Jiang Keran turned the house into a mess, and all the pacifiers he had when he was a child were found out.
"What are you doing? Demolition of the house?"
Jiang Shunhao returned home sullenly, went straight to his younger sister Jiang Keran's room, and lay sprawled on the sofa.
"Brother, here is the paintbrush I won at the barber shop, but you gave me the exact same one before? Why can't I find it? It's strange. Could it be that there was a thief in our house?"
"Is there any mistake, Jiang Shunhao, people also have dignity, okay? Do you think that the thief came in and only took your paintbrush away, which is not a good thing. I just teased you. I bought counterfeit goods at roadside stalls. Simulation toys, those who can¡¯t write, let alone draw, don¡¯t look for them.¡±
"Brother, you dare to tease me, see if I don't tell mom."
"Go. Don't forget who took you to do the hair, Jiang Keran."
"Then this time, I won't be as knowledgeable as you. Anyway, I have another way. If you don't take me there to have a haircut, I will have to find a prize. I am so lucky. Many people danced together, but the prize was just It landed on my head, how dare you call me a broom star? Eh? Well, this brush can¡¯t write it, profiteers, I¡¯ll settle accounts with them.¡±
Jiang Shunhao immediately sat up from the sofa, stretched his arms and grabbed Jiang Keran's princess tutu skirt.
"Oh, forget it, if you don't go to that house in the future, you will have it. Besides, it is given to you for nothing. They only said that the paintbrush was used, but they didn't say that it can be used. You can't explain it clearly when you go, and you have to go back in despair. It's unnecessary. Why don't you give your brother a good scalp, maybe I'm rich, and I'll give you a serious look. The premise is that you don't go to my mother to complain."
"Brother, didn't grandma always give you pocket money? It's still quite a lot. Don't try to fool me. No, I want it now. Brother, go and buy it for me. I need it for painting. The original pens are useless. It¡¯s been used up and there¡¯s no water, take a look, this is what I painted just now, it¡¯s only black and there¡¯s no oil"
"So the high heels aren't black anymore?"
Jiang Shunhao took out the painting that was pressed under the paintbrush at the front desk of the barber shop, and shook it in front of Jiang Keran. A small opening appeared in the painting paper, and then the whole piece split in two.
"These shoes are black. I'm not going to learn how to drive recently. The road test ah!! You broke it."
"What does that matter? It's not good-looking. Why did you draw it in a car accident? Just tear it up."
Jiang Shunhao rubbed it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"My God! You don't understand art. I'm going to sue my mother. You can't stop me."
Jiang Keran got out from Jiang Shunhao's armpits, and Jiang Shunhao grabbed the elastic scarf around her neck.
"You almost strangled me. Since I was a child, why did you always bully me? Grandma treats me badly. My mother and I have no status at home. Our yearly expenses are not as good as what grandma gives you in a month." many."
"Hey, Jiang Keran, don't be arrogant and unreasonable, I don't give you and my mother any subsidy every month."
"I don't want your charity. I want to participate in a painting competition and get a prize. Then I move out of the house with my mother. I don't want to have no private space. You can come in if you want. I am also a child, but I am a bastard, because My dad passed away in a car accident on my birthday, so I can¡¯t celebrate my birthday, and I can¡¯t draw cars? Reality is the hardest thing to capture, and art comes from life, which is higher than life.¡±
"I think the girl in Changshi Town is full of energy. Could it be that she was in a car accident?" (Remember the website of this website: www.hlnovel.com