"Luoluo can still draw? Grandma wants to see it!" Wu Xiangqin sat next to her, looking at the little girl lovingly. At this moment, she was even more overjoyed. She got up and walked towards the TV cabinet, looking for paper and pen, wanting to see Luoluo's painting skills.

Of course, Wu Xiangqin didn’t know that Luoluo’s little man could not have excellent painting skills. It was as if Luoluo said she could dance, but she was just like jumping around!

But even the most immature paintings are like masterpieces in the lovely eyes of the old man, which makes people feel happy to appreciate them!

However, when she took out the paper and pen and handed it to Luoluo, the little girl pouted her mouth and shrank her hands behind her.

"Well, Busu, Busu, Busu!" Luo Luo didn't want to reject her grandmother. She later stretched out her little hand, pointed to the signature pen in her grandmother's hand, and said to her grandmother seriously, "Big Su, big pen!"

It was Xia Yu who knew Luoluo and Yang Yan, and she understood what was going on as soon as she heard it.

"Mom, she said that what she used to draw that day was a large brush, a brush, not a small and thin ballpoint pen!" Xia Yu smiled, "It must be so. Yang Yan and his family write calligraphy. I heard that his father is also a calligrapher!"

"Which father...oh, that old Mr. He!" Wu Xiangqin had actually read some of Yang Yan's investigation materials, but she forgot just now, and asked subconsciously, and then she reacted.

Luo Luo didn't know what puzzle grandmother and mother were fighting. She turned around and blinked at her mother, then turned around again, pointed her little head to her grandmother, and said softly: "Well, cat pen!"

The brush and the cat pen should be similar, and the hair is soft.

"Brush, grandma think about it, it seems there is one!" However, in the Xia family, brushes are not often used. Wu Xiangqin thought about it carefully before remembering that Xia Xiangyang had brought back a set of brushes a long time ago. That set of brushes seemed to be placed in Xia Xiangyang's study.

Obviously, the brush that Xia Xiangyang took home and "treasure" would not be the ordinary brush that costs dozens of yuan per piece in the street stall!

That was "traveled" by Xia Xiangyang from his comrades in the capital. It was produced by Rong Baozhai, a veteran study shop for hundreds of years. It is selected from the pen of Huanglangtail and the pen of Huanghuali wood. It is not only polished to be round and smooth, but also the texture on it looks quite simple and beautiful, and it has great collection value!

But such a set of brushes worth tens of thousands is just a small ornament in the Xia family. Xia Xiangyang has never used them or seen them. It all depends on Wu Xiangqin to take care of the dust accumulated on it.

Wu Xiangqin didn't care about this. When she thought of it, she walked to the study excitedly and knocked on the door. As Xia Xiangyang and Yang Yan looked at her, she took off the set of brushes without changing her face, then took a bottle of ink for a pen on the table and walked out naturally.

In fact, at this time, the conversation between Xia Xiangyang and Yang Yan was almost over. He told Yang Yan to be confident, but all that was left was that he was chatting with Yang Yan casually.

"Luoluo wants to draw? Use a brush?" Xia Xiangyang reacted, and his interest was aroused.

Yang Yan had been watching his mother-in-law's actions just now. At this moment, he finally couldn't help it and whispered to his father-in-law: "Uncle Xia, the one that Auntie took seemed to be the ink of a fountain pen. The ink of a fountain pen is not suitable for use for brushes!"

Indeed, the ink used for fountain pens is different from the ink used for brushes. The ink used for fountain pens is a solution. The ink used for brushes, or should be called "ink", is a suspension, which is a mixture of carbon particles and water. Such ink is relatively viscous. If used in the fountain pen, it will block the pen over time and cannot write the words!

It is not impossible to use the ink for pens to write brushes, but the effect is definitely much worse because it is not sticky enough, and the ink will easily flow when written, affecting the shape of the characters!

However, even if Yang Yan discovered this problem and raised it, Xia Xiangyang could not solve it for him.

"I don't have ink written in the brush here!" Xia Xiangyang looked at Yang Yan, and the two of them stared at each other, unable to find a better solution for a while.

It’s not a solution to be dazed here!

After looking at each other for a while, they suggested at the same time: "Let's go out and have a look!"

When Yang Yan and Xia Xiangyang walked out of the study, Wu Xiangqin and Xia Yu had already set off for Luo Luo in the living room. They emptied half of the coffee table (Xia Xiangyang's coffee table is relatively short, just suitable for Luo Luo, the little man). Several layers of tea table were laid on the surface to prevent the ink from passing through the newspaper, and a small stack of white a4 paper taken out of the printer was placed on it. Obviously, Luo Luo was going to "draw" on this a4 paper!

"Luoluo, which brush do you want?" Xia Yu opened the wooden box of the brush, displayed his daughter vertically, and asked with a smile.

There are five antique yellow-brown brushes under the golden satin cloth. From left to right, there is a order of arrangement from large to small. The size of each brush is still different!

Of course, Luo Luo took a fancy to the smallest brush at a glance. Perhaps to her, she looked very cute. The little girl bared her teeth happily, smiled at her mother and pointed to the brush, and said in a slight voice: "Well, let me, let me!"

Xia Yu took it out without hesitation and handed it to Luoluo. She also pointed to the open ink bottle next to her and said, "Luoluo, dip it in here and then you can write it!"

Yang Yan looked at the ink bottle used for the fountain pen and couldn't help but pick his eyelids.

A new high-end brush that has just been used was dipped in this sparse ink, which is really heartbreaking!

But there is nothing we can do. The Xia family has no ink, so they can only use it!

"In fact, this kind of brush is suitable for writing fine brush and small calligraphy!" Yang Yan couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned his head and muttered to his father-in-law, and started to popularize the science, "The one suitable for painting should be the brush with a little bit of diameter and a pen tip of more than five o'clock."

Yang Yan paused, then continued to smile bitterly, "But that brush is a little bigger, Luo Luo probably can't control it well. I also brought her a small brush to play with at home."

That's right, it's fun!

Yang Yan didn't think that his daughter's random smear was painting.

However, Xia Xiangyang didn't want to hear Yang Yan muttering. He was born in the army and thought he was a rough man, so how could he do some writing?

So, Xia Xiangyang gave Yang Yan an impatient look and asked him to slowly understand: Go, don’t disturb me watching my granddaughter’s paintings!
Chapter completed!