51 fifty one
fifty one:
Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi, "Did you forget something?" For example, I can't draw.
Of course Yan Qingchi didn't forget, "Just draw a stroke, just draw a stroke, it's very simple."
Only then did Jiang Mochen take it half-believingly, and drew a vertical line at the corner.
He returned the pen to Yan Qingchi, and Yan Qingchi handed the pen to Qiqi, "Draw a stroke on Qiqi, and then Dad will do a magic trick for you."
Qiqi took the pen, bit his lower lip and thought about it, and drew a vertical line not far from Jiang Mochen's vertical line, and returned the pen to him expectantly.
Yan Qingchi said, "Look at it."
Then he started to paint, he drew very quickly, some places added a lot of things, some places were only slightly touched, he used Jiang Mochen's vertical line as the basis, and quickly drew a branch of a tree, extending Out of branches and flowers, and floating petals.
The short vertical line drawn next to the chess and chess was drawn by him as a small tree with just one or two branches.
Yan Qingchi painted very quickly, and it didn't take long before the painting was completed. The whole painting turned into a spring scene with cartoon colors. There are flowers and trees, as well as kittens and puppies and birds on the branches.
Qiqi let out a "wow" and was very pleasantly surprised, "It's so good to see."
Yan Qingchi signed his name in the corner, then handed the pen to Qiqi, "Sign your name, little painter."
Qiqi heard him call himself a little painter, a little shy, took the pen, seriously, and wrote the word Qiqi stroke by stroke.
Then he handed the pen to Jiang Mochen.
"I want to sign too?" He looked at Yan Qingchi.
"Sign it, after all, you also painted."
"Well, sign." Qiqi handed the pen to him again.
Jiang Mochen had no choice but to take it, and wrote his own name under Qiqi's name. He was used to signing and signing, and picking up a pen was the track of habit. I just wronged Xiao Qiqi, stared at his name for a long time, and then asked him suspiciously, "Father, did you draw another stroke? But now I don't draw anymore, I need to write my name."
Yan Qingchi lowered his head and snickered.
Jiang Mochen had no choice but to write his name neatly under his own signature, and he was satisfied with this game of chess. He pointed to the names of the three of them and read them word by word, "Yan Qingchi, Qiqi, Jiang Mochen."
"Ok."
Qiqi looked at the painting and was very happy, so he said cheerfully, "Then let's draw another one!"
Jiang Mochen was so annoyed by his son's words that he almost didn't come up, but it was Yan Qingchi who assured him, "You can draw whatever you want, all vertical lines are fine."
Jiang Mochen breathed a sigh of relief, as expected, children are debts! The young father Jiang Mochen was so emotional.
So, a new round of painting began, and Jiang Mochen followed the guidance of Teacher Yan, and all drew vertical lines. Qiqi said, "You can't do this."
Jiang Mochen didn't change his face and his heart beat, "Listen to your father."
Qiqi went to see Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi patted his head, "I'll do a magic trick for you later."
Only then did Chess feel relieved and drew carefully.
When Yan Qingchi was finished, he connected Jiang Mochen's vertical lines into one piece and drew a fence. Inside the fence was a small wooden house. In front of the house were a few chickens eating rice, and a dog was lying on a In the arms of the little girl.
Qiqi said "wow" again, "Dad is so amazing."
"Chess and chess are also very good, the three of us are very good."
Qiqi nodded. He put away the two paintings and planned to take them back. Jiang Mochen took two photos before he put them away and looked at them carefully.
Strictly speaking, this painting actually has nothing to do with him or chess. It is all due to Yan Qingchi's last strokes, he is the leader of the whole painting. But this does not prevent Jiang Mochen, who has been drawing handicapped since he was a child, a little secretly happy, after all, his name is still on the two paintings.
Qiqi looked at his watch and was about to go to bed at nine o'clock, Yan Qingchi led him into the bathroom.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Mochen posted the second painting to his WeChat group with Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, and Liao Sibo.
Jiang Mochen: [picture]
Jiang Mochen: How is it? I drew it!
Yu Xihe: ...
Ren Xu: [panic] [panic] [panic]
Liao Sibo: Am I blind
Ren Xu: Jiang Mochen, if you are kidnapped, just blink.
Yu Xihe: As for the password, I'm afraid it's a fake. Do you dare to agree to my name Liuwa
Jiang Mochen: ...
Ren Xu: I looked at it carefully. Did you just draw your own name on this painting
Yu Xihe: Or the rice the chickens eat
Liao Sibo: Or corns
Jiang Mochen was angry: Did you do it on purpose? I painted at least one-third of this painting, okay
Yu Xihe: Alright, the seal is a fake one. The one I know can bleed, but I can't hold a paintbrush.
Ren Xu: Yes, whoever asks him to paint, he blacklists.
Liao Sibo: I looked at the three names carefully. I remember that your son is only five years old. If he can have such a brushstroke, then he is probably more popular than you. So, is it drawn by your family
Jiang Mochen tried to reason with them, "We work together to paint, and everyone contributes."
Ren Xu: So where is your strength
Jiang Mochen: ...
Yu Xihe: One third is not the rice that chickens eat. Let me make a bold guess. Could it be the fence you drew
Ren Xu: He can't draw it, he probably can only draw the rows of vertical lines, hahahaha
Liao Sibo: Hahahahahaha, vertical lines, hahahaha
Jiang Mochen: ...
The system shows that Jiang Mochen has withdrawn from the group chat.
Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, Liao Sibo: Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Yu Xihe quickly pulled Jiang Mochen into the group again, and remedied: "Actually, this row of vertical lines is well drawn, especially straight!"
Jiang Mochen: Heh
Ren Xu: Really, the line spacing is also very even.
Liao Sibo: And it really is one-third.
Jiang Mochen: It's too late, plastic friendship, break up friendship online!
Yu Xihe: Mainly...
Liao Sibo: This is really a bit...
Ren Xu: Don't listen to them, Mo Chen, if you think this way, even knowing that you can only draw a row of vertical lines, you are willing to play with you like this, to satisfy your joy of drawing, Yan Qingchi must really love you !
Yu Xihe immediately agreed: true love is true, truer than diamonds.
Liao Sibo was a little awkward, he had such an unpleasant past with Yan Qingchi before, even though he shook hands and made peace now, he also accepted Yan Qingchi, but he still couldn't say it when he was asked to praise Yan Qingchi. But after all, he grew up with Jiang Mochen, knowing that Jiang Mochen's painting skills were simply a negative, and also felt that it was really not easy for Yan Qingchi to be able to accompany Jiang Mochen in painting. So, he sent a message: It's not easy.
Jiang Mochen was almost pissed off by the three of them, "It's not with me, it's the two of us playing chess with me."
Ren Xu sent a disdainful expression: "Pull it down, don't insult people's chess, do you have a chess drawing?"
Yu Xihe: Do you have a chess drawing
Liao Sibo: Do you have a picture of chess and chess
Jiang Mochen slammed his phone angrily! It's not good to be young, since you are young, your strengths and weaknesses are clear, it's not bad at all!
Qiqi took a bath and slept on the same bed with Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi. He slept in the middle, with Yan Qingchi on the left and Jiang Mochen on the right. Qiqi took their hands and said, "I'm going to sleep."
Yan Qingchi kissed his forehead, "Good night, baby."
Seeing this, Jiang Mochen thought of what Yan Qingchi said before that Qiqi liked being kissed by others, so he leaned over and kissed Qiqi on the face, "Good night."
Seeing that he kissed the right cheek, Yan Qingchi naturally kissed Qiqi's left cheek.
Qiqi was kissed on both cheeks by the two of them, his shy face turned red, he covered his cheeks with his hand, closed his eyes, "Qiqi fell asleep." After a while, he said, "Dad and father also Good night."
Yan Qingchi thought he was cute and wanted to poke him, but was afraid of affecting his sleep, so he didn't move, just looked at him with a smile.
Qiqi soon fell asleep, put his hands down, rolled around, and rolled into Yan Qingchi's arms.
"Are you going to sleep with me tonight?" Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen. @无限好文, all in
Jiang Mochen nodded, "I will play chess with you."
Yan Qingchi had no objection, but said, "It might be a bit crowded."
"It's okay." Jiang Mochen smiled.
Yan Qingchi didn't bother with this issue anymore.
He remembered what Xiao He said before and sent him a few links, thinking that he was free now, so he picked up his phone, clicked into WeChat, and followed the link.
The first two links posted by Xiao He are normal forum discussion posts, but the number of pages in this post is a bit too much.
Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen say that he wanted to create a wave of popularity for himself, but only saw hundreds of comments and dozens of reposts on Weibo. It's not directly proportional, I didn't expect that the heat is here.
Qiqi sleeps very deeply, as long as it is not too loud, it will not wake him up. So Yan Qingchi said confidently, "Jiang Mochen," he turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "I'll ask you a question."
"What?" Jiang Mochen sent Wu Yuan a wait, then put down his phone and looked at him.
"Why did the photo of the two of us watch a movie today have very few reposts and comments on Weibo, and no trending searches, but the discussion on the forum seems to be quite high."
"Because this belongs to my private life, forwarding comments to make data is usually related to work promotion, so that others can see your popularity and commercial value, so as to convert them into film and television or advertising resources. But privately This kind of fan default is not to make big troubles, afraid of affecting the life of their idol, and also afraid of giving too much heat to the person who released the photo, so that she will taste the sweetness, which will interfere with my life, or directly spread rumors and slander."
"Ah?" Yan Qingchi didn't understand.
"Think about it this way. Today he posted our photo. Everyone knows that he met me. If there are so many reposts and comments at this time, it will attract passers-by. Then he will post a second post, saying that he is very disappointed. I didn't expect me to be like this People like this have no social morals. Do you think everyone will believe it?"
Yan Qingchi almost didn't have to think, "Yes. Because he posted our photo before, others know that he has indeed met us."
"Yes. Therefore, fans generally don't give this kind of private Weibo too much popularity, because they are afraid that if they make him popular, he will bite back. As for hot searches, things like hot searches are actually not often on it."
"why?"
@无限好文, all in
"You think, the hot search is such a big position. If you buy the hot search, you will definitely buy it in advance, and try to let more people see it. This has caused that if a person is in the hot search on the first day, you will feel very uncomfortable. Novelty, it is also a hot search the next day, you will wonder what happened to him today? But if he is always a hot search, you will get bored and feel how it is you, why it is always you! Invisibly, you will Annoy people."
"But I see that there are many celebrities who are always on the trending searches?"
"Because celebrities live in exposure, and you will be remembered when you are active in everyone's field of vision. Therefore, even if some companies know that this will arouse the resentment of passers-by, they will still let their artists stay in the public eye." On hot searches, after all, black and red are also red, and red is the most important." He looked at Yan Qingchi, "Understood?"
Yan Qingchi nodded, "Understood."
He looked down at the post on his phone, "So we can discuss it in the forum? Don't worry?" @无限好文，全在
"Most of the people on the forum who can post to you are fans. This kind of private post of a certain celebrity will come in as fans. Naturally, it can be discussed. However, because of the public nature of the forum, in general, they don't I won’t say it too exaggeratedly, but I will restrain myself.”
Yan Qingchi understood, and started to read the post. After watching it, he became calm.