It may be that the circle drawn at the beginning was too big, and after Luoluo drew the head of the little Hachiko very abstractly, she found that there was not much space left for her on the white paper, so the little girl still tilted her little head there, and thought about it for a while, and her little eyebrows, which were as weak as willow leaves, were wrinkled.

She's not smart enough to draw a puppy into a Q version without a teacher, but there's no room for it, and this painting still has to go on!

The father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother next to me are looking at themselves!

After trying to show it in front of Dad and them for a while, he put pen to paper again and drew on the pitifully small place in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

However, the handwriting of the small brush just now is already very shallow, and now, after the pen is dropped, what is drawn is only a little trace of filament, and there is no ink at all!

"Hey, no!" Luoluo raised his little head and subconsciously muttered to his mother in front of him.

"Yes, grandpa will find something for you!" Xia Xiangyang got up from the sofa and walked quickly to the kitchen.

In fact, Luoluo just wants to share with you what she is currently experiencing, the little girl is not stupid, she knows that if she wants to draw black handwriting, she has to dip ink in the inkwell!

However, the little girl's sudden positive performance made the little girl a little confused, she turned her head to look at her grandfather's figure, and before she could blink back to her senses with big eyes, her grandfather strode out of the kitchen again!

"Come, Luoluo, use this to fill ink, it must be easy to use!" Xia Xiangyang took a glass ashtray and proudly showed it in front of his little granddaughter, and then, he picked up the inkwell and poured a thick layer of ink in the ashtray.

There is no inkstone at home, and Comrade Lao Xia directly contributed the ashtray he usually uses!

With an ashtray that acts as an inkstone, it's much more convenient to dip the ink into it!

"Hee-hee!" I saw that the little girl happily put the little brush into it and dipped it in ink, so smoothly that she grinned happily and smiled brightly.

Of course, Luoluo was still busy drawing, her attention was very concentrated, and she didn't bother to look back at her grandfather, so she continued to draw along the handwriting just now.

It's still very abstract, and Hachiko's body is drawn into a triangle by falling...... No, you can't say triangles, it's just crooked polygons like triangles!

This painting does not look like it, it does not look very beautiful, some lines are drawn in a darker color, some lines are thin, and the color is also very light, after all, it is drawn when there is no ink.

But who would appreciate the "brush drawing" of a two-and-a-half-year-old girl's graffiti?

When Luoluo felt that he had finished painting, turned his little head in satisfaction, and laughed happily with his parents, grandparents, and grandparents, the praise of the adults continued to come one after another.

"Luoluo is so good-looking! I can be a painter in the future! No, I'm a very powerful little painter now!"

Grandma's praise was a little exaggerated, but Luoluo sounded very useful, she looked at her grandmother with a smile, and while accepting her grandmother's praise, she was reserved again, and twisted her little ass a little embarrassed.

"Don't brag or praise, Luoluo is still a little talented in painting! Don't look at her painting in general, but she has grasped a few key features, which can make people roughly recognize that she is a dog!" Xia Yu learned sketching at the police academy, and her praise is more realistic, and it doesn't even sound like she is praising people.

Luoluo was a little confused when she listened to her mother's words, if it weren't for her mother's more positive tone, the little girl wouldn't have heard that her mother was praising herself!

Needless to say, Yang Yan never skimped on this praise, and he also gently lifted the falling painting, and while looking at it, he exclaimed in admiration.

This made Luoluo listen, and his little chest was very tall - with his father's approval, Luoluo was even more energetic to draw with a brush!

Of course, don't forget Comrade Lao Xia!

"Show my grandfather too! Yes, yes!" Xia Xiangyang took the fallen painting from Yang Yan's hand, and after looking at it for a while, he bowed his head slightly, habitually using the same set as a leader, and almost sank into the sofa, clapped his hands gently, and gave meaning and praise......

"But, Luoluo, maybe you don't usually pay attention, grandpa wants to teach you a common sense today, if you draw a dog, you have to draw its tail, the dog wags its tail, that is the most common action, just like when you draw a cat, you must spend its beard......" Xia Xiangyang squatted down beside Luoluo and taught enthusiastically.

He didn't just talk, he said, but also started the painting himself, spread out the painting, picked up the brush in his hand, dipped it in some ink, and directly added a black, curved tail to the "dog", and then showed it to the little girl!

Luoluo didn't understand what his grandfather was going to do at first!

She listened hard, and then waited until her grandfather added a tail to the little Hachiko in her painting before the little girl reacted.

The little girl's eyes showed an expression of disbelief, as if she had seen her work destroyed, and a thick mist suddenly accumulated in her big eyes like black crystal.

"Hmm...... Baba, Baba......" Finally, Luoluo, who was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, cried out.

The little girl pouted, crying while whining, pointing to her own painting, her little buttocks shook up and down, and she paused in place, like those children who didn't buy their favorite toys, but the falling cry showed more of a kind of heartache and a grievance!

Xia Xiangyang didn't know what he had done wrong, and stayed a little helpless, Yang Yan heard his daughter calling herself, so she hurriedly walked up, squatted beside Luoluo, and gently hugged the little girl who was crying all of a sudden.

Luoluo didn't cry for a few hours, she looked for her father, just wanted to confide in her closest father about her grievances! I saw that the little girl with pear blossom and rain pressed her little hand on her father's arm, she stopped crying, just sobbed, and complained to her father: "No, don't, don't mind, dog, dog doesn't have it!"

Yang Yan didn't pay attention to it just now, but now when he heard his daughter's cry, he immediately understood.

"She said that dogs don't have tails...... Yang Yan said to Xia Xiangyang with a smile.

However, before Yang Yan could finish speaking, Xia Xiangyang, who was reviewing himself, looked at Yang Yan in disbelief and barked unconvinced: "Dogs don't have tails?

Comrade Lao Xia didn't raise a dog when he was young, and which dog he raised didn't have a tail? Moreover, isn't it common sense that a dog wags its tail?

"Most dogs have tails, but our dog doesn't. Yang Yan had no choice but to explain to his father-in-law, "Our dog is a corgi, and he was sent to have his tail cut off when he was a child, so he has no tail." ”

There is no basis for his words, Xia Xiangyang still doesn't believe it.

"It's said that you draw snakes, don't believe you!" Xia Yu cooperated with Yang Yan, took out her mobile phone, opened the photo of the little eighth prince inside, and handed it to her father.

Luoluo is still in his father's arms, pouting his little mouth aggrievedly! The watery eyes and the watery little mouth make people look particularly pitiful.

My grandfather was so bad that he broke the falling painting!