186 Grandma, listen to 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 early morning to the sound of birds.

Fu Yuanhang has 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 with heavy rice ears hanging, and the chirping birds. Even a child with such a thick nerve couldn't help but sigh, "It's like living in a painting."

Chenchen imitated him, resting his chin on his little meaty hands and looking out the window with his big eyes blinking.

A member of the community passed by leading an old buffalo. With every step the old buffalo took, the bell on its neck rang as it moved, forming a wonderful symphony with the chirping of insects and birds.

Chen Chen said: "I'll draw it for you~~"

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

"Just a little~~" Chenchen climbed out of bed to look for a paintbrush and a notebook.

After finding it, 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 pen steadily and couldn't draw straight lines. What kind of drawing could he make?

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

Chen Chen: "I told you it would be a little bit~~"

Mumu: “…” Are you sure you said a little bit, not billions of bits and pieces?

The young man's painting skills are naturally not as good as Fu Yuanhang's, but he writes quickly, accurately and fiercely, almost without thinking. It seems that he just randomly sketches the outline and then paints and paints. Then the mountains are mountains, the water is water, the old cow and the uncle herding the cows are lifelike, and even the curves of the heavy ears of rice are exactly the same.

It was a one-to-one restoration of the scene before our eyes.

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

After Chenchen finished painting, he looked at Mumu.

"Ah~~~"

Draw another window and then draw Mumu inside.

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

Mumu: “…”

Damn it, it's like 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 mean by only a little bit?"

Chenchen blinked innocently: "Kesu~~ I'm not as good at drawing as Xiaoshushu~~"

Mumu: "..." How old are you? How old is your uncle? And a painting genius like your uncle only appears once in ten years, right?

To be honest, if you ask Chenchen to draw a straight line or an egg, he definitely won't be able to do it well because he has small hands and doesn't know how to control the strength. He can't even hold the pen properly, so his drawing 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 if you look closely, but at a quick glance, you can tell that it is a one-to-one ratio.

Mumu thought she was used to being beaten by Fu Yuanhang and wouldn't feel anything.

But often when he looked at the dust that was not even as high as his waist, and found that he could not play chess, fold origami, draw, or even recite a book... he would still doubt his life.

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

If I really want to say that I am smart——

Mumu looked at the dust that had barely grown any teeth and was speechless!

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 will definitely not lose to Chen Chen when it comes to making a living!

Su Taotao has to leave tomorrow, so Zhou Linglan went to the brigade early in the morning to ask for leave.

It was Mumu’s first time in the countryside, and everything he saw seemed new to him.

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 can take you there on my bike."

Su Taotao smiled and said, "All the towns are pretty much the same. Mumu, you haven't seen enough? Why don't you go take a walk in the fields, or go up the mountain to take a look, 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 could never find a chance to buy a gift for his godmother. What could he do?

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

Mumu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Su Taotao found it amazing. It was so 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, the catfish will be kept for dinner."

Mumu kept nodding: "I'm back!"

Nothing in town is 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 now he obediently stretched out his head and let Zhou Linglan put it on for him.

Zhou Linglan was surprised 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 for the dust, and in the end Zhou Linglan won.

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

Zhou Linglan stopped and listened to the wind passing through the conch shell and reaching her eardrums. It was a very special sound of the 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 as her husband described it.

Zhou Linglan smiled and said, "It sounds really nice."

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

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

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

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

Chen Chen narrowed his eyes and twisted his body: "No need to thank me~~ I'll pick another one~~ and give it to grandpa later~~"

Zhou Linglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "Okay, Grandpa used to be a sea warrior, defending the motherland on a very large ship. Later, for some reasons, he stayed at sea forever."

Chenchen nodded: "Chenchen knows~~Grandma~~You can see grandpa's lighthouse from the house on the island~~When are you coming~~"

Zhou Linglan smiled and touched the child's soft little hand, then pulled it to her lips and kissed it: "It will be soon, probably around the Chinese New Year. Grandma still knows that Chenchen is going to school. Is it hard to go to school?"

"Hmm~~" Chenchen shook his head again, "It's not hard~~ Grandma, I'm telling you..."

The grandfather and grandson chatted in this way until they reached the commune, whereupon Zhou Linglan moved Chen Chen to Fu Yuanhang's back and asked him to carry him.