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Chapter 378 A touch of black

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    "Little brother."

    Jiang Keran used the paintbrush given by Fu Qinqi to outline something on the drawing paper, but when Fu Qinqi walked over, he immediately covered it with both hands.

    "It's painted with watercolors, brother can help you wipe it."

    Fu Qinqi pulled off the clean towel he bought for Jiang Keran from the rope above his head, and kept rinsing it in the sink. When he was about to wipe off the dirt from Jiang Keran's hands, Jiang Keran took the initiative to wash his hands  .

    "I'll just do it myself."

    Jiang Keyan moved quickly, and hurried back to the lawn before even washing himself.

    Fu Qinqi looked at her from the corner of his eye, and Jiang Kenan also glanced at Fu Qinqi from the corner of his eye, as if he was hiding something from Fu Qinqi.

    "Little brother, do you feel that the ground is shaking a bit?"

    When Fu Qinqi approached, Jiang Keran deliberately changed the topic, and covered the drawing board with his whole body, so a lot of fresh watercolors were stuck to his coat.

    "Are you still with Brother Yong?"

    "You mean, go to the toilet to draw? Hee hee, I've already finished drawing."

    Although Jiang Keran didn't make it clear, the implication was to let Fu Qinqi get busy with the noodle shop.

    "good."

    Fu Qinqi's lonely back, as if Jiang Keran no longer needs him, is really distressing.

    Jiang Ke murmured, trying to call Fu Qinqi to stop, but closed his mouth again. After blinking his eyes, he continued to paint on the drawing board, and Fu Qinqi put the coat she took off into the pool.  He continued to wash, and there were towels and socks on the rope, as well as many art tools that Jiang Keran needed.

    "Phew~ I was almost discovered by my little brother."

    Jiang Kenan looked back from time to time, while Fu Qinqi was not paying attention, he drew a few more strokes on the drawing board.

    "I didn't expect that this drawing paper can be washed, and after drying, the backside can continue to draw. If my little brother sees it, he will be sad."

    Jiang Keran was creating comic strips on the blurred draft paper.

    "You can't do things halfway, this is what my mother taught me."

    Jiang Keyan splashed the pictures in his mind onto the paper one by one, completely ending the previous comic strips.

    "You're done!"

    Jiang Keran drew the Jiang family in the past, in which there were mother Qu Wan, her imaginary father Jiang Duyou, and of course the grandmother and the unlucky ghost Jiang Shunhao.

    Jiang Keyan opened his mouth wide and smiled. After a few seconds of being in a daze, he stood up, dried the painting, and sorted out the other comic strips beside her.

    "It would be great if these could be published, but it will also hurt my little brother's heart, how about"

    When Jiang Keran was rolling his eyes "chirping", the village head and the village director came, breaking the peace at this moment, and the pigs, cattle, sheep and horses immediately began to cry.

    "Something went wrong, something went wrong."

    Jiang Keran's inexplicable appearance attracted the attention of Fu Qinqi who was pulling noodles. He quickly took off his apron and ran to Jiang Keran's side.

    "Your brother came just in time. Have you seen who destroyed the paintings in the restroom? Especially the men's restroom, it was all blacked out."

    "Has my hard work been wiped away?"

    Jiang Keran opened his lips in surprise, and immediately went to one of the men's toilets with the village head and the village committee.

    The scene in front of him broke Jiang Keran's heart. The emerald green of the grassland and the blue sky turned into pitch black, and the bathroom looked gloomy, like a murder scene on TV.

    Jiang Keran dipped his fingers into a smear of black on the wall, and kept clapping his palms to feel the material.

    "It's also painted with watercolors? Then I know who made it." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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