Chapter 21 My Brother Becomes a Great Painter
Lou Hongjian's car was very popular with Mao Mao.
She hadn't ridden in a car many times; the first time was on the day she came to the Lou family's house.
The Lou family owns many cars, but they have nothing to do with her, the child. The driver will take them out when the owners need to go out, but she doesn't go out!
She's so young, she doesn't even need to go to school.
Lou Hongjian's newly bought car didn't have the beautiful Haicheng woman in the passenger seat; instead, a three-year-old girl named Tuantuan sat there, and he took her for several days of drives.
After riding in the car for several days in a row, everyone in Haicheng knew that Lou Sanshao had recently stopped liking movie stars and singers and loved his three-year-old little sister the most!
And for the time being, Third Brother has become Mao Mao's favorite older brother!
Specifically, when the First Madam gave her another jar of chocolate balls as a snack, Mao Mao first shared them with her mother. Before sharing them with her fourth brother, she carried the jar upstairs to find her third brother.
Mao Mao heave-hoo climbed up to the third floor, stood at his room door, and shouted, "Brother!"
"MaoMao is here to see you!"
"Brother, open the door!"
The babyish voice woke Lou Hongjian up and made him open the door.
He was wrapped in a disheveled bathrobe, his hair standing on end in a mess, making him look like a zombie.
Lou Hongjian opened the door for her, then turned around and pounced back onto the bed.
"elder brother?"
Mao Mao, carrying a large jar, followed him inside, circling around him with concern.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Are you dead?
Mao Mao climbed onto the bed, her chubby little face close to his, and asked with concern, whispering in his ear, "Brother, don't you want some chocolate?"
"Mao Mao, you eat by yourself," Lou Hongjian said weakly. "I have no appetite."
Mao Mao became even more worried.
To be unable to eat, that must be a very serious matter!
She asked worriedly, "Brother, are you sick?"
Mao Mao only loses her appetite when she is sick.
“I didn’t,” Lou Hongjian said.
Mao Mao: "But I haven't seen you for several days."
Once Mao Mao got tired of riding in the car, Lou Hongjian also became listless.
He followed his fourth brother's example and stayed at home, refusing to go to nightclubs or theaters, and no longer caring about his appearance. He slept until late morning and wandered around the house in slippers.
Lou Hongjian let out a deep sigh.
"Shameful."
He criticized himself, saying, "It's so embarrassing."
"Although those two swindlers were dealt with by my brother, everyone knew before that I was associating with that fake Young Master Feng." He was blamed for being too high-profile and even introducing Young Master Feng to some of his friends.
"Now everyone knows I almost got scammed!"
Lou Hongjian, looking utterly dejected, asked, "Mao Mao, do you think I'm stupid?"
"No way!" Mao Mao shook her head. "Brother is amazing!"
"What makes it so powerful?"
"My brother is tall and has long arms."
"..."
"My brother eats two bowls of rice in one meal."
"..."
Lou Hongjian covered her mouth: "Alright, stop talking."
Mao Mao wanted to say more, but pulled his big hand down: "Brother can also draw."
"What skill is there in drawing?"
"But you drew Mao Mao!" Mao Mao opened her eyes wide and said seriously, "Exactly the same."
She was referring to the portrait Lou Hongjian had drawn for her before.
After the painting was finished, it was framed and hung on the wall, and everyone in the family saw it.
The painting of Mao Mao is exactly the same as the real Mao Mao, innocent and cute, wearing a white dress, like a little angel from Western legends.
“Mother can’t paint, and neither can the other brothers.” Mao Mao looked at him with admiration, her bright black eyes filled with worship: “Only the third brother can paint.”
Lou Hongjian smugly hummed, "That's right, I'm a top student in the art department."
Putting aside other things.
In terms of art appreciation and creation, the whole family combined can't compare to him.
He suddenly became interested, jumped out of bed, and drew back the heavy curtains to let the sunlight in.
In the suite connected to his room, paints and tools were scattered on the floor, framed paintings were piled up against the wall, and several easels were placed next to them, with a few unfinished works on them.
Lou Hongjian also rummaged through his belongings and found several trophies with foreign words engraved on them that Mao Mao couldn't recognize. He had brought them back from overseas when he returned to China.
As he said, he was a top student.
"...But it's no use." Lou Hongjian lowered his head in disappointment: "My eldest brother works in the military and political department and is my father's right-hand man. My second brother is a doctor and saves people every day. I'm not as smart as Asui, so I can't help him at all."
This world is too chaotic.
Art can't put food on the table.
Many people can't even get enough to eat, so naturally they don't have the eye to appreciate art.
But Mao Mao admires it.
She carefully touched the dried paint on the canvas, her tender little hands feeling the brushstrokes, as if she could empathize with his feelings, her soft little hands gently caressing his soul.
She let out a soft exclamation: "So beautiful..."
Lou Hongjian laughed: "You're so young, how could you possibly understand it?"
"Mao Mao knows," Mao Mao said happily. "Brother is a great painter!"
"Is that so?"
"Mao Mao likes her brother's paintings; they light up!"
Lou Hongjian was amused by him: "What do you mean it will glow? This is a painting, not a light bulb."
"It's not a light bulb, it's...it's the sun!" Mao Mao drew a big circle with her little hand, her face serious: "The sun—it's so bright!"
Children's words are innocent and naive, but they get more and more outrageous.
But Lou Hongjian was pleased by her coaxing.
How could an artist not be happy when they encounter an audience that appreciates them and praises them?
He picked up his little sister and nuzzled her hair, cheeks, and chubby little hands: "Mao Mao likes brother's paintings? Then you can be brother's little muse from now on, okay?"
Mao Mao tilted her head again: "Mousse?"
Two days ago, Lou Hongjian took her to a Western restaurant to eat mousse cake.
"It's delicious!" she exclaimed happily. "It's so delicious!"
“It’s Muse, not Mousse.” Lou Hongjian’s peach blossom eyes curved into a smile: “That’s fine… From now on, I’ll sell paintings, and with the money I make, I’ll buy mousse cakes for Mao Mao.”
"Brother, you eat too."
"Oh, our Mao Mao is so good!"
Lou Hongjian gave her another French kiss on the cheek, sucking a big mouthful of her soft, pudding-like breast.
"Maomao——"
"Third Brother—"
Lou Yansui's shouts came from outside the window.
The two peeked out and saw Lou Yansui's wheelchair parked on the lawn downstairs. Upon seeing them, Lou Yansui raised the chessboard in his hand and gestured, "Third Brother, come and play chess with me."
"Looking for me?" Lou Hongjian muttered, "I can't beat you."
Despite saying that, he still obediently changed out of his bathrobe and went downstairs to play chess with his younger brother.
As expected, after one game, they were completely wiped out on the chessboard.
Lou Yansui slowly picked up the chess pieces: "Third Brother, it's understandable that you were tricked, since you're so stupid."
Lou Hongjian: "...I'm your brother, show some respect."
Lou Yansui: "Instead of getting scammed outside, I think you should become a teacher at a school."
"Being a teacher? That would be a waste of my talents!"
Lou Hongjian thought for a moment and said, "A-Sui, lend me some money."
Lou Yansui: "..."
Meeting his younger brother's skeptical gaze, Lou Hongjian quickly added, "This time, I'm really doing something serious."
"..."
Sitting next to him, Mao Mao said anxiously, "Brother, I'll lend it to you!"
"..."
Lou Hongjian: "...That's enough, stop calling for Mom!"
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