Su Qiao had visited many small stationery shops in town before she finally managed to buy all these things.
"Can this be used for drawing?"
This was the first time Big Treasure had seen dedicated drawing pencils, paints, and the like. He was so astonished by the large sketchbook, pencils, and paints in her hands that he even forgot to eat, looking at them with eager anticipation.
Su Qiao smiled and nodded. "Yes. I'll teach you how to draw later."
"I want to learn now." The thing Big Treasure had loved doing most in the past was quietly drawing picture after picture.
The walls, the ground, the beach, and the stone slabs—his drawings had been everywhere. Burnt twigs had served as his drawing pencils.
There had often been people who snatched away his twigs or deliberately trampled drawings he had only finished halfway. They would also curse him as Second Fool, and the children would frequently throw stones and bugs at him.
Now, he finally no longer had to worry about someone destroying his drawing halfway through, nor did he have to fear someone casually stepping on it after he finished.
"All right."
Su Qiao opened the sketchbook, sharpened a pencil, and began drawing casually.
"Let me."
After Su Qiao had drawn a few strokes, Big Treasure became impatient. He quickly stuffed the hamburger into his mouth in two or three bites, then washed his hands in the river. He had instinctively wanted to wipe them on his clothes, but suddenly remembered that these were the new clothes she had bought for him and felt reluctant to do so.
He held both hands suspended in the air, waiting for them to dry on their own.
Once his hands were dry, Su Qiao handed him the sketchbook and pencil and let