When I got out of the kitchen, the little guy who ate with a full stomach drank a large glass of juice, which was really satisfying.

Like the game character, full of blood and full of energy, he is not pestering Fang Yuan, let him paint stone paintings with her.

Before Fang Yuan could agree, Father Fang spoke first, "Xinxin let you play with her, that's your blessing." You don't want to think about it, when she is older, you want to play with her, she won't pay attention to you, so the opportunity is rare, you have to learn to cherish it. ”

Looking at Father Fang's reasoning, Fang Yuan said speechlessly: "When I was a child, you didn't treat me like this, you just let me get out of the way and play, don't bother you." ”

"That'...... Can that be the same? You see how well-behaved and cute Shin Shin is, you were like a leather monkey when you were a child, I'm a big man, what's the fun with you?" Father Fang forcibly argued.

"Cut. Fang Yuan glanced at him and said disdainfully.

"You stinky boy, you dare to cut your old man. Father Fang's eyes widened, and he was about to reach out and knock Fang Yuan's head.

"Ahem. Suddenly, there was a coughing sound nearby.

As soon as Father Fang turned around, he saw Mother Fang looking at him with a gloomy face.

Father Fang immediately retracted his hand and said with a sneer, "I'll just play around with him, Fang Yuan, right?"

Father Fang turned around and glared at him threateningly.

Let him obediently cooperate with himself.

"No, Mom, Dad, he wants to hit me, and he hits me on the head, what if I become stupid again?" Fang Yuancai was not afraid of him, and immediately complained.

But when I finished speaking, I always felt that something was wrong.

Fortunately, Fang's mother didn't notice it, but looked at Fang's father angrily and said: "How old is your son, you still beat him, just do it after saying a few words, you are such an adult, why don't you have any quality at all?"

"Yes, yes. Fang Yuan coaxed beside him.

"Besides, don't you look at how old you are, if you really move, can you beat him? Don't be beaten by him then, a handful of old bones, don't want to think about it?" Fang's mother continued.

Wait, Mom, are you sure you're talking for me?

Fang Yuan heard the words beside him, and always felt that this was so wrong?

"What's the matter, he still dares to fight back?" Father Fang's eyes widened when he heard this.

Then the husband and wife turned their heads to look at Fang Yuan together.

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At this moment, I heard the little guy shouting: "Dad, come quickly, I'm ready, I'm waiting for you!"

"Oh, I'm coming. Fang Yuan didn't want to deal with them, so he turned around and ran.

Then I heard my father behind me: "He avoided answering, did he want to fight back?"

"I think so, so I said you old guy, where did you get so angry, don't be strong all day long, your body is not unaware, your heart is not good, and you have high blood pressure ....... ”

Fang Yuan, who hadn't gone far yet, listened to Fang's mother's nagging again, but it was all some words of concern, and his heart was cold.

Did you really pick it up?

"Dad, grandma is also here to draw together, you should hurry up. The little guy sat behind the long desk and urged.

Mother Lan also sat side by side with her, and Fang Yuan cleaned up his mood and walked over.

It's better to be a daughter.

"What are you going to draw?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

Look at the little guy's tools are quite complete, brushes of various sizes, and then the paint on the paint plate is also neat, and it looks decent.

Of course, she couldn't have done it herself, it was all helped by Mother Lan.

She also wears a small apron to prevent paint from getting on her body, which looks particularly cute.

"I'm going to draw owls. ”

The little one picks up an oval rain flower stone and smears it black with black paint.

Then he painted a round eye with white paint.

Such a grotesque owl is done.

Not to mention, it's cute.

"Daddy is coming, too. Fang Yuan was also interested and sat down next to her.

Then he also chose an oval rain flower stone, and he also wanted to draw an owl.

Of course, he doesn't draw as simple as a little guy.

Instead, he drew two black wings, then a reticulated abdomen with white, and finally two white eyes and brown eyeballs.

"Wow, Daddy is amazing. The little guy clapped his hands and praised exaggeratedly, making Fang Yuan's heart extremely proud.

Mother Lan next to her quietly put down the stone in her hand.

She chose a maple-shaped rain flower stone, which was larger overall.

So her painting is divided into three parts, and the top part depicts the sky in sky blue.

Trees, white clouds, and seagulls soaring in the sky are painted in white.

In the middle part is the deep blue sea, and there are also reflections of light black trees in the water.

The bottom one is an orange earth, and there is a little girl in short-sleeved shorts on it, shouting at the sky.

Overall, the colors used are combined to create a chromatic contrast that gives a strong visual impact.

If Fang Yuan's painting is a perfect handicraft, and Fang's mother is a work of art.

The artistic conception is far-reaching, which makes people feel a sense of openness.

So the little guy naturally did not hesitate to praise words, exaggerated and sincere children's voices, and made Mother Lan happily close her mouth.

made her rare, very childish, raised her eyebrows at Fang Yuan, triumphant.

Mother Lan was no match for Father Fang, Fang Yuan didn't dare to offend her, so he praised her very heartily.

But it didn't go against her will, because Mama Lan drew it really well.

Maybe Fang Yuan can do it too, even more delicate and detailed than she painted.

But artistic conception is not something that can be expressed with delicacy and detail.

What's more, Mother Lan herself is good at Chinese painting, and Chinese painting itself is heavy on meaning rather than form, so she has high attainments in artistic conception expression.

They kept painting until almost half past five, when Fang Yuan was about to pick up Lan Caiyi from work.

With the help of Fang Yuan and Mother Lan, the little guy drew many birds of different colors, some ugly, some good-looking, and with different expressions.

Fang's mother also specially painted a picture.

In a barren grassland, there was a huge dead tree.

The trees were full of birds of all colors.

These birds are all kinds of stone birds that the little guy painted.

Not to mention, it was originally a very flat and desolate painting.

After putting these birds of different colors, it not only adds a three-dimensional effect, but also makes the picture full of childlike fun.

Become vibrant.

"You go pick up the clothes, and I'll clean up the rest. ”

Watercolor painting is such a problem, every time after painting, you have to wash the brush, wash the dishes, and wash the person.

Especially the little ones, with paint on their hands, faces, and even their eyebrows.

Fortunately, she wore a small apron, otherwise she probably wouldn't have been able to ask for clothes.

"Let's go, go to the bathroom, Daddy will wash it for you." Fang Yuan helped her take off her small apron and said.

"Good. The little guy nodded in agreement, reaching out to pull Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan hurriedly avoided the past, "Don't touch me, look at your two little turtle paws, don't get the paint on me." ”

Fang Yuan didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said it, the little guy became energetic, chasing Fang Yuan hard, he had to grab a handful of his clothes.

"I'm still messing with the children, don't be late again to pick up the colorful clothes. Fang's mother heard movement in the kitchen and came out to warn.

Fang Yuan then remembered, and hurriedly grabbed the little guy's hand, took her under the armpit and went to the bathroom to forcibly wash her hands.

Then I wiped her face with warm water, and it was basically clean

The water solubility of gouache pigments is particularly good.

The little one saw that his father had washed her clean, so he hit his ass twice with his little head to show his displeasure.

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