Xiaoxi drew everything that happened today.
The figures in her paintings are lifelike, and she also adds text to them.
Ye Yichen finally finished his work and looked out the window; it was already dark. Xiao Xi was still sitting there drawing. He hadn't been able to spend any time with Xiao Xi today, and he felt so regretful and guilty.
He was curious about what his sister was scribbling on.
I walked over quietly.
Wow!
"Xiaoxi, did you draw all of these?"
In high school, he would secretly read comic books, but what Xiaoxi drew was not comics, nor was it the kind of impromptu doodles that children do.
Xiaoxi looked up at her brother: "They haven't left yet, so who else could it be if I didn't draw them?"
Ye Yichen: "What I mean is... what is Xiaoxi drawing?" He felt like his sister thought he was stupid.
"The style I draw is called a comic strip. I've drawn all the interesting things that happened today so you don't have to ask Brother Du. He must have been more tired than in the office after taking care of Xiao Xi all day."
"So that your brother won't have to report today's events to you."
Am I not tired every day?
Ye Yichen felt envious, but he was soon surprised.
"Xiaoxi, you can write?" Not only can you write, but you can also write calligraphy with a pen. Your handwriting is much better than his, far superior.
"Writing is so that my brother can understand what Xiaoxi is drawing. He must have been quiet today too. Looking at Xiaoxi's comic strip is a good way for him to relax."
Ye Yichen was completely embarrassed, but he couldn't help asking again because Xiao Xi's actions were so unexpected. He thought Xiao Xi couldn't even recognize all the words.
"Xiaoxi, you draw very well, and your handwriting is also very good. What I want to ask is, you had such a hard life before, how did you learn all these things?" It seems that he really knows nothing about his sister's past.
“It was the master who lived in the alley in the north of the city who taught Xiaoxi. He taught Xiaoxi a lot of knowledge, but unfortunately the master has passed away.”
Xiaoxi's expression darkened.
Seeing the sad expression on Xiaoxi's face, Ye Yichen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, wishing he could give her all the good things in the world to make it up to her.
Xiaoxi endured a lot of hardship, yet she still learned skills beyond her actual age, and without a trace of artifice. This was all thanks to countless days and nights of arduous practice.
Ye Yichen felt deeply grateful to Xiaoxi's master for teaching Xiaoxi so well.
After Ye Yichen finished his work at the company, they went to the parking lot.
Du Xin transferred the alchemy furnace and many medicinal herbs that Xiao Xi had brought back today to Ye Yichen's car.
Ye Yichen saw the large packaged item, as well as other large and small bags, and smelled a strong aroma of Chinese medicine.
"Xiaoxi, why didn't you have someone else take these things home with you?"
"Brother, these are Xiaoxi's most important things. I'm worried about her not coming with us."
"What is that thing that's wrapped up so tightly?"
"It's a pill furnace," Xiaoxi said, a little embarrassed.
She thought about how Du Xin had taken her to buy a lot of other things today, all of which were bought on impulse. Now that the initial excitement had worn off, they didn't seem to be of much use anymore.
"Brother, actually Brother Du took me to buy a lot of other things today, and they've probably already been delivered home. Thank you, brother! Next time, Xiaoxi should be careful not to sell things randomly."
Ye Yichen: "..."
My younger sister is so pitiful. I promised to take her shopping today, but I couldn't get away, and I already felt guilty. Then she said this.
Besides, the Ye family is incredibly wealthy; he could make a fortune every day.
And so, Ye Yichen stopped paying attention to Xiao Xi's alchemy furnace.
"Brother, look, Brother Du bought me a phone watch today. Now Xiaoxi can call you from home."
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