Li Qingyou's so-called learning of painting is limited to sketching. Although the painting skills are similar to those in "Records of Actions", even "Records of Actions" is even simpler, as it only requires outlining lines.

However, the key problem is that she cannot use a brush well.

Although you only need to outline a circle of thin lines, it is not that easy to draw evenly. You must have enough wrist strength to maintain consistency. And you cannot pause in the middle, otherwise the uneven lines at the joints will lose the overall beauty.

It's like a beautiful woman has a boil on her face.

Li Qingyou is not in a hurry. Nothing can be accomplished overnight. All she needs to do is practice diligently. Besides, she has a background in painting, and it is estimated that she will be proficient in it in a few days.

But the premise is that she has enough time to practice.

Along the window, she saw Adi running back with a piece of meat and sweating profusely. Li Qingyou packed everything into the cabinet as quickly as possible, putting everything in before Adi entered the door.

Speaking of Adi, Li Qingyou also had a headache. He had to run out if he wasn't allowed to go out to play before. Now he wants to go out to play, but he can't go out.

It seems that I have learned a lesson this time.

But the question is what should she do?

She detained Adi at the cost of "a river of blood" and could never give up halfway. Li Qingyou stroked her chin and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Adi." Li Qingyou found a rag, a string basket and an old purse and put them in front of Adi. He said sincerely: "You are a girl. You can't run around with a bunch of bald boys all day long. You will have to in the future."

When you get married, if a female celebrity can’t do anything, she will be ridiculed by her husband’s family, so..."

Adi looked at his sister Qingyou dumbfounded.

"From today on, you have to learn to be a female dressmaker." Li Qingyou made the final decision, "Now start with the simplest practice. When you have a good job in a few years, you will have to embroider a dowry for yourself..."

Adi touched his nose and shuddered as he imagined himself holding an embroidery needle to embroider the dowry.

"What are you thinking about? Concentrate." Li Qingyou pushed him.

My brother was so excited that he sat upright with his hands on his knees, looking like a good baby.

"Today I will teach you flat embroidery." Li Qingyou took the rag and needle and thread and carefully explained to her brother according to what the late Mrs. Li taught her, "The needle goes in from here, and the stitches must be dense and even... Seriously

Click, don’t look at me, look here.”

Just like cooking, Li Qingyou is proficient in theory when it comes to female beauty, but is a mess in practical operation. Mainly because she is really not interested in this, so she naturally loses her temper.

"Have you learned it?" Li Qingyou saw his brother nodding and was very satisfied. She put the cloth and needle and thread into his hand and said with a fierce face: "You are not allowed to leave this room until you finish embroidering these today."

Adi looked at the rags and needlework in his hand with a bitter face, then looked at Li Qingyou, and flattened his mouth, only to be slapped on the face by a tender white slap, "Don't act cute, it's useless, you still have to acknowledge me."

This sister must be obedient."

Okay, she doesn't want to recognize him anymore just because of a bad wallet.

Adi continued to press his lips, took Li Qingyou's hand, and looked at her eagerly, "Then after I finish the embroidery, can I sleep with my sister tonight?"

Ever since he could remember, he had always slept alone, but no one knew how much he envied his younger brother who could be coaxed to sleep by his aunt. Sometimes he thought that maybe his mother coaxed him to sleep in this way when he was a child, right?

He couldn't tell the truth about a boy coveting his mother's arms, and over time he stopped thinking about it.

Until he met his sister Qingyou.

She was fragrant, soft, and smelled like a mother.

Li Qingyou paused. In fact, she really wanted to sleep with her brother. She felt good holding such a little dumpling in her arms every day for the past few months.

only……

Li Qingyou glanced at Donglijian, and then at Adi's hopeful eyes. As soon as he said the word "no", Adi grabbed his hand and shook it hard, "Sister, don't be angry. I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again."

Caught fish."

He determined that Li Qingyou didn't move back because he was angry.

Li Qingyou sucked her lips and struggled for a long time. In the end, her rationality prevailed, but she couldn't kill him with a single blow.

"It's so hot in the summer... Let's wait and see when you can embroider a decent purse." Li Qingyou concluded with one word, and repeatedly told her brother not to leave the room until he finished the embroidery, and then returned to the east room.

In order to prevent her from seeing her brother when he came out, Li Qingyou deliberately placed the kang table close to the edge of the kang, with his face facing the door, so that he could see the movement on the other side as long as he raised his head.

Next it's time to practice drawing lines.

Different from cooking and female celebrities, although she spent the entire afternoon drawing meaningless lines, whether horizontal or vertical, circular or curved, she was not agitated at all.

One is due to interest, and the other is that it represents a financial path.

As the lines became more even, Li Qingyou's eyes became brighter and brighter. He was completely immersed in it, focusing all his attention on the paper. He didn't even notice that Adi was standing next to him.

"That's not right. My sister's posture when holding the pen is wrong." Adi took the Hu pen from Li Qingyou's hand, pinched it with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and arched his ring finger and little finger to fix the pen.

"The palm of your hand should be able to hold an egg, and your arms should be flat and stable. Beginners should use a sandbag hanging on the wrist to practice wrist strength. After a long time, they can penetrate the back of the paper..."

Adi was born into a noble family and was enlightened by the Confucian scholars at the age of five. Naturally, he had no choice in the way he sat or held the pen. His thin body looked like a tall tree and bamboo.

Li Qingyou watched with great interest, then suddenly remembered something and grabbed the Hu pen, "Who asked you to come here? Didn't I say you are not allowed to leave the house until you finish the embroidery? You turned a deaf ear to my words..."

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end when he saw the rags Adi put on the table.

Is the embroidery really finished?

Looking at the twisted stitches on it, Li Qingyou curled her lips in disgust and shook the rag, "Is this what you embroidered? Are you going to embroider such a dowry for yourself in the future?"

"What would your future husband think of you?"

"What will your future parents-in-law think of you?"

"People not only laugh at you, they also laugh at me for not teaching you well, you know?"

Li Qingyou deliberately scolded his brother loudly to cover up his guilt and fear. Fortunately, he didn't take out the "Book of Actions", and even more fortunate that she just drew random pictures. If his brother saw the mess...

It's simply unimaginable.

Adi lowered his head and curled his lips, glanced at the belt around Li Qingyou's waist, and said it as if her embroidery was very good.

There are house deeds and land deeds hidden at both ends of this belt. He had seen Sister Qingyou sewing them in with his own eyes. Looking at the uneven and uneven stitches on it, at least his stitches were quite neat.
Chapter completed!