Compared to Liang's father and Liang's mother who didn't care much about her, Qin Miaoyu felt that Liang Siquan almost treated her as if she didn't exist.
On the first day after returning to the Liang family, if Liang's mother hadn't reminded her, Liang Siquan might not have even said hello to her.
Coupled with the comparison of Liang Siyuan, the second brother, it is difficult for Qin Miaoyu not to feel bad about this elder brother.
Therefore, Qin Miaoyu declined her sister-in-law's proposal. Even though Wei Wei's face did not look good, she did not relent.
It was Liang Qibin who spoke: "Mom, since my aunt doesn't want it, don't force her. You keep saying that I can't read with peace of mind."
"Hey, eh, okay, you read the book, you read the book, I won't tell your aunt anymore."
Qin Miaoyu only thought that Liang Qibin was a very polite child before, but now she found out again that this child seemed to have a certain temper.
But this was just a momentary thought, and she had no intention of exploring anything deeper. After all, her purpose of returning to the Liang family was not to stay in the Liang family.
When she had nothing to do, she happened to see the flowers in the flower room in the back garden of Liang's family blooming just right. She took her things and ran to the flower room to paint.
Halfway through the painting, Liang Qibin came, looked at the painting on the paper, and asked Qin Miaoyu: "Auntie, are you painting that flower?"
Liang Qibin pointed and pointed correctly at the flower Qin Miaoyu wanted to draw.
Qin Miaoyu looked surprised: "Do you even have to learn to draw?"
Liang Qibin shook his head: "I haven't studied it much, I just listened to it secretly occasionally, and I also heard Qi Shi and the others talk about it."
Qin Miaoyu's eyes turned to the painting: "Then you are quite talented."
"Little aunt, can you teach me how to draw?"
"If you want to learn, you can just ask your parents to find a powerful master to teach you."
Liang Qibin's eyes were gloomy: "My parents and grandparents won't let me learn, saying these are not things I should learn..."
Only then did Qin Miaoyu remember that Liang Qibin was the eldest grandson of the Liang family. In the eyes of most of the Liang family, he would inherit the family business in the future. If he were to learn something artistic like painting, he would probably be regarded as unlearned and incompetent in their eyes. .
However, Qin Miaoyu believed that he had no ability to teach others.
"You can go to your Aunt Sixuan, she specially learned from the master."
"No," Liang Qibin resisted the suggestion. "Her painting is not as good as yours. I saw my little aunt's room that you renovated. Wasn't the other painting in it painted by you? I like it very much!"
Liang Qibin's eyes were full of sincerity. Qin Miaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's useless to talk sweetly."
Seeing that Qin Miaoyu didn't believe it, Liang Qibin suddenly became anxious: "It's not that you are sweet...cough...cough cough cough..."
In desperation, Liang Qibin coughed violently, covering his mouth while shaking while coughing.
Seeing him coughing like this, Qin Miaoyu quickly put down the brush in his hand and patted him on the back.
"Okay, I believe you, I believe you! Shall I go find your mother and come over?"
Qin Miaoyu wanted to get up and go to Wei Wei, but was stopped by Liang Qibin: "Little aunt, don't call me mom, I sneaked over to see you. If she knew that I was asking you about painting, she would definitely tell me something. "
Seeing that he seemed to have recovered, Qin Miaoyu didn't insist on calling her sister-in-law.
"Okay, little aunt, you can continue painting. I will sit here and watch you paint."
Liang Qibin didn't leave the back garden until the housekeeper's voice came looking for Liang Qibin from a distance.
After finishing the painting, Qin Miaoyu packed up her things and saw Liang Qibin looking at her from the glass window in the corridor.
Qin Miaoyu sighed invisibly. People always yearn for things that are not easily accessible to them.
When he arrived in the living room, Liang Qibin was already sitting on the sofa and reading the previous book.
Wei Wei was picking out clothes and came down when she saw Liang Qibin reading calmly with a satisfied smile on his face. He also spoke to Qin Miaoyu in a very kind tone: "Miaoyu came back from painting in the back garden?"
"Well, it just so happens that I haven't given Qi Bin a meeting gift yet. I can't afford to give him anything expensive, so I'll give this painting to Qi Bin. Sister-in-law, you don't mind my shabby gift, right?" Qin Miaoyu looked at it with a smile. Wei Wei.
No matter what Wei Wei was thinking, there was a look of disdain on her face.
"Binbin, my aunt gave you this gift, please accept it quickly."
Liang Qibin put the book on the table and solemnly took the painting from his aunt. Looking at the vibrant flowers, the smile on Liang Qibin's face couldn't help but bloom.
"Okay, Binbin, put away the painting that your aunt gave you, and then read quickly. The teacher will be here in the afternoon."
"Isn't Qi Bin still in good health? Why are you arranging classes for him in the afternoon?"
"Whisper, Binbin has been putting off this course for a long time. If he doesn't finish it in time, he won't be able to keep up with the progress of the previous plan. Moreover, he can only learn it sitting down and it won't affect his health."
Qin Miaoyu looked at Liang Qibin's discolored face. It would not be affected physically, but she didn't know if it would be affected psychologically.
However, in the afternoon, the teacher who was attending class felt temporarily unwell and did not come over.
Wei Wei immediately wanted to call the teacher of another course to come over and teach.
Qin Miaoyu, who was idle, looked at Liang Qibin's suddenly depressed mood and said, "What is learning? Why don't you let Binbin learn a painting lesson from me? It will allow Binbin to relax and learn something at the same time."
Qin Miaoyu originally thought she would be rejected, but Wei Wei didn't say much, but quickly agreed, which surprised Qin Miaoyu.
But now that he agreed, Qin Miaoyu went to the room to get something, and took Liang Qibin back to the back garden.
Wei Wei looked at the glass window in the corridor for a while, and then went to the monitoring room.
"Adjust the surveillance in the garden room at 10:30 this morning for me."
The surveillance camera was called up and Wei Wei showed a smile on her face as she watched Qin Miaoyu and Liang Qibin stay in the greenhouse for a long time.
Liang Qibin, who followed Qin Miaoyu to the flower room, thanked him seriously.
Qin Miaoyu didn't say much, but asked Liang Qibin to sit down and started to tell him some basic things, and then let him draw by himself.
Only after this painting did Qin Miaoyu realize that it was absolutely correct to say that Liang Qibin was talented.
The fact that a child who has never learned to draw can draw to this level can really only be summed up in two words: talent.
But she didn't say it out loud.
The word "talent" is too heavy, especially for Liang Qibin. He can't draw but has talent in painting. Knowing about it is just more trouble. He can only wait and see when he can find a chance to talk to his sister-in-law.
After all, she said she wanted to teach Liang Qibin to paint, and the sister-in-law didn't say much. I guess she wouldn't be too firm about not letting Liang Qibin learn painting, right?
On Saturday morning, Lu Qian drove to the door of Liang's house to wait for Qin Miaoyu.
Xi Ruofen had a strange look in her eyes when she heard the housekeeper say what kind of car her uncle drove. She asked Qin Miaoyu: "Does your husband own such an expensive car?"
