The little girl was about to rush to paint, but Yang Yan had no choice but to give up the C position, and handed the watercolor pen in her hand to her, and advised: "Draw on this paper, can't you draw on someone's table!"

In fact, don't worry too much, this is a watercolor brush, except for the painting on her own clothes is a little difficult to wash, painted on the smooth coffee table, there may be few traces, with a paper towel can be wiped off.

"Hee-hmm......" Luoluo didn't care about listening to what her father was nagging, her little hand held the paintbrush, and she happily stood where her father had just been, her eyes staring at the two lines drawn by her father, and her eyes were eager to try.

However, this coffee table is a little short, the little girl who has grown a lot taller is standing next to it, and the height of the coffee table is only more than her little buttocks, that is to say, Luoluo is standing, drawing on the coffee table is a little awkward, she can only bend over, one little hand is propped on the coffee table, and the other little hand is holding a watercolor brush, scratching up on the paper that Dad just had.

Dai Guoxun and Yang Lin next to him both looked at the little girl with a loving smile, and Old Man Dai also observed very carefully, and after seeing Luoluo's awkward appearance, he got up and walked over.

"Sit on this little bench and sit on it and paint. Old Man Dai brought a small bench from next to the coffee table and stuffed it into the coffee table.

Luo Luo didn't have time to look at the lines he had drawn, so he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Grandpa Dai's gray-black head mixed with white hair in a bit of confusion.

"Luoluo, grandpa will bring you a chair, you have to say thank you to grandpa!" Yang Yan helped take it, pulled Luoluo's little body, and asked her to sit down.

This time, Dad's words made Luoluo understand, and she looked at Grandpa Dai fixedly, as if she understood Grandpa Dai's kindness.

When Grandpa Dai shook his hand and smiled and was about to say "no", the little girl's childish voice came after half a beat: "Borrow!"

Although the pronunciation is a bit non-standard, this soft voice made the old man Dai Guoxun smile and smiled, and his heart was full of joy: "Okay, good, no thanks, Luoluo you paint, grandpa take a look." ”

He sat down on the other side of the fall and looked at it with a smile.

But what wonderful picture can a girl under two years old make? And it's not night!

After Luoluo retracted his gaze, he "played" on that A4 paper!

That's right, it's playing! Yang Yan didn't think Luoluo was drawing, because the little girl just kept drawing on the paper and drew cyan lines.

Of course, the little girl was still very excited, and she held the brush in her little hand and didn't let go, and when she drew it back, some arcs were drawn by her casually.

With so many colors of watercolor brushes, is there only one that interests Luoluo?

Yang Yan felt that it was necessary for him to give an example to the little guy.

"Come, Luoluo, Dad will draw a picture for you, okay?" In order not to cause Luoluo's protest, Yang Yan also picked up another watercolor brush, but this time it was orange.

What to draw?

Seeing that not only did Luoluo look at it curiously, but Old Man Dai also turned his gaze, and Yang Yan suddenly felt a little Alexander.

After thinking about it carefully, his eyes fell on the paintbrush in his hand, and Yang Yan had an idea.

I saw him pull over a new piece of A4 paper, and said to Luoluo with a smile: "Luoluo, what Dad wants to draw is the appearance of meow millet picking flowers!"

Meow millet?

When the little girl heard her father's words, her big eyes blinked in confusion.

What does it have to do with meow millet?

Yang Yan said that painting is painting, he took the orange paintbrush and spent a large circle on the paper. The color of this brush is a little light, and it looks like the hair of Meow Millet has faded, but it doesn't matter, anyway, with Yang Yan's painting skills, it is impossible to paint like it.

"Let's draw the ears!" he said, putting two ears on his head, and then a beard on both sides.

"Cat, cat!" Luo Luo recognized this time, she had seen this kind of painting in the album, and her little hand pointed to it, and shouted happily to her father.

The little girl's soft and glutinous cry is very comfortable to listen to.

Yang Yan seemed to be encouraged, and said with a bright smile: "That's right, it's a cat, and besides, we're not ordinary cats, this is an orange, meow cat like millet!"

I saw Yang Yan brush a few strokes, and drew the cat's eyes, nose, mouth, body, and tail.

However, don't look at him so vigorously, in fact, the cat on the A4 paper is a bit filed, with a large head, a snake-shaped body, and a twisted tail, which is not natural at all......

But Luoluo looks so strong!

She thought that her father was drawing cats, and the little girl's eyes gradually shifted to the paintbrush in her father's hand.

It must be that Dad's paintbrush has magic, otherwise, how can Dad hold it and draw cats?

You can't draw with a paintbrush!

Just when Yang Yan put down the orange paintbrush in her hand and was about to pick up the red paintbrush and paint the rest of the flowers, Luoluo finally saw the opportunity, and she called out "babbling".

"Baba, well, baba......" the little girl's little hand stretched out, and she hummed anxiously with her father.

"Do you want this pen?" Yang Yan asked with some surprise when he saw the orange watercolor pen he was resting next to him.

Luoluo looked at his father, then nodded his little head, and said in a milky voice: "I want it!"

Yang Yan had no choice but to hand the orange watercolor pen to Luoluo, and the little girl grabbed the cyan brush in her right hand, so she could only grab it with her left hand - she seemed to have forgotten that she could change her hand and take the pen with her right hand.

However, after taking the magic "magic pen", the little girl laughed contentedly, turned her head back to her paper and scratched it, where could she care to see the rest of her father's drawing.

Maybe she didn't know that Dad was going to draw a small flower on the cat's hand, right?

But after the orange watercolor pen was caught in her left hand, it was as if she had lost the magic of being able to draw cats automatically, and the little girl grabbed the brush with her left hand, and she could only draw more crooked and twisted lines on the paper!

"Huh?" her delicate little eyebrows furrowed, and she tilted her little head to look at the paintbrush with a bit of difficulty.

How can you not draw a cat?

Oops, it's a bit nerve-wracking!

Yang Yan didn't know what his daughter's innocent little head was thinking, but he knew that Luoluo had a good perception of color, and when he used to play with crayons, he could use many kinds of crayons to scribble together.

So, he took the initiative to open other pens and smiled with Luoluo: "Are you looking for other colors?" You see, there are so many kinds here, come, Luoluo try this red watercolor pen." ”

The little girl looked at her father a little confused, her mind still drowning in the disappointment that the brush's magic had failed.

It was the old man Dai Guoxun next to him who reached out and took the black watercolor pen.

He just saw Yang Yan's cat painting of a tiger that was not like a tiger and a snake was not like a snake, and it could make the little girl happy, and he couldn't hold it back in his heart.

"Come on, Luoluo, grandpa will also draw a picture for you, see if your father is good-looking, or grandpa is good-looking!"