186 Grandma, listen~~The sound of the sea~~

The three children squeezed into Fu Yuanhang's room to sleep together at night. They were exhausted from rushing to work during the day and playing with frogs at night. They slept soundly until dawn and woke up in the morning with the sound of birds.

Fu Yuanhang had gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zhou Linglan.

Mumu leaned against the window, looking at the misty mountains not far away, the rice fields at the foot of the mountain were hung with heavy rice ears, and the birds were chirping. Even such a thick-skinned child couldn't help but sigh: "It's like living in a painting."

Chenchen imitated him, resting his chin on his little fleshy hand, blinking his big eyes and looking out the window.

A member of the community passed by with an old buffalo. With every step the old buffalo took, the bell on its neck rang, and in sync with the chirping of insects and birds, a wonderful symphony was formed.

Chenchen said, "I'll help you draw it~~"

Mumu turned around and looked at him, "You can draw too?"

"Just a little~~" Chenchen climbed out of bed to find a brush and a notebook.

After finding them, he ran back and started drawing outside the window.

Mumu didn't have much hope at first. The little guy couldn't even hold the brush steadily, and couldn't draw straight lines. What kind of drawing could he make?

But as he watched, he felt something was wrong. Mumu straightened his back: "Chenchen, you can really draw?" Chenchen

: "Didn't I tell you I can draw a little bit~~"

Mumu: "..." Are you sure you said a little bit, not billions of bits and pieces?

The boy's painting skills are naturally not as good as Fu Yuanhang's, but he writes quickly and accurately, almost without thinking. It seems that he sketches the general outline randomly, and then paints and paints, and then the mountains are mountains, the water is water, the old cow and the uncle who herds the cows are lifelike, and even the heavy curvature of the rice ears is exactly the same.

It is a one-to-one restoration of the scene in front of him. For

a moment, Mumu thought he was hiding in the painting.

After Chenchen finished painting, he looked at Mumu.

"Ah~~~".

He drew another window, and then drew Mumu inside.

It was the scene where he was lying on the window just now.

Mumu: “…”

Damn it, it was like looking in a mirror!

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, who would have believed that this was drawn by a two-year-old kid!

“Chenchen, is this what you said about only being able to draw a little bit?” Chenchen

blinked innocently: “Kesu~~ I’m not as good at drawing as my uncle~~”

Mumu: “…” How old are you? How old is your uncle? And a painting genius like your uncle only appears once in a decade, right?

To be honest, if Chenchen were to draw a straight line or an egg, he would definitely not be able to draw it well, because he has small hands, and he doesn’t know how to control the strength. He can’t even hold the pen properly, so his painting skills are definitely not up to par.

But in terms of artistic conception and this kind of bold and open painting style, he has all the necessary elements, and the proportions are correct. It is indeed unbearable to look at it closely, but at a glance, it is a one-to-one ratio.

Mumu thought that he was used to being beaten by Fu Yuanhang and would not feel anything.

But often when he looked at Chen Chen, who was not even as high as his waist, and couldn't play chess, fold origami, draw, or even recite... he would still doubt his life.

Say he is stupid, before Fu Yuanhang appeared in their class, he was the first, and even the teacher praised him for being smart.

If you really say he is smart -

Mumu looked at Chen Chen, who didn't even have many teeth, and couldn't say it!

Mumu bent down and pinched his cheek, then picked up the child and said, "Let's go, wash up and have dinner, and see what delicious food your uncle has prepared for us."

It must be said that he would not lose to Chenchen in terms of cooking!

Su Taotao had to leave tomorrow, and Zhou Linglan went to the brigade to ask for leave early in the morning. It

was Mumu's first time in the countryside, and he found everything new.

However, he had been thinking about buying a gift for Zhou Linglan, so he asked Fu Yuanhang if he could go to the town to take a look.

Zhou Linglan said, "Today is not a market day, so the town is not busy. If Mumu wants to go, I'll take you there on my bike."

Su Taotao smiled and said, "The towns are all similar. Mumu hasn't seen enough. Why don't you go to the fields, or go up the mountain, or go dig some sweet potatoes?"

Mumu was so anxious that he blurted out, "I have something to buy."

He also knew that the village was fun, but he couldn't find a chance to buy a gift for his godmother. What should he do?

Su Taotao asked in confusion, "What do you want to buy?"

Mumu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Su Taotao felt amazing. It was rare to see Mumu like this.

Su Taotao thought he wanted to bring some local specialties to Aunt Zhong, so she said,

"Then go ahead. Will you come back for lunch? If not, we'll save the catfish for dinner."

Mumu nodded, "I'll come back!"

The food in town was not as delicious as the catfish and frogs made by Sister Taozi!

Fu Yuanhang said, "The commune is not far away, why don't we walk there?"

Zhou Linglan took out a few straw hats and asked the children to wear them.

Mumu never wore a hat on the island, but he stretched out his head and let Zhou Linglan put it on him.

Zhou Linglan was amazed by his well-behaved appearance.

In the end, except for Su Taotao who stayed at home to cook, the whole family went to the commune.

Everyone was vying to carry the dust, and Zhou Linglan won in the end.

Chenchen took out a large conch from his backpack, laid on grandma's shoulder, and put the conch to her ear: "Grandma, listen~~the sound of the sea~~"

Zhou Linglan paused, listening to the wind passing through the conch to the eardrum. It was a very special sound of wind. She had never seen the sea, but she had heard her husband talk about it. This was probably the sound of waves heard on the boat in her husband's mouth.

Zhou Linglan smiled and said, "It sounds so good."

Chenchen smiled and hugged Zhou Linglan's neck, handing her the conch: "Give it to grandma~~a gift~~you can listen to it every day~~"

Zhou Linglan reached out to take it, feeling the uneven texture on it, like a beautiful work of art: "It's so beautiful, so beautiful, Chenchen should keep it for himself to play with."

Chenchen shook his head: "There are still many conchs in the sea~~Chenchen will go back and pick up another one~~This one will accompany grandma~~"

Zhou Linglan put the conch to her ear and listened again: "It sounds really good, thank you Chenchen."

Chenchen squinted his eyes and twisted around: "No need to thank me~~I'll pick up another one~~I'll give it to grandpa later~~"

Zhou Linglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "Okay, grandpa used to be a sea warrior, he was on a special ship "Chenchen was on a big ship to defend the motherland, but later, for some reasons, he stayed in the sea forever."

Chenchen nodded: "Chenchen knows~~Grandma~~The home on the island can see Grandpa's lighthouse~~When are you coming~~"

Zhou Linglan smiled and touched the child's soft little hand, pulled it to her mouth and kissed it: "Soon, probably during the Chinese New Year, Grandma also knows that Chenchen goes to school, is it hard to go to school?"

"Yeah~~" Chenchen shook his head again, "It's not hard~~Grandma, I tell you..."

The two of them chatted in this way until they reached the commune, and Zhou Linglan moved Chenchen to Fu Yuanhang's back and let him carry him.