Pei Zhao and his sister were sleeping at home. Su Li was worried about them leaving for too long, so she suggested painting a portrait of Xiao Huzi in the backyard of their home.
Of course, Xiao Huzi had no objection. There happened to be a carambola tree in the backyard, so he could paint under the tree where the sun wouldn't shine on him.
The little brat loves beauty and made a particularly conceited gesture.
"Are you sure you want to do this? It'll take at least three-quarters of an hour to finish, and it'll be very tiring."
"It's okay, Auntie, you draw it, I can hold on!" The little brat was full of confidence.
Su Li ignored him and just speeded up her painting.
By the end of the painting, she could clearly see Xiao Huzi's sleeves shaking slightly.
This kid was very patient. He didn't say a word, never urged, and never complained or regretted.
It's rare to have such tenacity at such a young age.
"Okay, the painting is done, come and see it!"
As if he had been granted amnesty, the little tiger fell to the ground with a thud, panting and saying, "Auntie, please wait, I'll be there in a moment!"
"Hahaha……"
Su Li couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Little Tiger's face turned red with embarrassment. He lay down for a while and then got up, but he still had a smile on his face.
I walked to the easel and looked at the painting of myself, and I liked it very much.
"Auntie draws really well!"
It's exactly like him, and even better looking than he is. His poses are also good! It's worth it to persist just now!
After the painting was completely dry, Su Li took it down, rolled it into a coil and handed it to him: "Here!"
"Thank you, Auntie!" Little Tiger took the painting gently, excited as if he had found a treasure. "I'll take it home and show it to Mom!"
After saying this, he hurried home holding the painting.
Su Li shook his head and laughed, packed up his things and returned to the house.
The two little guys just woke up, and as soon as they woke up, they were very upset and ran to look at their own portraits.
"Mom! It's so beautiful!"
"Mom's painting is so beautiful! I like it so much!"
The brother and sister praised the painting again and again and couldn't let it go.
For some reason, I felt a sense of accomplishment when I was praised by a few five or six-year-old children. Perhaps, children's praise is the most sincere.
"Mom, please draw a picture of yourself too. I'm so beautiful, it will look even better in the drawing!" Pei Chu'er's face was full of anticipation.
"Me?" Su Li was stunned.
Not only did the original owner have the same name as her, but even her facial features were 70% similar to hers.
However, the original owner worked all year round, was often exposed to the sun, and was malnourished. Her originally snow-white skin became yellow and dull, and her hands became rough from being soaked in cold water for years of washing clothes.
The original owner often sighed at herself in the mirror, and often felt inferior in front of her handsome husband.
After entering the book, she looked in the mirror once and never wanted to do it again. It was so annoying!
Of course, in the eyes of many children, their mothers are beautiful.
"Mom can't paint herself. When we go to the city, can we ask a painter there to paint her?"
"Okay! Then I will ask the artist to draw my mother beautifully!"
Pei Chuer looked longingly. She also wanted to go to the city. Her mother said that the city was more prosperous and lively than the town they visited last time.
Su Li nodded. She would keep herself beautiful and fair-skinned by then. No! She would start eating healthy food, using sunscreen, and maintaining her complexion now!
But the work still had to be done. It was getting dark, so Su Li rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.
For dinner, I made vegetable and bacon porridge. After all, the child is young, so drinking more porridge for dinner will make it easier to digest.
The next morning, Su Li was awakened by a series of "clucking" sounds in the backyard.
She went out to the backyard and found two eggs in the chicken coop.
"Oh, two chickens laid eggs at the same time?" Those chickens were two black chickens that Su Li bought in the town two days ago. She didn't know how to kill chickens and didn't dare to. She bought the chickens to lay eggs, but she didn't expect them to lay eggs so soon.
When she picked up the eggs, she found that both of them were slightly cracked, so she simply built a soft nest for the two chickens so that they could lay eggs.
It was almost eight o'clock when they finished all this. Pei Si and Pei Chuer also got up. Su Li washed her hands and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
She made vegetable and egg noodles for breakfast, and the eggs she used were freshly picked from the chicken coop. This was probably the first time she had eaten such fresh eggs.
Just after breakfast, Carpenter Pei's wife came with a finished easel.
The easel was made exactly according to Su Li's requirements, and she was very satisfied. Just after she sent Mrs. Carpenter Pei away, Su Xiaocui arrived.
"Ali, when did you start painting again?"
When Xiao Huzi showed her the painting last night, she was stunned.
Su Li was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the original owner also loved painting when he was a child, and he was good at it, but he never painted again after the incident with his father.
Instead, she learned embroidery and sold her embroidery to supplement her family income until she got married. She has never painted since then.
"My child is getting older, and Pei Ji will be going to the provincial capital for an exam soon. He'll need more and more money, so I thought I'd try painting portraits to see if I could earn some money to supplement my expenses."
"Of course you can. The painting is so good. His father and I like the tiger you painted. You will definitely make money!"
"Really? How about I draw you a family portrait? How about you help me look at it?"
"What is a family portrait?"
"Just draw you, Big Brother Lin, and Little Tiger on a piece of paper. Others will know you're a family at a glance, and it can also serve as a souvenir. All the wealthy families in the city do this."
In this era, there were basically no portraits of ordinary people, especially farmers. If there were any, they were personal portraits, and they were not painted by skilled painters.
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