When Tang heard Cui Wei's rejection, he immediately showed despair and unwillingness on his face. After wiping his tears, he stared at Cui Wei hatefully and said: You are so cruel, our brother Quan wants to call you cousin.

It would be fine if she didn't say this, Cui Wei was so angry that she was so angry that the original owner was frightened when he thought of Yang Liquan, not to mention that after she came to Cui's house, Yang Liquan wanted to slap the naughty child to death. Now Tang actually mentioned these things to her. Why didn't he mention this when he threw mud into her walls and doors?

I'll let him do it. You think I'm stupid, why are you cruel? I'm neither a doctor nor a doctor. There's no way to help you. If you don't let go, I'm still boiling water in the kitchen. I'll splash my door later.

When Tang heard her, he suddenly became angry and suddenly burst into tears. He held his face and cried: Cousin, I used to be my cousin sister-in-law to you, there are so many people. Our brother Quan has lost his soul. We have already looked at the witch Ma. She said that our brother Quan has lost his soul. As long as we find a noble person and can be our brother Quan's godfather, Brother Quan's soul will definitely be suppressed by him and will come back then. If you agree to accept our brother Quan as his godson, I will let him be filial to you every day in the future.

I dare not be so filial. When Cui Wei heard this, she sneered: It is better not to believe it all, it is better to find a doctor to take a look. I can’t agree to such a method. You can think of other methods, so why not look for other people.

A child like Yang Liquan is still so bold and narrow-minded. He has bullied himself when he was a kid. He has become even worse when he grows up. He is nine years old now, and the child is almost scattered by the Tang and Yang family. Once such a child gets into trouble, he will not cause any trouble for himself or have other ideas. He also wants to enjoy his blessings. Cui Wei will not believe the filial piety of Tang. She is not inferior to Yang Liquan's filial piety now. She lives a good life. She doesn't want to interfere with these things. The Yang family used to look down on her, and Yang Liquan's bullying of Cui Wei is probably in his heart, but they just think about their children, regardless of her life or death. Now they are cramming for a while. She has a bad relationship with Yang Liquan, so why should she agree?

When she heard her flatly rejection, Tang couldn't help but curse loudly, and Yang's face was a little unfair. Although she hated that Yang Liquan took Cui Youzu to fiddle with Kong's body that day, Yang Liquan was a child. In addition, Cui Youzu has been normal these two days, and he was the only nephew of his mother's family. Today, Tang asked to come to the house, saying that Ma had taken a water bowl for their Yang family, and said that Yang Liquan had to take care of her. She immediately brought Tang here. The water bowl was one of the unique methods of hiring a witch in the countryside. She took rice and stirred some water in the jar. Many people rely on this to make a fortune for others. Drinking this bowl of water is also good for people's health. Yang believed in Ma. Now that she heard Cui Wei refused to help, she immediately had new and old hatreds and hatreds surged up:

It's enough if you don't want to help, but you're so cruel and ruthless, you don't recognize your parents, and you're going to do it in the future. God is watching. God will sooner or later accept you. You're so vicious and disrespectful to God. One day you will be retribution.

Cui Wei looked at Yang's vicious eyes and sneered, and her heart was filled with anger. She spread her hands and said: Then you just wait to see who will retribution first. No matter how vicious I am, I can still get better than Cui Jingzhong. His retribution comes first. I can still wait to see him laugh and talk. I just don't want to help. You are right, don't want to listen to sarcastic words. No one invites you to my door.

Yang's heart was filled with anger, and she was so angry that her eyes turned black. She was now worried about her second son. Cui Wei's words just poked her wound. Yang was furious, but she had no choice but to do anything to her. She simply cursed her: You are so sharp-toned and sharp-mouthed girl, you can't grow up, you are trampled to death by a horse in a car, and you choked to death after eating. You still want to see my Erlang laugh at me, and she looks vicious when you die first. Although these words are something that ordinary women in the countryside would talk about when they quarrel, they didn't scold her daughter much when they were scolded. Cui Wei didn't treat Yang as her mother at first. Now she heard her cursing and didn't feel uncomfortable. She just sneered and closed the door with a bang.

When Yang saw this scene outside, she cursed even more fiercely, but there was no one in front of her. She cursed for a while and her voice gradually became smaller.

Nie Qiuran sat in the room. Seeing Cui Wei coming in with a calm face, she smiled gently and poured her a cup of boiled water with pineapple jam and handed it over: What's wrong with you? You're so angry that you can calm down. What should you do with her? Just don't look at her. Some people in the world have taken over the mother's position, but they do things that they can't even do, and it's really not necessary to be angry with such people. It took him more than 30 years to understand this truth in his last life. Now he uses it to persuade Cui Wei. The coldness in his words makes people feel cold.

Cui Wei shook her head, and didn't say about Yang anymore. Instead, she sat back to the basket. She just took the needle and thread but had no intention of embroidery again. She simply threw the things into the basket and came to Nie Qiuran: Brother Nie, let's draw. She thought of the few strokes of ink lotus that Nie Qiuran drew casually last time, and immediately became interested: Brother Nie, teach me how to draw lotus flowers, and I have learned a lot of tricks. The things she embroidered now are almost all the cartoon animal images of modern times. They are cute and cute, but the ancient landscape style is also very popular. If the colors are matched well, it may have a different flavor than the things next to her.

After all, in ancient times, Cui Wei made some independent and special items to attract attention. She just wanted to find fresh things. This thing is worse than eating. If you look at it a few more times, you will get tired of it once you get fresh. Therefore, after Mrs. Lin asked her to help embroider several times, she never asked her to make this thing again.

When Nie Qiuran heard Cui Wei's request to make her draw, he smiled helplessly and patted her head, saying: Go and get paper and pen. Cui Wei laughed happily and went into the house to get things. Outside, Nie Qiuran took out two inkstones, took out cinnabar and ink strips, and began to grind them. The cinnabar was adjusted to different colors by him and placed them in two different inkstones. There was another one he had just used on the table. When Cui Wei carried a few rolls of rice paper from the house, Nie Qiuran happened to put in the ink strips and waved to Cui Wei.

As soon as the rice paper was spread out, he pressed it with an inkstone on it. Without thinking, Nie Qiuran changed into a clean pen and dipped it in a bit of water pink and drew it on the paper. He seemed to have been confident, and he drew a few light colors between three strokes and two strokes. It looked a bit messy, but Cui Wei knew that he had the ability. He had the ability to paint the paintings like Nie Qiuran last time to make such an outstanding scene as the last time, not to mention that he had specially prepared it today.

Sure enough, after sketching a few strokes with a slightly thicker vermilion, the originally unremarkable light powder suddenly turned into layers of blooming petals, like flowers blooming constantly under his hands, making people feel a stunning feeling, as if the fragrance of lotus flowers was about to blow into their noses.

Cui Wei simply stopped learning and gently pulled a stool and sat in front of him. He held his chin with his hand and watched Nie Qiuran's pen feel as if he was helping him. From time to time, clusters of bright red flowers bloomed on the paper, and some buds were still blooming, as if they were swaying. Some lotus leaves were in harmony, and sometimes they left some blank space. The color of the rice paper itself seemed to be a drop of water, making the whole painting look like it was coming alive.

He had a serious expression. Although the whole painting was red and black, for some reason, Cui Wei looked at it and felt that Nie Qiuran's purse picture was better than many of the colorful paintings in later generations.

Nie Qiuran put down the pen, wiped the ink marks on his hand with a handkerchief, and looked at Cui Wei's look stunned. For some reason, a feeling of pride in his heart surged in his heart: Weier, follow this painting

Looking at this textbook I just drew, Cui Wei also learned painting in her spare time in her previous life. She could tell some of Nie Qiuran's skills. I'm afraid that if this painting falls into modern times, it can be called a treasure for everyone and can be sold for a lot of money. Cui Wei was a little suspicious at this moment. Nie Qiuran is young, so how could he have such skills and breathe in one breath when painting, and he rarely pauses, and his expression is leisurely and free. It seems that this matter is not very difficult for him. At his age, he should not reach this level.

Thinking of his ability to change paintings for Nie Qiuwen on his own, even Master Nie, who had been studying for a lifetime, was even more shocked. Cui Wei squinted her eyes and looked at Nie Qiuran, and saw that he had a smile on his face and a casual look on his white and handsome face, as if he didn't pay much attention to this painting, it was like he was drawing it for her to learn. Cui Wei frowned, and immediately lay on the chair and carefully blew the ink marks on the painting. While looking at Nie Qiuran meaningfully, she said: Brother Nie, I want to frame this painting and hang it in the hall. Our family is too simple, and it just happens to be hung on it.

A light smile appeared on the corner of Nie Qiuran's mouth. While packing up the inkstone and other items to take them out to wash, he said: It's okay for you to be happy. Cui Wei took a look at the half-dry painting, and also took a smear of the table and wiped it around the table twice. She was about to go out to help Nie Qiuran wash the inkstone and other items together, but unexpectedly the Nie family came over again. To be continued...

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