Isn't this just a reincarnation?

Seeing the little girl sitting there with her little head down, enthusiastically taking the drink bottle and printing plum blossoms on the white paper, Yang Yan couldn't help but secretly sigh in her heart......

Yang Yan didn't tell the story completely just now, the old man He Guoxing was very free and easy, he stretched out his hand and called Yang Yan, who was only eight or nine years old at that time, and asked Yang Yan to draw a gourd in the same way, and hold the bottle for himself and stamp the "plum blossoms" on the white paper!

Now it seems that the old man is not deliberately pretending to be 13, but Yang Yan is also like a flower with a smile now, and he is very happy to grab the drink bottle and play!

"Ba Dad!" Luo Luo's crisp call made Yang Yan come back to his senses from his memories, and he saw that the little girl was stretching out her little hand and handing him a drink bottle.

However, Luoluo didn't have enough fun and wanted to return the bottle to Dad. When she saw her father coming over, she grinned happily, held the bottle in her two little hands, turned around, pointed to the drawing paper, and reported to her father softly: "Well, Dad...... Oh, no......"

What she means is that the bottle is "out of ink", no, I don't know when there are more plum blossoms on the paper, but the closer to the edge, the shallower the plum blossoms become......

"Come on, dad will paint it on you!" Yang Yan could still understand the meaning of his daughter's inaccurate pronunciation and staccato words, he smiled and picked up the watercolor pen.

Luoluo looked at her father with a blank eye, and looked at the way her father seriously colored her "bottle paintbrush", she couldn't help the joy in her heart, and waved her two little fists, making a happy laugh of "humm, hum".

Xia Yu sat on the bed and watched, and when she saw her daughter's cute appearance, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Is it so fun?

Luoluo didn't have time to pay attention to her mother, she even filtered out the information from her mother and looked at her father intently.

Yang Yan was concerned about his girlfriend, and when he handed the bottle back to Luoluo, he asked Xia Yu with a smile, "Do you want to try it too?"

Xia Yu raised his head, snorted, and said, "I don't want it, Luoluo likes to play this!"

After a number of plum blossom prints were covered, Yang Yan picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and then finished telling the story: "The ancients often associated poetry and painting together, because after many landscape paintings are completed, the painter will also leave a beautiful poem on it to describe the feelings he placed in this landscape when he painted this painting!

The white paper Yang Yan brought was still a little smaller, and there was not much room left, so he did not learn his father's cursive penmanship again, but used the soft and delicate tip of the brush to gently write the italic characters he was used to.

"Bu Operator Yongmei

Outside the broken bridge, lonely open ownerless ......"

While writing, Yang Yan shook his head and sang softly.

When Luoluo had never seen her father so young, she sat beside her father, her little head held high, her small mouth slightly open, and the look in her big eyes was surprise and admiration.

Dad is amazing!

Reading the key point, Yang Yan also accentuated his tone, and read it out in a frustrated voice: "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous." Scattered into mud and dust...... Only fragrant as before. ”

It's not difficult to memorize poems, it's rare to read them out with emotion and rhythm while writing, Yang Yan did it, he didn't pay attention to it himself, he was able to use it so much!

Yang Yan imitated the old man's performance, and coolly threw the brush on the tissue next to him, and then he recovered and smiled gently: "How is it? Can you understand the irony in this poem?"

Of course, this question was not asked by Luoluo, the little girl was still there, staring at her father blankly!

Xia Yu just studied at the police academy, not that she had never been to school before, she still memorized this poem read by Yang Yan, and when she saw Yang Yan testing her, she smiled proudly: "Hmph, do you think I'm stupid? How can I not hear it? Grandpa is also arrogant, scolding those people, saying that he doesn't want to be like them, but he is still jealous of so many villains!"

"That's right, that's it! At that time, after my grandfather finished writing this poem, he threw away the pen and took us away, you can't imagine how ugly those people's faces were, and when I looked back, they all turned red into pork liver!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

A very simple story, Yang Yan also brought his own performance, and it was already very late to talk about the back!

Unconsciously, Luoluo no longer had the mental strength she had when she had just climbed down, and the little girl sat sullenly on the side, without any desire to speak. I saw her blinking her eyes hard, as if she was overcoming the rolling sleepiness, but she didn't listen to her mother's arrogant words, and only this unique poem and painting work was left in front of her!

Not...... How does it sound familiar?

Luoluo's brain activity became slow, and although there was a question floating in her mind, she was so confused that she didn't think about it at all.

Yang Yan saw that his daughter was already dozing off, he wiped his hands with a tissue, gently hugged the little guy into his arms, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

The little girl comfortably squeezed her little head into her father's pajamas, leaving only half of her little face, with her little nose and small mouth exposed.

"Poof......" The little girl who began to fall asleep in a daze pouted slightly, and a bubble burst.

Looking at his daughter who was sleeping in a daze, Yang Yan's heart rolled with infinite softness, he got up and hugged Luoluo, and carried her back to the big bed to sleep.

If it is Dad to sleep, the little one will have a little bad habit when he sleeps, and her two little hands will always hold Daddy's shirt, as if she is afraid that Daddy will be gone!

Yang Yan had to coax for a while before slowly letting Luo Luo let go of her little hand and let her sleep in her small quilt with peace of mind.

"Yang Yan, what should you do with this painting?" When Yang Yan was still tucking the corners of the quilt for Luoluo on the bed, Xia Yu didn't know when he got out of bed, picked up the painting on which Yang Yan wrote a poem, and asked Yang Yan with a smile.

"What should I do, do you still want it?" Yang Yan asked with some confusion.

"I want it, I think your painting is very good, I think, I want to buy a frame and put it in!" Xia Yu said, looking at the painting with a sincere liking in her eyes.

"This painted...... The drawing paper is a mess of large blank paper, and the drawing is not very good, you still have to hang it up?" Yang Yan asked with a wry smile, "Why don't I buy rice paper another day and draw another one for you?"

"I don't want to repaint, I want this painting, it's painted by you and Luoluo! Moreover, I don't think it's as good as you say!" Xia Yu said.

Yang Yan didn't object anymore, he was still a little proud in his heart, so he discussed with Xia Yu the topic of how big a picture frame to buy.

In less than two days, Yang Yan's home was hung with a magical handmade painting, and after Xia Yu hung it, he still looked left and right, and was a little reluctant to take his eyes off.