Chapter 4152 After Being Abducted, I Became a Village Tyrant (66)

Su Qiao asked a lot of stationery shops in the town, and only then bought these things.

"This, can you draw?"

It was the first time that Dabao saw things like pens and paints specially designed for painting. She didn't even bother to eat anything. She was very surprised to see the big book, pens, and paints in her hands, and she was a little eager to try.

Su Qiao smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you how to draw later."

"I'm going to learn now." Dabao's favorite thing to do in the past was to paint quietly one by one.

On the walls, on the ground, on the beach, on the slate, there are his picture books everywhere, and the burnt twigs are his paintbrushes.

In the past, some would often grab his twigs, deliberately step on his half-painted paintings, and call him a fool. Children would even throw stones and bugs at him.

Now, he finally doesn't have to worry about being destroyed halfway through his painting, and he doesn't have to worry about being trampled on after he finished painting.

"Row."

Su Qiao opened the sketchbook, sharpened a pencil, and started to draw.

"I come."

After Su Qiao drew a few strokes, Da Bao couldn't wait. He quickly stuffed the hamburger into his mouth and washed his hands in the river water. He wanted to rub it on his body habitually, but suddenly remembered that she bought it for himself. New clothes, and a bit reluctant.

Hands hanging in the air, waiting for them to do it themselves.

After his hands were dry, Su Qiao handed him the book and pen and let him play by himself.

The first picture he painted was a beautiful castle with a huge garden.

But this time the castle is more perfect and clearer than ever.

Su Qiao picked up some paint for him, originally wanted to teach him, but he turned out to be very skilled.

At a glance, I knew that I had come into contact with these things before, but I forgot it because of amnesia.

【What kind of identity is he? foreigner? The rich man who lives in the big manor and the big castle? 】

It is really rare to learn painting so well at a young age.

In short, it is definitely not something that can be bred in an ignorant village like Hejiacun.

"Maybe."

Su Qiao didn't care who he was. Anyway, his family hadn't come to him for so many years, which means that either his family didn't pay attention to him, or his family was dead.

After all, he will be her alone.

The villagers on the shore dispersed when Su Qiao looked over with cold eyes.

However, on the way back to the village, they were still puzzled.

"Didn't you say that this scourge is gone? Why did it come back?"

"She left early this morning before dawn, and she left with her bag. We all thought she would never come back. Who would have thought..."

Who would have thought that this scourge had slipped around the town and ran back before dark.

"Well, when will Chen Ligen go back to the village?"

"Yeah, when is the day going to end?"

"This thing is getting more and more unreliable. If you get back such a thing, it won't be a disaster for Hu Laoer's family, but it's also a disaster for us."

The villagers knew that they were going to go back to the days when they were worried about hanging their courage, and they couldn't help but start to complain about Chen Ligen who brought Su Qiao over.

Just when Dabao's painting was about to be finished, a voice suddenly came in from behind.

Widow Li glanced at the villain's painting and liked it.

"It's really good at drawing, he's a good seedling in painting, it's a pity..."

Su Qiao turned her head and glanced, it turned out to be the glamorous Widow Li in the village.