In the quiet room, there were three people sitting around a small round table, and Qiqi sat in the middle, drawing with colored pencils.
Jiang Mochen watched his movements, and there was only one thought in his mind - if the time was turned back to 20 minutes ago, he would definitely refuse when Yan Qingchi said, "Do you want to paint together?" Tell Qiqi that you still have something to do, and you can promise Qiqi to accompany him to draw next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, sitting at a table with Qiqi, ready to draw.
Jiang Mochen looked at the colored pencils in front of him and felt a burst of regret in his heart. He raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi, and gave him a hard look. He deeply felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi enter the hall today. This is fine!
The time was cut back to twenty minutes ago, Jiang Mochen had just entered the room, and Qiqi started to draw. He painted very seriously, and even after painting, he used a watercolor pen to color the puppy. After everything was done, he sat up straight and looked at Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi.
He is young, so the paintings he draws are unavoidably immature, which are standard children's drawing methods, but Yan Qingchi, after seeing his paintings, added a puppy next to his puppy according to his painting method. dog.
Qiqi bent his eyes to watch him draw, and when he finished drawing, he naturally moved the painting to Jiang Mochen, waiting for him to draw one too.
Thus, the above-mentioned Jiang Mochen's depressed and regretful psychology appeared.
Looking at the painting that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Mochen only hated himself for stepping into the house, and hated him forever. He thought it was just Yan Qingchi teaching chess and drawing, and then he wanted to see if they could accompany them along the way, but what's going on now, why does he need to draw too!
He thought for a while, then looked at the culprit again, "Aren't you going to teach him how to draw? That's how you teach him?"
Cui Kui Yan propped up one hand, and said calmly, "Isn't painting just for fun, let's play first, and I will teach him when he is happy playing chess and chess."
"You can teach him now." Jiang Mochen deliberately added an accent to the word "now".
Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids, looked at him slightly, and remembered that he had been staring at him bitterly when he lowered his head just now, and now he had a guess, he retracted the arm he was supporting, and said slowly: "Alright, But I am a guest after all, and you are Qiqi's father, so why don't we teach Qiqi together?"
Yan Qingchi said that before he could refuse, he took out a blank piece of paper from the table and handed it over with a smile, "You draw casually first, Qiqi and I will get to know your painting style, and then we will divide the work into teaching. "
Looking at the smile on his face, Jiang Mochen was stunned by his series of coquettish operations,... this was intentional! This is definitely intentional! This is fine!
Facing the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand, he didn't accept it for a while, or didn't accept it, so he could only say coldly: "You draw first."
Yan Qingchi was not shy either. He took a colored pencil and began to draw on the white paper. Seeing that he was drawing so fast, Chess leaned over to look at it. After a while, he saw what looked like an eye appearing on the paper. It looks like a crooked and laughing puppy.
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"
Qiqi nodded, he reached out to touch the puppy on the painting, and said softly: "Cute."
Jiang Mochen looked at it coldly, and saw that Yan Qingchi's painting style was somewhat similar to cartoons, but probably in order to cater to Qiqi's preferences, he deliberately drew more cartoons.
As he was watching, he saw Yan Qingchi raised his head and bumped into his eyes, and his eyes met. Jiang Mochen was sure that he saw the playfulness and complacency in Yan Qingchi's eyes. Jiang Mochen gritted his teeth silently, and heard Yan Qingchi laughing, "I drew it, Young Master Jiang, it's your turn to draw."
After hearing this, Qiqi turned to look at Jiang Mochen, with obvious expectations in his eyes.
Looking at the anticipation in his eyes, Jiang Mochen didn't know how to advance or retreat, should he say to Qiqi: Sorry, Qiqi, dad can't draw? Jiang Mochen felt that he couldn't say it, which was really terrible. Even after more than 20 years, he still lacked the courage to face this fact...
Yan Qingchi looked at him with a puzzled expression, and guessed that his conjecture was probably true. Unexpectedly, a male protagonist like Jiang Mochen was not good at painting, even painting. All of a sudden, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be alive, and he was no longer the thin text symbols when he read the text before.
He verified his own thoughts, and didn't want to embarrass Jiang Mochen, so he said, "Forget it, a rich man like Jiang Shao probably learned sketching when he was young, and his painting style is similar to that of me and chess. It's not the same, let me teach you."
Jiang Mochen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "That's really hard work for Teacher Yan."
Yan Qingchi smiled, "You're welcome."
Jiang Mochen: ... Heh.
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Qiqi raised his head and looked at Yan Qingchi when he heard Yan Qingchi say that he was the one to teach.
He took another piece of paper, pointed to the dog that Yan Qingchi had drawn alone before, looked at him, and didn't speak.
"Do you want me to teach you how to draw this?" Yan Qingchi asked inducingly.
Qiqi nodded, looked at him with bright eyes, but still didn't speak.
Yan Qingchi looked at the longing in his eyes, felt his silence, and felt a little distressed for a moment.
Although there are many people in this world who are silent by nature and do not like to talk, Qiqi should not be like this by nature. He has a childlike curiosity and love for many things, and is willing and willing to accept new things. Although he often does not speak, But he looked at you with a pair of talking eyes. Yan Qingchi contacted himself, the problem of Xindaoqiqi should still be psychological, he was probably reminded by others, or he was quiet and obedient in order to protect himself, and he didn't say much or do much.
This is not something that can be changed in a day or two, but he is not in a hurry. If their marriage goes well, he still has half his life to live with this child, which will always make him no longer afraid, just like ordinary children, talk Noisy.
Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper. He glanced at Qiqi. Qiqi understood his meaning very cleverly. He also picked up the pen and imitated the stroke. Then, seeing Qiqi, Yan Qingchi turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen naturally.
Seeing Qiqi turning his head to look at him, Jiang Mochen paused for a moment. He unconsciously looked at Yan Qingchi, and was a little surprised to see Yan Qingchi. Jiang Mochen glared at Yan Qingchi again with resentment, and thought to himself, he really shouldn't let Yan Qingchi watch chess today, this is a good game, not only let himself draw, but also let himself learn to draw!
Jiang Mochen can't wait to get up and leave this room immediately, or jump over the chess and chess, and beat Yan Qingchi's dog's head violently, let him show off again, let him do it again!
Yan Qingchi watched him stare at him, and silently defended himself: I am wronged, I didn't let you learn.
"It's not that you just asked me to draw." Jiang Mochen retorted silently.
Yan Qingchi felt that he was sincerely innocent: I obviously helped you out just now, okay? Otherwise, you will show Qiqi your painting skills right now.
Jiang Mochen looked at him with a sneer: Who is the culprit in this matter
Yan Qingchi's eyes widened at once, and in the next second, he looked at him with a mixture of sadness, innocence, grievance and even some heartbroken.
Jiang Mochen couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away, it was too hot, and this scene was too scary for him to look at.
Seeing him turn his head, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing, just as the corner of his lips curled up, he saw Qiqi looking at him. Yan Qingchi was about to ask him what's the matter, when he saw Qiqi turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen again, Jiang Mochen had no choice but to look down at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"