✓|| I Have Seven Big Brothers (Book 1) - [Author: Lop Rabbit]

Chapter 72: Dried up this cup of milk

  Bai Mohua's slender and white fingers poked lightly on the warm and soft little face, and immediately sank into a small meat hole. The little cousin still smells delicious, and I really can't hug her enough.

  When the adults came, they saw the cousins ​​enjoying themselves happily.

   "Really, you will wake up when the time to play chess is warm."

  Aunt looked at Nuan Nuan with some guilt, "Aunt should look at you."

  They were playing chess and drinking tea in a room not far away, but they didn't go far, but they didn't expect Nuan Nuan to wake up so soon.

  Nuan Nuan shook her head embarrassingly, and said softly: "It is Nuan Nuan who forgot to call Mom and Dad with her mobile phone."

   "Scared."

  Several adults gathered around to ask their relatives.

  The little girl shook her head obediently, "No."

   "It's no wonder I didn't, I'm all crying."

  Bai Mohua pinched her little face, "It looks pitiful."

  Gu's father and Gu's mother felt even more distressed when they heard the words. Nuan Nuan didn't want them to worry, so she hugged their hands softly and acted like a baby before exposing them.

   "Mom, aren't you surprised to see me?"

  Bai Mohua put down the drawing board and looked at his parents with a smile. The handsome young man's smile is easy to make people like, and the elders in the family especially like it.

   "Who doesn't know you yet, it's strange that you can come back tomorrow honestly."

  Bai Mohua laughed, pulled them to sit down and talked for a while, then hugged Nuan Nuan.

   "Auntie, I'm taking Nuannuan to play."

  Nuan Nuan is a little dazed, she looks particularly easy to bully, she is so obedient that she doesn't resist at all.

   "Go, go, take care of my sister."

"understood."

  Bai Mohua ran upstairs holding Nuan Nuan in one hand and her drawing board in the other.

Arriving at his room, Nuan Nuan was attracted by the large and small oil paintings hanging in the room, many of which were landscapes, beautiful snow-capped mountains under the warm golden sun, fairyland-like waterfalls under the rainbow, and a graceful flower Every painting is a visual feast for Nuan Nuan.

  Bao Moshu entered his room with Nuan Nuan in his arms, went directly to the small attic, and then opened the curtains. It was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and he could clearly see any scenery outside from the room.

And this small attic is the place where Bai Mo draws and draws. The layout is very simple. The paints, brushes and paper used for painting are neatly placed in the wooden cabinet against the wall. In the middle is a bracket and stool for the drawing board. And in this room, the most dazzling things belong to the paintings hanging on the walls.

  The paintings in the bedroom below are relatively small in size, but the paintings here are very large.

  The most conspicuous thing in the middle is a ginkgo tree more than two meters high. Nuan Nuan can tell at a glance that this ginkgo tree is the one in the outer courtyard.

At first glance, it seems that the ginkgo tree in the painting is alive, and the yellowed leaves make people feel the breath of autumn. She seems to have returned to the time when she first came here, standing in the small courtyard to admire the big ginkgo tree Tree.