"Dad, drink tea. Fang Yuan handed the cup in his hand to Father Fang and sat down beside him.

Father Fang stretched out his hand to take it and looked at him a little strangely.

This is so big, and it is the first time that he took the initiative to pour tea.

"What's wrong today, can you tell me?" Fang Yuan sat down and said.

Father Fang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said a little angrily: "What can I do, you do your business, don't have it all in the sky." ”

Fang Yuan looked at Father Fang's uncomfortable appearance, his mouth holding strongly.

smiled and said, "Mom told me everything about your past just now, what do you think?"

When Father Fang heard this, his emotions were a little excited, and he whispered, "This mother-in-law with a broken mouth." ”

Then open the cup and prepare to take a sip of water to hide your emotions.

"Phew, why is it so hot, do you want to burn me?" Father Fang was absent-minded, and his mouth was burned all of a sudden, and then he began to get angry.

Fang Yuan didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.

"Don't worry about the adults. Seeing Fang Yuan's insistence, Father Fang finally sighed.

"Dad, don't always use this sentence to deal with me, Xinxin is so old, I'm not a child anymore. Fang Yuan said with some distress.

Every time something involves them, I always like to use this sentence to deal with myself, and I have been like this since I was a child.

When Father Fang heard this, he was obviously stunned, because in their minds, no matter how awesome and powerful Fang Yuan was, they still subconsciously felt that he was a child.

But as soon as he said it, he reacted that his son had grown up.

"Since your mother told you, what else do I have to say?" Father Fang lowered his head and blew on the floating tea leaves on the water cup.

"Then have you ever thought about going back and taking a look?" Fang Yuan hurriedly asked when he saw that Father Fang had finally spoken.

Father Fang didn't answer directly, but said, "I didn't want to when I was young, but at my current age, when can I not see it?"

But I'm afraid that if I really go back, the person will not be there. In that case, why go back, it's better to keep a memory. ”

This was the first time Father Fang confided in Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan understood Fang's father's thoughts in his heart, and said that he was cowardly in his hometown, although Fang's father was not in his hometown, he was already timid, and they were all the same psychology.

"Dad, if I say, let's go back and have a look, even if grandma is gone, Uncle and they must still be there, you can be regarded as understanding the knot. ”

Fang Yuan knew that Father Fang said this, but from his behavior, he could see that he actually wanted to go back, and his psychology was also very complicated.

He hated his grandmother for giving him up.

He was afraid that his grandmother had died.

He didn't actually let go.

He looked forward to going back to see his mother,

But he was timid, afraid that he would not want to hear the news.

So these complex emotions made him in a dilemma, and after so many years, it has become an unbreakable knot in his heart.

And what he lacks is someone who supports him and gives him the advice he wants, and Fang Yuan is just the most suitable person, even for example, his mother.

After all, his surname is Fang, and his recognition of his ancestors and return to his ancestors is the origin of Chinese, which comes from the seriousness and reverence of bloodline inheritance.

"Since you want to see your grandparents so much, let's find a time to go back, shall we?" said Father Fang, raising his head again and looking at the starry night sky.

Fang Yuan: "......." ”

You don't seem to be saying anything, huh?

But this is the character that Fang's father should have, everything must be held to the end.

*

"Daddy, where is the baby's dear father?" Fang Yuan sat in the courtyard and heard the little guy shouting in a sweet and greasy voice in the house.

Father Fang, who was originally in a bad mood, couldn't help but smile happily when he heard the little guy's voice.

"I'll do this again. Fang Yuan replied, stood up and walked into the room.

"Aren't you painting, what are you calling me for?" Fang Yuan watched as the little guy was holding a sketch and jumping up and down the house, picking up popcorn and oranges.

Seeing Dad come in, he let go of the dog and the fat orange, and the two little things immediately hid away from this little devil.

"Dad, don't you look at the baby's drawing?" said the little guy who ran over and showed off the drawing paper in her hand.

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to take it, only to see a little girl drawn on the drawing paper, dressed as a princess, holding a magic wand, wearing two ponytails, and two four-legged animals squatting under her feet, as if listening to the little girl.

Behind her was a large triangular tree, a clump of irregular white clouds in the sky, and a few crooked birds.

Overall, the whole painting is outlined with curvy lines, flat and weird, but full of childlike play.

In particular, the little girl's princess dress has put a lot of effort into it, which is particularly gorgeous and exquisite, with lace edges, small ribbons, etc.

"It's really good, and when you grow up, you'll be a great painter like Picasso. Fang Yuan praised in his mouth.

Appropriate praise will increase your child's self-confidence.

"Baby, isn't it?" she didn't know who Picasso was, but she was certainly powerful.

Dad's praise can make the little guy very happy, and he will be proud of his waist.

Looking at the little guy's posture like a small teapot, he looked triumphant, so he said, "Although the painting is very good, but there is no color, it is not very beautiful, I think you can go and paint your painting." ”

The little one has a set of 36-color watercolor pens and a set of 24-color crayons, and the drawing tools are very complete.

The little guy was moved when he heard this, especially the baby's princess dress, painting it with color, it will definitely be more beautiful.

But coloring is so troublesome, the little guy rolled his eyes, took Fang Yuan's hand and asked, "Dad, do you know how to draw?"

"Well, Dad didn't learn to draw, and he doesn't look as good as your mom and grandmother. ”

Thinking about it this way, from childhood to adulthood, Fang Yuan didn't seem to have any talent that could be used except for programming, and he felt quite wasted.

"Then the baby will teach you. The little guy pulled Fang Yuan to the long case next to him.

This long case was originally supposed to be used by the old professor to write calligraphy, but since Fang Yuan moved in, it has become a toy table for the little guy.

She usually puts the toys she often plays with on it, so that she can take them at any time, and only when she needs to use them, she will put them away.

Mother Blue and Blue Caiyi sat at the table and drew without interfering with each other.

Mother Lan painted a picture of brocade scales playing lotus, while Lan Caiyi painted a picture of a lady.

Because the two of them don't have professional tools, they use the little guy's watercolor pen, although they don't fit, but they have a good foundation, and that kind of charm is expressed.

"Baby now teaches you how to color. The little guy pulled Fang Yuan and asked him to sit down, then put the drawing paper in front of him and said confidently.

Fang Yuan: "......." ”

"Since you taught me, you have to show me the picture first, otherwise how can I learn it?" Fang Yuan turned his mind and said.

The little guy thought about it, and Dad was right.

"Okay, the baby will show you first, you have to learn carefully. ”

The little guy also climbed on the stool and sat down, then dragged the drawing paper in front of Fang Yuan, and carefully painted it, and at the same time taught him, "Don't just sit there and watch, take a piece of paper and color it with me." ”

"When coloring, the pen should be tilted, the lines drawn should not be too large, and the ...... should be evenly applied. ”

The little guy dared to say something that sounded very professional, which surprised Fang Yuan, had the little guy ever taken a painting class before?

Fang Yuan glanced at the blank drawing paper in front of him and the watercolor pen in his hand, and was about to listen to the little guy's urging to color with her, when he looked up, he happened to see Lan Caiyi sitting opposite with a look of concentration on painting.

Lan Caiyi's rocker is straight, his forehead hangs slightly, his right hand is in the air, his left hand is holding his right wrist, and his expression is focused on one stroke at a time, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but be attracted to her, under his concentration, everything around him disappeared, only the blue color clothes appeared in front of his eyes like a painting.

"Dad. Suddenly, the little one's cry made him withdraw from this state.

When I lowered my head again, the long size of the blank paper in front of me immediately appeared, and the virtual lines divided it into countless small grids.

Fang Yuan's heart moved, and the watercolor pen in his hand clicked towards one of the small grids.