and he didn't eat soft and hard, so he didn't agree to ask Wushan for it.

Once, my aunt was so angry that she found another stubble and beat him, this time with a large silver kettle for storing fresh milk.