Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 259 - 258: You Call My Drawings Poisonous? Let Me Show You What It Means to Punish Evil and Promote Good!

Chapter 259: Chapter 258: You Call My Drawings Poisonous? Let Me Show You What It Means to Punish Evil and Promote Good!

The open space in the courtyard was in chaos.

A dozen children surrounded Xiao Hu, like a pack of hungry wolves around a piece of meat.

Xiao Hu held the Lazy Sheep drawing above his head, desperately standing on tiptoes.

"Can you see it? Can you see it?"

He yelled until his voice cracked.

"This is Lazy Sheep! Lazy Sheep with poop on its head!"

The kids below were jumping with urgency.

"Let me touch it! Just once!"

"Xiao Hu! I’m not going to steal it, I just want to look!"

"Let’s trade! I’ll swap my tin frog with you!"

A thin piece of paper, in this drab afternoon, became rarer than a Big White Rabbit candy.

Some parents passing by stopped and were intrigued by the commotion.

They scooched closer to take a look.

Stunned.

The colors in the painting were dazzlingly bright.

Red as red, white as white, as if freshly pulled from a dye vat.

In this era of blue, gray, and black, such things were too "gaudy."

"Was this painted by Lin Wan Yi?"

Someone asked.

"Who else? She’s the capitalist’s daughter; only their family would mess with such flashy things."

Speaking was a woman in her fifties.

High cheekbones, thin lips, wearing a dark blue Lenin jacket, buttoned all the way up.

She was the wife of Instructor Liu Zhigang, Fan Chunhua.

In the courtyard, she was notoriously nosy, with a mouth sharp enough to talk the dead back to life.

Her grandson, Da Mao, was tugging at her clothes, crying with snot and tears.

"Grandma! I want it too! I want that sheep too!"

Fan Chunhua, annoyed to the core, slapped her grandson’s head.

"What do you want? That’s stuff for dead people! Inauspicious!"

Da Mao heard and cried even louder, rolling on the ground.

Fan Chunhua’s face couldn’t hold up.

She glared at the painting, her eyes almost shooting flames.

Why?

Why should that newly arrived daughter-in-law, with a casual drawing, enchant the kids in the courtyard?

"Su Qing!"

Fan Chunhua screamed shrilly.

Su Qing, who was about to take her son home, froze.

She turned around, saw Fan Chunhua’s face black as a pot bottom, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Fan... Sister Fan."

Fan Chunhua walked over in a few steps and snatched the drawing from Xiao Hu’s hands.

"Ah! My painting!"

Xiao Hu panicked, jumping to snatch it back.

Fan Chunhua raised the drawing high, using her other hand to push Xiao Hu, making him tumble.

Holding the drawing toward the sunlight, she showed an expression of disdain and scorn.

"Everyone, come take a look!"

Her shout gathered all the parents around.

"Look at this color! It’s so bright! Is this something decent families use?"

"We working people value frugality and simplicity! Lin Wan Yi does the opposite, with flashy reds and greens, what does she want?"

She flicked the paper with her fingers, producing a crisp "whala" sound.

"This is a sugar-coated bullet!"

"This uses capitalist indulgence to corrode our next generation!"

Such accusation was too overwhelming.

Su Qing was frightened pale.

She originally thought of drawing some for her son at home, but now her hands trembled.

The sisters nearby who initially admired the painting now changed expressions, instinctively pulling their kids behind them.

In this era, no one dared be associated with "capitalism."

"Sister Fan, this... it’s just a drawing for kids..."

Su Qing quietly defended.

"A drawing for kids?"

Fan Chunhua sneered, spitting droplets all over Su Qing’s face.

"You know it’s for kids! Kids are blank sheets! Seeing such bizarre, gaudy things from young, how can they turn out well when grown?"

"Look at this sheep, the head’s so strange, it’s a cripple eye! Isn’t that distorting the image?"

"Su Qing, your husband Old Chen is also a cadre, don’t you have any awareness?"

Su Qing was scolded into lowering her head, not daring to say a word.

Xiao Hu sat on the ground, watching his treasure in the hands of that vicious woman, and dared not cry, only sniffling.

Seeing the scene subdued, Fan Chunhua hummed proudly.

She raised the drawing, poised to tear it.

"Such toxic weeds should be..."

"Mine."

A tender yet chilling voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Fan Chunhua paused.

She turned her head.

Saw a little kid barely reaching her waist, standing there.

Gu An.

He was holding a piece of paper too.

On his small face, there wasn’t a hint of the fear children should have.

He looked up, staring fiercely at the Lazy Sheep in Fan Chunhua’s hand.

His mom painted that.

No one could tear it.

"Oh, isn’t this the little young master of the Gu Family?"

Fan Chunhua’s anger surged even more upon seeing Gu An.

Earlier her grandson cried for the painting, and this kid didn’t even let him have a glance.

"What? You want to be criticized too?"

Fan Chunhua bent down, her harsh face drawing close to Gu An’s.

"So young, not learning good things, just like your mom, full of capitalist bad habits!"

"Today I’ll educate you for your dad!"

With that, she reached out to poke Gu An’s forehead.

Gu An didn’t dodge.

He merely raised his hand.

Raised the drawing he had tightly held.

It landed directly on Fan Chunhua’s face.

"Slap."

A soft sound.

The paper stuck to Fan Chunhua’s big face.

It was a new drawing.

The drawing didn’t have any chubby sheep.

There was only a wolf covered in grey fur, wearing a broken hat, with a long scar across its face.

Grey Wolf.

And it was a Grey Wolf baring its teeth with a fierce expression.

Fan Chunhua snatched the drawing off her face.

She looked at it.

She was fuming.

The thing on the drawing was so hideous, it didn’t look like anything pleasant.

"Why are you showing me this!"

Fan Chunhua roared.

Gu An looked at her.

Those big, black, grape-like eyes were full of seriousness.

He stretched out his chubby finger.

First, he pointed at the Grey Wolf in the drawing.

Then he pointed at Fan Chunhua’s face.

His small mouth opened, spitting out a single word.

"Similar."

The whole place was silent for a second.

Then.

"Pfft"

Someone couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Soon, laughter erupted from the crowd one after another.

The crowd looked at the sharp-tongued wolf in the drawing, then at the blustering Fan Chunhua with a face full of hostility.

Truly.

That demeanor, those eyes, even that wide-open mouth.

It was just like a replica, carved from the same mold!

Even Su Qing couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

Fan Chunhua was stunned for a moment, then she realized.

Her face instantly turned beet red.

Being humiliated in public by a three or four-year-old kid!

It was worse than being killed!

"You little brat!"

Fan Chunhua went completely mad.

She crumpled the two drawings in her hands into a ball and slammed them to the ground.

Then she raised her hand and slapped it towards Gu An’s face.

"I’ll beat this ill-mannered thing to death on behalf of your dad today!"

The slap came with the sound of wind.

The surrounding parents screamed in fright.

"Don’t hit the child!"

Gu An stood still, not moving at all.

Just as the slap was a few inches from his face.

A hand reached over from the side.

Steadily, it grabbed Fan Chunhua’s wrist.

"Slap."

The wrist was stopped in mid-air.

Fan Chunhua only felt as if it was clamped by iron pliers, bones about to shatter.

She yelped in pain and turned her head.

Met a pair of cold eyes like a cold pond.

Lin Wan Yi.

She didn’t know when Lin had come out.

Holding a thick pile of drawing paper in her arms.

She looked at Fan Chunhua, the force in her hand gradually increasing.

"Sister in law Fan."

Lin Wan Yi’s voice was soft, yet carried a chilling air that caused heart palpitations.

"You said yourself, a child is a blank sheet of paper."

She forcefully flicked her hand.

Fan Chunhua stumbled back several steps, almost falling on her butt.

Lin Wan Yi bent down.

Picked up the two crumpled balls of paper from the ground.

Gently brushed off the dust.

Straightened them out.

Handed them to Gu An.

Then, she turned around.

Faced the neighbors with varying expressions around her.

Faced those eyes, either filled with doubt or as if watching a show.

"Just now, you said this is the poisonous weed of capitalism?"

Lin Wan Yi displayed each drawing from the stack she held to everyone, one by one.

The first drawing.

Happy Sheep leading everyone in exercises, with the slogan "Strengthen the Body".

The second drawing.

Fierce Sheep helping Slow Sheep push a cart, themed "Respect the Old and Cherish the Young".

The third drawing.

All the sheep holding hands, forming a wall to block Grey Wolf’s attack.

The images were vivid, lively, and full of strength.

"This is unity and mutual assistance."

Lin Wan Yi held the drawing high, her voice clear and resonant.

"This is punishing evil and promoting good."

"This is teaching the kids to be brave when facing bad guys, to unite in the face of difficulties."

She stepped forward, confronting Fan Chunhua, who was still nursing her wrist.

She placed the drawing of "Uniting Against the Wolf" directly in front of Fan Chunhua. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Sister in law Fan."

"You tell me."

"Teaching kids to defeat the bad guys, to protect their home."

"What’s improper about that?"