Chapter 1795: Just draw one more picture

Look at his second brother. Now they are all well-known child prodigies. They can read at the age of three, write at the age of four, poetry at five, and paint at six.
He also has some abilities when he arrives, so he can paint on his face.
"Big sister, let's go out first."
Shen Qingci walked over, and he didn't even look at the messy table behind him.
It's not that she doesn't want to watch it, nor is it that she doesn't want to watch it. She is afraid of watching it herself. What if she cries for a while?
Finally, Shen Qingci was the one who sent Shen Qingrong and the little dumplings who didn't wash their faces out of the house, while she herself was sitting in a chair, a little bit eager to cry without tears.
When Por Hengsi came back, he saw Shen Qingci standing facing the wall. He didn't know what was good on the wall, how could he be seen so carefully, and the result was when he still had no solution.
With a bang, Shen Qingci slammed his head against the wall, and even when he squatted to play, the scared hair stood up instantly.
Pao Hengmi stepped forward, putting his hand on Shen Qingci's shoulder, and also pulling her away from the wall. What's the matter, is this evil?
How easy it is to use your head to hit a wall, is this wall so easy to hit?
He stretched out his hand and touched Shen Qingci's forehead, also wanting to know if it was crashed, fortunately, it was just red from the crash, and there was no big bag to come out.
"A Ning, can I know, what are you doing?"
Luo Hengsi asked Shen Qingci.
Shen Qingci raised his face, looking at Brand Hengsi, and then sighed faintly. She really wanted to cry without tears. Does God really want her to find something like that? So, again and again. Third, let Branding worry about not finishing that picture.
Soon after, Shen Qingci went outside the study with branding
The study of Branding, like her incense room, is a forbidden area in the entire palace, even if it is cleaned, it is only entered by a special person, so what was it like just now, and what is it still like now?
However, Shen Qingci didn't dare to go in, and couldn't face it, so a painting turned into waste paper.
Branding still didn't understand, and he also raised his foot and walked in.
As a result, as soon as I saw the brushes thrown around on the table, and the painting that had changed beyond recognition, I already knew the reason?
"What's wrong?"
Brando Hengsi asked Shen Qingci. He was fine when he went out. How did he become like this now? Is it a thief?
Shen Qingci sighed.
"The eldest sister came here with the dumplings. I happened to be looking at this picture, but when I went out, I didn't take it away."
and so……
That's it.
It became like this
It became like this.
"nothing."
Brando Hengsi smiled and pressed Shen Qingci's forehead again, "If you don't have the picture, just draw another picture. You don't have to do self-harm, right?"
Shen Qingci glared at him.
She was so sad, and it was so uncomfortable. Why didn't he feel the same with her? That's the sentence, and just paint another picture.
He said so easily.
But it is so easy in itself.
Branding thought enlarged the picture, just looking for his own memory. The unpainted ones are what he wants to know in his mind, so this repainting, according to his memory, is just one or two. The time of day is enough to paint well.
"I can paint for a few days and it will be better."
Branding continued to comfort Shen Qingci, "You don't have to worry, we will find your mother's things."
Shen Qingci took another look at the picture that had been doodled by children.
"I'm going to make spices."
She wants to turn her grief and anger into motivation, make peace, and make more spices and sell more money.
Branding himself wanted to comfort her a few more words, but Shen Qingci went out.
"A Ning, what are you going to do?"
He was still scared, and Shen Qingci was hitting a wall again.
"Make spices."
She replied listlessly, but she was very busy. Anyway, as far as Shen Qingci is concerned, there is nothing in this world. It is more than spices that will make her happy and make her feel happy.
And when Shen Qingci left, Brando Hengsi smiled and shook his head, then walked to the desk and picked up the pens with his own hands. After a while, let people clean the pens.
The ink was also smeared all over the table, and now Branding considered that he didn't care for his ink, and of course he didn't care for his pen, to the little face of the dumpling.
His ink is a little famous, and if it is applied to the body, it is very difficult to wash if there is no way.
Maybe Ah Ning still doesn't know about it now, he is afraid that he will have to go to Prince Jun's Mansion once.
After putting the pen away, he picked up the picture. Just when he was about to roll it up, what did he find?
He frowned slightly, and put the picture in front of his eyes. After looking at it for a while, he carefully rolled the picture and put it aside.
When it was time to eat the meal, Shen Qingci was still a little sad.
"Nothing," Luo Hengsi comforted her, "I don't know anything."
"I know," Shen Wangci has never blamed Xiaotuanzi. If this is strange, she only blamed herself. What does this matter have to do with Xiaotuan? It was because she didn't collect the painting well, and she didn't lock the door.
So it's her own problem that doesn't matter about dumplings, and she is also angry with herself, never angry with dumplings, of course she still likes dumplings the same.
Pao Hengsi picked up the chopsticks and put some dishes in Shen Qingci's bowl.
"First, we will go to Prince Jun's Mansion again."
"Where to go for what?"
Shen Qingci asked him strangely, ‘didn’t you just say that children are ignorant, this is not going to play dumplings? "
"What are you thinking about?"
Branding added some vegetables to her bowl.
"I'm also the elder of Tuanzi, how can I be angry with him?" He wouldn't be helpless if he didn't talk about one picture, even if it was ten, but he wouldn't blame the child.
If it's strange, it's just themselves that they didn't put things in place.
"Then why are you going?" Shen Qingci glanced out the window, it was getting late, they were using dinner.
"My ink was specially made. It got on the skin and needs to be cleaned with a special thing. So the child should have wiped a lot of it?"
The chopsticks Shen Qingci was holding fell on the table.
And she also covered her face, and she also thought of Tuanzi's little cat-like face, and really began to doubt her life.
This seems to be really troublesome.
"Why, is it really rubbed on your body?"
"You'll know after a while."
Shen Qingci didn't want to describe it, because what she is describing now is nothing else, but her heart that is already breaking down.