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Chapter 18 Where did the magic pen come from?

On the way back, Jiang Songhai was silent for a long time, and Jiang Xiao didn't say anything. She had already spoken too much at Secretary Yao's house and was a little tired.

Everyone in the mountain village slept early. Before 8:30 or 9:00, most of the lights were turned off. At this time, there were no street lights in the village, and every household had flashlights, so they brought them out.

Jiang Songhai was carrying Jiang Xiao on her back, and she was holding a flashlight to illuminate the light.

Many alleys in the village are not covered with cement, and they are all gravel roads and dirt roads. Fortunately, it has not rained, otherwise it will be muddy and the road will be difficult to walk at night.

The wind was very cold, which made Jiang Xiao's originally dizzy mind clearer.

Ge Liutao was waiting for them while opening the yard gate.

"Why have you been there for so long? Is Secretary Yao angry?" Seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren came back, Ge Liutao breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then felt relieved.

Jiang Xiao insisted on going to the branch secretary's house, but she was worried that she would be out of trouble at home.

"It's cold outside, let's talk about it when you go in." Jiang Songhai carried Jiang Xiao into the house. Ge Liutao hurriedly locked the yard door, entered the main hall, and closed the main hall door.

Jiang Xiao was still a little uncomfortable with the dim light bulb, but looking at her grandparents sitting in front of her, she was extremely grateful and could live a lifetime.

Ge Liutao poured two cups of hot water for his grandparents and grandchildren. They felt their bodies warmer after drinking the water, and they let out a light breath.

Before Ge Liutao could ask Secretary Yao if he was angry, Jiang Songhai was already looking at Jiang Xiao with a serious expression, "Xiaoxiao, tell my grandfather, when did you learn to draw?"

This question is really suffocating him.

When Jiang Xiao drew the teacup that was almost insane, he tried hard to suppress the shock in his heart.

Jiang Xiao was raised by the couple, but they never knew she had this skill!

Jiang Songhai knew the art teacher at Siyang Village Primary School. He had just studied with an educated youth who went to the countryside for half a year and could teach the children in the village some introductory skills. His paintings were not as good as Jiang Xiao.

So, if you want to say that Jiang Xiao learned from him, Jiang Songhai would not believe it.

When exposing her ability to draw, Jiang Xiao made a temporary decision when she saw Secretary Yao preparing to decorate the old wall. But she didn't regret it. When she was well-behaved, she would definitely have to draw frequently. No matter how she hides this, she can't hide it from her grandparents.

On the way back, she had already thought about how to answer this question. Moreover, she also wanted to take the opportunity to find out something, where did her grandfather get that magic pen back then.

She never knew about this until her death in her previous life. The reason why Deng Qingjiang coaxed her out of the mountain village was because he guessed that she had a treasure on her.

She must figure it out and only then will she be prepared when Deng Qingjiang comes back.

Jiang Xiao put down the cup and asked Jiang Songhai, "Grandpa, do you still remember the pen you gave me when I was a child?"

Jiang Songhai was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became a little surprised and confused.

"Didn't you say that pen is lost?"

Jiang Xiao shook her head and said, "It was lost at first, but it was found again later."

"You can draw, but it has something to do with that pen?" Jiang Songhai lowered his voice.

Jiang Xiao had long decided that in this life, no one would tell the existence of that pen, including grandparents. Otherwise, they would only worry about her.

"It's not that it's okay. Grandpa and grandma, do you remember Uncle Min?"

"You mean, Dr. Min?"

Jiang Xiao nodded, "It's him."

Speaking of Dr. Min, he had some friendship with Jiang Songhai, but he was not familiar with him. Moreover, he had not appeared for many years. Jiang Songhai and Ge Liutao didn't know why, but Jiang Xiao knew that Dr. Min had died of illness.
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