(1)
Finally got the lamb she was thinking of, Xiao Ai stretched out her hand towards Yang Yitong before she had time to look at it for a while: "Here you are."
"Send me?" Yang Yitong didn't expect that, Yang Ren also stopped to see what medicine Xiao Ai was selling in the gourd.
Xiao Ai put the lamb into Yang Yitong's hand and said, "Yes, your surname is Yang, so I will give you the lamb."
Yang Yitong smiled shyly, took the lamb and said thank you to Xiao Ai.
Standing on the side, Yang Ren smiled and said to Xu Yao, "Your daughter gave Tongtong the lamb she finally got as a New Year's gift."
Xiao Ai ignored them and kept looking at Tong Tong who was looking at the lamb. Yang Ren deliberately squatted down to tease her: "Xiao Ai, my surname is Yang too, why didn't you send me?"
Xiao Ai thought for a while, but didn't know how to answer, suddenly thought of it, and said, "You are an adult, do you want a gift?" After speaking, she ran to play with Yang Yitong.
"Why can't your lord ask for a gift?" Yang Ren quit and said to Xu Yao, "I want a gift too, your daughter won't give me a gift, you can give it to me."
"Okay." Xu Yao said fondly, he didn't ask what it was, as long as Yang Ren wanted it, he would give it.
(2)
Holding the little porcelain sheep, everyone walked around the park again. They didn't dare to go to places with many people. They just looked at some small stalls that were not crowded. It didn't take long for Yang Ren to know what he wanted. What was the gift? He brought Xu Yao to an old man with glasses. The old man was a street painter. He asked the old man if he could draw four people on a piece of paper.
The old man shook his head and said with a flat mouth, "No, the paper is too small, and it will be too small for people to draw."
"Can you draw a big piece of paper?" Yang Ren was a little anxious.
"Would it be better for the two of you to have a piece of paper? Are you two families taking the children out to play? Draw the children and their respective fathers together." The old man suggested.
"No, no, I want to paint with my two fathers, and Tongtong." Xiao Ai said.
As soon as Xiao Ai's "two fathers" came out, Yang Ren was embarrassed and explained, "We are a family, we are all relatives."
"Oh, I understand, I understand, let's draw together, I'll try." The old man glanced at them, carefully took out a large piece of paper the same size as the drawing board from behind the drawing board, and said, "Then you should have some Be patient, I'll draw the child's part first, the adults will have to sit for a while longer."
If you can draw four people on a piece of paper, what will happen if you sit for a while, Yang Ren told Xu Yao about the situation, Xu Yao nodded, and sat side by side with Yang Ren. The old painter designed it, and let the two separate them. The child sits on his lap.
(3)
In the process of painting, Xiao Ai was the first to be unable to hold on to it. She was always moving around, and even Xu Yao with her could not sit firmly. The reason for attracting strange eyes from others and causing embarrassment to Yang Ren, so he endured and didn't say anything.
Fortunately, the old man had already seen that this little girl couldn't sit still, so he painted her first, and then painted Yang Yitong.
"You two are playing around here, you mustn't run away, you know?" Yang Ren sternly instructed the child.
The two children said goodbye in a row.
So Yang Ren and Xu Yao were left sitting upright, with no children on their laps. When they sat together like this, the atmosphere was indeed a bit weird. Occasionally, people passing by would look here more or less. Eyes, Yang Ren endured and pretended not to see, Xu Yao has been sitting quietly, not disturbed by the environment.
"What's your relationship?" The old man lowered his head and drew while chatting with them.
"What do you think?" Yang Ren smiled.
The old man looked at it, stopped the paintbrush, raised his eyes and said, "I look like brothers. They all look so good-looking, and the children are also beautiful. How good are the genes of this family!"
Hearing this, Yang Ren almost smiled and bent over.
The old man said: "Hey, this smile is beautiful, keep it, keep it."
(4)
It took about 40 minutes for the old painter to finally complete this sketch. The four people on the painting are happy, the two children are ghostly, Xu Yao keeps smiling, and Yang Ren is smiling happily.
A portrait should be 50 yuan. Although the old man was asked to draw the four of them together, Yang Ren still gave the old man 200 yuan. He saw that the old man still sold picture frames, so he chose a suitable painting. The frame frames the painting.
The old man felt that it was inappropriate to receive the money for four people. After all, there were two children here, so he said that otherwise he would give him the picture frame for nothing. Yang Ren did not accept it. Said, "I'm already very grateful for the opportunity you gave us to sit together."
The picture frame is large, Yang Ren needs to straighten his arms and raise them, Xu Yao stretches out a hand and puts a hand on Xu Yao's shoulder to walk. At first, Yang Yitong said that he could walk with Uncle Xu, but Yang Ren asked him to pull it. Just love it.
When the four returned home, the whole family was attracted by this portrait.
"Wow, so handsome, brother, how did you draw so handsome?"
"Yang Ren, what happened to you, why did you laugh like this?"
The family members commented, and they all thought the painting was good-looking, so Yang Ren's father asked, "Yo, this one is suitable for hanging in whose house?"
"Yeah, who do you listen to?" Yang Ren's stepmother asked.
Yang Ren held the portrait in his hand and never put it down. He glanced at Xu Yao with a smile, and then said to everyone, "Of course, listen to me. This is a New Year's gift from Xu Yao."
(Finish)
The author has something to say:
This article is the most enjoyable one I have written, and it is updated almost every time, and there are few bottlenecks. I also gradually got used to thinking about the stalks of Xu and Yang every day, as if they were my neighbors. I would also bring the things that happen around me every day to them. I feel that the trivial life is always endless. Some reluctance. Thanks to everyone who has written comments for me, you have no idea how much motivation a comment can bring to the author. See you next time if you are lucky!