The word 'sister' occupies a considerable proportion in the hearts of almost all boys, especially when I was a child, my sister is the untouchable scale in my heart, and many boys fight for their sister. Dare to bully my sister, I'll fight with you!

At this time, Su Yi's eyes were red, his facial muscles were twisted, and he looked extremely hideous, and Wenwen was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Wenwen's cry was like pouring cold water, which made Su Yi, who was almost crazy, wake up instantly, hurriedly let go of Wenwen's arm, and apologized to her repeatedly. "Wenwen is not afraid, she is not afraid, she ...... well"

Su Yi learned from Wenwen's mouth that Wenwen's father died a year ago due to work, and her mother was laid off, in order to make ends meet, Wenwen's mother worked in the supermarket during the day, and knitted bamboo handicrafts at night to supplement the family.

Listening to Wenwen's story, Su Yi couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, for Wenwen's sensibility and Wenwen's misfortune, in an instant, Su Yi made a decision in his heart: help her.

Gently wiping away the tears on Wenwen's face with a tissue, Su Yi called half a basin of warm water, asked Wenwen to soak her hands in it, and turned around to get a box from her room, which was full of all the daily medical supplies, which Su Yi had accumulated when he was in college.

Taking out gauze and a few bottles and cans from the box, five minutes later, Su Yi gently tore off the band-aid that had been detached from Wenwen's hand and fingers.

Looking at the wounds that were like small mouths and had turned white due to improper treatment, Su Yi's heart trembled again, and he raised his head and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Wenwen nodded reflexively, then shook her head vigorously, pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

Rubbing Wenwen's little head vigorously, Su Yi sighed secretly and began to disinfect Wenwen's wounds with iodine.

Even though Su Yi had tried her best to be gentle, because the wound was too deep, Wenwen's face flashed with pain from time to time, but she bit her lower lip stubbornly and didn't say a word.

In order to reduce Wenwen's pain, Su Yi sped up, finished the iodophor and eliminated the poison, rinsed it with normal saline again, opened a white bottle, and used a cotton swab to dip the dark red ointment and gently apply it to the wound on Wenwen's hand.

Muscle-building jade red ointment, formulated by Su Yi as a tutor of traditional Chinese medicine in college, has a remarkable effect on hemostasis, swelling and guaitronomics.

After applying the ointment, Su Yi began to wrap them one by one with gauze.

Five minutes later, Wenwen looked at her tightly wrapped fingers, and said to Su Yi in an extremely adoring voice: "Big brother, you are too powerful!"

"That's right, my brother studied medicine in college, and he studied very well!" Su Yi seemed to enjoy Wenwen's worship very much, and said proudly.

"Huh, really?" Wenwen tilted her little head and asked curiously, "Then why don't you become a doctor?"

"I ...... My brother wants to do bigger things, which is more meaningful than being a doctor!" Of course, Su Yi didn't dare to tell the truth, and when he saw that Wenwen was still going to ask, he hurriedly changed the topic: "By the way, Wenwen, do you still paint?"

As soon as Su Yi's words fell, Wenwen's little face suddenly dimmed, there was a mist in her eyes, she lowered her head, pinched the corners of her clothes, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito ant: "Don't draw." ”

"Why don't you paint? Is it because my mother won't let me?" At the beginning, Wenwen came to me to repair her painting in tears, and one painting lasted for two months, which shows how much she loves painting.

Wenwen shook her head and didn't speak, and the moisture in her big eyes was even thicker.

Since he decided to help this strong little girl, of course Su Yi had to understand things clearly, and under Su Yi's repeated questioning, Wenwen finally said a word: "Teacher, she said that I have no talent for painting." ”

When she said this, Wenwen's face was full of grievances.

"What kind of bullshit teacher are you!" Su Yi was so angry that he couldn't help but burst into foul language, he had followed his grandfather to learn calligraphy and painting restoration for so many years, and he could be said to be professional in calligraphy and painting appraisal, with his vision, Wenwen's talent in art is definitely not low, if he cultivates it well, he will definitely be a good seedling in the future.

is such a talented and loving child, but he was denied by a word, and the irresponsible words of the bullshit teacher are very likely to leave an indelible shadow in Wenwen's life, how can Su Yi not be angry.

"The teacher of the art class also said that Lin Jiaojiao is good at drawing, but obviously she is not as good as me, and she can't even adjust the colors well. Speaking of this, Wenwen sighed like an adult, "Alas, if my family is rich, I can also give the teacher a necklace of the kind given by my delicate mother." ”

"Wenwen, you can't be like this, we have to study well," Hearing Wenwen's words, Su Yi couldn't cry and laughed and felt a little heavy at the same time, this kind of rich and poor atmosphere is now getting more and more divided in school, what kind of fairness will there be for a child like Wenwen with poor family conditions.

"Wenwen, you tell my brother seriously," Su Yi squatted down, put his hands on Wenwen's shoulders, and asked solemnly, "Do you like to paint?"

"Hmm!" Wenwen nodded heavily.

"Okay, come to my brother's shop when you're okay in the future, and my brother will teach you to draw!"

"Brother, can you draw?" Wenwen's eyes instantly widened.

"That's," Su Yi said proudly, "Brother can even repair broken paintings, painting is a piece of cake, it must be better than your bullshit teacher!"

"Brother, you are really amazing!" Wenwen's eyes are full of little stars, she can repair paintings and know how to be a doctor, Su Yi has become a fairy in her eyes, and she can do anything.

"Ahem......" In the face of Wenwen's innocence, Su Yi couldn't help but blush no matter how thick-skinned he was, and hurriedly covered it up with a cough, and changed the topic by the way: "That, Wenwen, my brother will bring you something back to bring back to your mother." ”

Picked out some iodophor, cotton wool, gauze and two packs of band-aids and put them in a plastic bag and handed them to Wenwen, before leaving, Wenwen pointed to the bamboo basket on the table and invited Gong and said: "Big brother, this bamboo basket is made by myself, beautiful, beautiful, give it to big brother!"

The bamboo basket is very delicately braided, and the bamboo scorn seeds of yellow or green are worn into various patterns between the bamboo baskets, which are as exquisite as handicrafts, if it were not for Wenwen herself, Su Yi would not believe that this bamboo basket came from the hands of an eight-year-old girl.

Holding this special gift, Su Yi couldn't be happy, and his mind was full of Wenwen's scarred hands.

Teaching Wenwen to paint is not something Su Yi said casually, calligraphy and painting restoration must have an art foundation, these years under Su Qinghai's teaching, Su Yi's art skills are better than most art teachers in the school, and teaching Wenwen can be said to be more than enough. But Su Yi asked Wenwen to learn to paint with him was actually just a transition and a temptation, when he made the decision just now, he had already thought of a teacher for Wenwen to teach people to paint, who else would be more suitable than Xue Lin, the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts?

The reason why I say temptation is to test whether Wenwen's mother agrees with Wenwen to learn painting with her, if she doesn't agree, everything is impossible.