"The eldest sister doesn't want to."

The eldest girl's eyelids glowed: "The eldest sister would rather suffer herself than suffer for you and Erya." ”

"Sister, why doesn't my father like us?"

Sanya pursed her mouth and wanted to cry: "Is it just because we are girls?" ”

"Sanya is good, don't cry."

The eldest girl wiped the corners of her eyes, forcibly pulled out a smile, and comforted her sister: "Father and mother don't like us, and the second uncle and aunt, they are good people, and they won't watch us suffer, regardless of it." ”

"How good would it be if we were the daughters of the second uncle and the second aunt?"

Sanya is innocent: "Sanya likes them and doesn't want to go home." ”

"Well, go to sleep."

The eldest girl smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer: "If you don't sleep again, it will be dawn." ”

"My sister sleeps too."

Sanya grabbed the placket of the eldest sister's clothes tightly and didn't let go.

"My sister can lie on the side of the bed for a while."

The eldest girl pulled away her sister's little hand, stuffed her into the quilt, and lay on the edge of the bed herself, pretending to close her eyes and sleep.

Sanya looked at her sister for a while, she couldn't stay sleepy, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them, and she fell asleep in a daze.

"Hey."

Wu Juan heard the conversation between the sisters through the window and sighed deeply.

*

In the early hours of the morning, the rain was still falling, and the green mountains and green waters were covered with rain and mist.

Ye Jian got up early in the morning, hurriedly ate breakfast, and went out with the eldest girl.

When it rained, her vision was blurred and the river was turbulent, so Wu Juan was afraid that something would happen, so she detained her daughter and did not allow her to go down to the river to fish.

Ye Xiuyan was idle, so she cleaned up the desk, took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and continued to draw illustrations.

On the left side of the desk are two manuscripts, which have not yet been printed, and the content of the story is roughly the same as what she drew before, both of which are the most popular love plots of talented and beautiful women at the moment.

She opened one of them and read it word for word, bookmarking it where it was appropriate to draw the illustrations.

After reading it for a while, inspiration flashed to me, and I sketched a picture of a girl who met her crush on the stone arch bridge by chance, with red cheeks and a shy girl.

Without the slightest delay, she picked up the brush and began to draw according to what was in her mind.

The room was quiet, except for the slight rustle of the tip of a pen across the paper.

Ye Xiuyan's pen is like flying, and her painting is hearty.

In less than half a burnt of incense, the girl was outlined under her pen, slender and soft, and her expression of wanting to speak and being ashamed was vivid.

She bit the barrel of the pen, thought about it intently, and sketched a few more strokes on the background, and the stone arch bridge and the boy jumped on the paper.

It feels good in the hand and draws very smoothly!

Staring at the sketch for a few seconds, she nodded in satisfaction and placed the paper in the corner of her desk.

Waiting for it to dry and coloring, I picked up the manuscript again and continued to read it.

*

After noon, the rain stopped, and Erya woke up.

Wu Juan used the remaining bamboo shoots to exchange two eggs with Aunt Zhang and steamed a bowl of egg custard for her.

Erya ate the egg custard, felt better, and could barely sit up leaning on the head of the bed.

"Erya, does your head still hurt?"

Ye Xiuyan stood in front of the bed and reached out to touch Erya's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt."

The second girl was grateful, thinking of her ruthless parents, she snorted, and wanted to shed tears.

"Erya, don't cry."

Wu Juan caressed her face and whispered: "Crying is not good for your health and is not conducive to recovery from injuries." ”

"Second aunt, thank you."

The second girl choked and cried.

"Thanks for what."

Wu Juan's eyebrows were gentle: "It's polite to my aunt." ”

"Sister Erya, don't worry."

Ye Xiuyan strongly supported her mother: "With my mother here, no one dares to bully you, not even uncle and aunt." ”