Chapter 143

As early as when Moyu and the others were moving, Duan Yan and Cui Paper, who were guarding outside, heard the movement, opened the curtain and looked, and sure enough, they saw that both of them were up.

"Miss, Miss, but I'm hungry, and I've been sitting on the stove for a while." Emerald Paper was more lively, and spoke.

Duan Yan waited silently for Mo Yu and the two to wash up a little.

After washing his face, Mo Yu suddenly felt that his brain, which was still a little chaotic, suddenly cleared up a lot.

At this time, Cui Paper also came over with porridge.

I took a bite of you and I took a bite of it with Daiyu's intimacy, and after a while, most of the bowl of porridge was wiped out by the two.

Daiyu looked at the bowl that was about to bottom out with some surprise, and seemed to be taken aback by her own appetite.

After eating, there was nothing to pass the time on the ship, so Mo Yu also took out a book from the box, stood and read, Daiyu and Lin Ruhai are both book lovers, Mo Yu is a scholar, and he is also a book lover.

Mo Yu flipped through the book, while thinking, the Lin family is worthy of being a scholarly family, there are many books, many of them have been lost in later generations, but this time it is a feast for Moyu's eyes.

Looking at the big box of books, Mo Yu estimated that Lin Ruhai would not let Daiyu take away all the books in the Lin Mansion.

In fact, it turns out that it is purely Moyu who thinks too much, and these books are obviously just a drop in the bucket for the Lin family.

Life on the ship is boring, but one of the great virtues of man is that he is good at making fun of suffering.

On this day, Moyu suddenly came to the interest of painting, not that kind of landscape painting, but charcoal painting, and when she was interested, Moyu directly asked the little girl to ask the boatman for a piece of charcoal, and used the scissors of the girl's stranded thread to sharpen the pen.

It didn't take much effort for a slightly thicker charcoal pen to take shape.

Mo Yu's hands also became black.

But Moyu didn't care, looking at the charcoal in his hand, he was obviously in a good mood.

In fact, when Moyu started to do it, Daiyu noticed it, but she looked at it for a while, and she didn't understand what Moyu's sister was doing, not only her, to be precise, it should be the entire cabin that looked at her, the charcoal in her hand.

"Sister, what is this? How come Daiyu hasn't seen it. Daiyu approached Moyu and asked curiously.

Looking at Daiyu's white little face, Moyu suddenly had a bad heart, and took advantage of Daiyu's inattention, and wiped her little face with her hand. Suddenly, a black mark appeared on Daiyu's white and tender little face.

It looks very funny.

Mo Yu laughed without warning.

She rarely smiled so obviously, her smile has always been reserved and subtle, inclusive, Daiyu saw Sister Moyu smile so simple for the first time.

That's right, it's simple, and a heartfelt smile always resonates with people.

Looking at her smile, Daiyu also laughed.

She knew that Sister Moyu was laughing at her little cat, but what was there, she couldn't see it herself anyway.

After turning around, I found that Mama Wang and the others were also looking at her and smiling secretly, so they could guess the current situation of her face.

"Sister." Some of them stomped their feet and turned their heads away, with an expression that I didn't want to talk to you.

"Daiyu, this thing in my sister's hand is called charcoal, watch my sister paint a picture for you."

"Drawing?" Daiyu, who was making a little awkward noise, was immediately attracted by Moyu's words, tilted her head, and looked at the thing called charcoal in Moyu's hand magically, can this black thing really be painted?

Daiyu was skeptical about this, but in order not to discourage her sister's enthusiasm, she didn't say it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, she knew that Daiyu didn't believe it, she didn't say much, just smiled mysteriously, and asked Ping'er to prepare the paper, then held a charcoal pen, wrote and drew on it, looking at Moyu's serious look, Daiyu was very curious, and wanted to see it, but Moyu actually asked Cui Paper and Duan Yan to stop them, saying that after it was not completed, no one could read it.

aroused Daiyu's curiosity more and more.

Although Mama Zhang is also curious, her mentality is much calmer, she was born in the princess's mansion, and she is from the palace, and she has never seen anything good.

Therefore, although he is curious about the charcoal drawings of Moyu, he is not obsessed.

From the beginning of painting, Moyu devoted himself wholeheartedly, ignoring the turmoil around him and concentrating on painting his own words.

Moyu's movements were very fast, and in a few strokes, a figure jumped onto the paper, carefully drawing eyebrows and sideburns, and when Moyu put away the pen, he even felt that his arm was a little faintly painful.

"Sister, are you done? Pick it up and take a look. Seeing Moyu straighten up, he knew that it should be done, and Daiyu was the first to say impatiently.

Mo Yu didn't disappoint her either, patting her little head, "Don't cry when you see it later." ”

"Not really."

Ignoring Daiyu's protests, Moyu carefully spread out the charcoal drawing that had just been completed in front of everyone.

The moment you see the person in the painting, the whole room falls silent.

"Mother..." In the silent space, a small milk sound is particularly obvious.

I saw Daiyu trembling with her hands, one step at a time, so slowly walked to the table, wanting to touch it with her hands, but she was afraid of breaking the appearance, "Sister, is this true?" It's like, it's as if Mother is back with us. ”

Daiyu tried to blink her eyes to prevent tears from rolling down them, stubbornly tilted her head, looked at Moyu with a firm look, and stubbornly insisted on getting an answer.

In this regard, Mo Yu sighed secretly, "Yes, sister, I painted my mother, do you think it looks like it?" ”

"Like, really like." After sighing for a while, Daiyu stopped talking to Moyu.

"Just say whatever you want." Mo Yu had seen her dodgy eyes more than once, obviously hiding something from her.

"Sister, can you tell me about this painting?" After speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment, but this painting was very important to her, so she bravely met Moyu's eyes.

There was nothing there, just a faint smile.

"Silly sister, this was originally for you to paint, when you land on the shore later, ask someone to ask if there is a master who came out to paint." If you don't bluff it up, this charcoal drawing is still valid.

"Really, that's great, thank you, sister." Hearing this, Daiyu immediately laughed and wanted to hug the painting, as if she was in her mother's arms.

But I also thought of the shortcomings of the charcoal drawings that Moyu said before, so I had to dispel that tempting idea.

Carefully put it away, Daiyu cherished it to Mama Wang, and asked her to keep it well.

Mama Wang naturally also saw that the eldest lady's amazing painting skills were able to paint people so vividly, which was really incredible.

The impact was a bit big, and Mama Wang also slowed down for a while before she reacted.