Author: Wen Jiutao

Qi Lang became interested, pointed at Wu Niang in the carriage, and said loudly, "This is the Wu Niang of my uncle's family. She is my sister, how could I not recognize her?"

When Ruan Wuniang in the carriage heard these words, she wanted to strangle Qilang to death, but she couldn't expose it, so she had to sit inside patiently, clenching her hands into fists. Her fingernails even pierced the palms of her hands.

Jiang Hai slowly got off the horse, pointed at the carriage, stared at Qi Lang, and said, "Isn't this the 'little fool' from the third room of the Ruan family?"

Of course, it was definitely impolite to call him 'little fool', but in order to be sure again, he had no choice but to call him that.

"Hmph!" Ruan Qilang snorted coldly and said, "The child of the Sanfang family is my sister Jiuli. This is my uncle's family."

After saying that, he pointed at Ruan Wuniang in the carriage again for confirmation, and then repeated to Jiang Hai, "My sister Jiuli is not stupid. You can't call her 'little fool' in the future, otherwise I won't be able to finish it for you."

Jiang Hai smiled, wasn't this forced by the situation? How dare he?

He hugged Qilang's fists apologetically, with a smile on his face, and his heart instantly relaxed. Is this right? He took a few steps closer to Qilang, and instantly felt friendly.

This guy was dumbfounded, but he must have a good relationship with Jiuli in such a way. He felt very relieved, and suddenly felt that he was getting close to Qilang. From now on, he would be the eldest lady’s family, and he must be the family he protects. So he naturally got close to him.

Seeing how sincere he was, with his head lowered, Shichiro took out an exquisite wooden carving box from the bag on his shoulder.

Qilang has been carrying a bag on his shoulders. Jiuli made it specially for him out of canvas. The bag hangs on his shoulders and can be used to put things in the front and back, and there is a lot of it.

Sankui has bad legs and feet. When he goes out, he only puts a little bit of broken silver in his sleeve pocket and nothing else. If he must put something in it, it is this bag on Qilang's shoulder.

Qilang basically puts some wood, carved small hammers and the like.

Basically, he has never listened in class. It should be said that the effect is the same whether he listens or not. Anyway, he doesn't understand a sentence. If he doesn't listen, he can do other things; if he listens, he will be confused for a while.

Just sleep.

In order not to fall asleep during class, he basically did not attend classes.

Sankui told him that if he wanted to carve people, he had to be able to draw and draw them before he could carve them. In order to carve them, he had been practicing painting recently.

The one who painted the most was Jiuli.

Because Jiuli is busy, he has no time to care about what he is doing. Sometimes he likes to draw his aunt, who often sits in the sun and bask in the sun, sometimes for the whole morning. I don’t know that he secretly draws her. After knowing about it, I saw her

Qilang looked at her and hid.

Sometimes when Qilang looked at her, she would glare at him. Qilang didn't dare to draw his aunt.

He also tried to draw Sankui, but his brother-in-law was too handsome to look like a real person. Once he showed the brother-in-law he drew to other friends. They thought he was a fictional character.

In order not to have to explain, his favorite painting is Jiuli. It is very real, every time it is a labor scene. And Sister Jiuli is not afraid of painting.

After drawing so many times, she never noticed that he was drawing her.

Xiao Yuanzi is sometimes very naughty and pesters Qilang to draw him, but every time after finishing the drawing, he will ridicule him and say, "Your drawing is so ugly, why do you still draw it?"
Chapter completed!