Yan Qing sandwiched the dishes for the children and Zhuang Gongzi, she ate a bite herself, and wanted to say to her husband in her heart, looked at her husband and said: "Today, Qi Gongzi and Mrs. Qi came to the private school, you know." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info I took it upon myself to send Mrs. Qi a few paintings"

Su Jin took a piece of meat and put it into his lady's bowl, and said with a smile: "If they are in trouble, we can help naturally."

"Well, I have to let you know about the paintings! I have to bother my husband to paint a few more paintings, and when the paintings are finished, I will take them to the gallery together!" Yan Qing ate the braised pork that her husband sandwiched.

"Okay!" Su Jin smiled at her, and scooped a bowl of egg broth for her.

After lunch.

Zhuang Luo also followed his younger siblings to take a nap.

Zizhuang Gongzi quickly adapted to the life of the private school, and the children got along with him very well, which made Yan Qing feel a little relieved.

In the afternoon, when he was learning to paint, Yan Qing began to teach him modern painting.

She first drew a football on the paper and said to Zhuang Gongzi: "Zhuang Gongzi, let's start with football!"

"This...?" Zhuang Luo looked left and right, and finally recognized this thing, he smiled and asked curiously: "This... Why is it so much like Kemari?"

Listening to this tone, it seems that Zhuang Gongzi often plays Keju, Yan Qing smiled and said: "Hmm, um! The paper drawn is called Keju now, but in the future, it will be called football."

"Football?" Zhuang Luo scratched his head and nodded understandingly, and then happily followed his master to learn to draw football.

After painting the football, Yan Qing watched the painting, but he didn't find anything wrong.

She saw that Zhuang Gongzi was interested, so she continued to teach him to draw cars. After an hour, Zhuang Gongzi's painting was in shape.

Wait until the children are out of class.

Yan Qing asked Zhuang Gongzi to practice more, and she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard to apply fertilizer.

Not long after the master left, Zhuang was painting seriously. At this time, Zhen'er and Jiu'er led Lan Lan into the hall.

They walked up to the big brother's table, looked at the painting, and asked curiously, "Big brother, what are you painting here? Why have we never seen each other?"

Zhuang stopped painting in his hand and looked up at them and only smirked.

Zhen'er and Jiu'er glanced at each other, smiled and nodded tacitly, one of them took the pen from the eldest brother's hand, and the other took the eldest brother's arm and persuaded: "Big brother, aren't you tired of painting all day? Why don't you go and practice calligraphy with us! You can't only paint, not write!"

Lan Lan walked up to her eldest brother and helped pull his clothes.

"You... You guys!" Zhuang Luo was pulled up by his sisters, and when he pulled away from the painting table, he reluctantly glanced back at the painting on the table.

Yan Qing fertilized the vegetables in the vegetable garden, and returned to the hall, but Zhuang Gongzi was missing, she was afraid that Zhuang Gongzi would make a mistake in the private school? , Thinking of it, she hurriedly went to the front yard, thinking that Zhuang Gongzi was playing with the cricket again. But in the front yard, Zhuang Gongzi was not seen.

She saw that the courtyard door was bolted inside, which showed that Zhuang Gongzi should not have run out of the private school, so she relaxed a little and followed to the class.

When he came to the outside of the classroom, he really saw Zhuang Gongzi and the children practicing calligraphy, Yan Qing smiled with relief, and dared to put his heart at ease.

Su Jin saw the lady appear outside the class, smiled and walked out of the classroom and asked her, "What's the matter with the lady?"

Yan Qing smiled and shook his head and said: "I just went to the vegetable garden to fertilize, and after a short while, I came back and found that I didn't see Zhuang Gongzi, and I didn't see it when I looked around, so I wanted to come and see if I came to you."

"Zhen'er and Jiu'er, and Lan Lan are very attentive to Zhuang Gongzi, and it is also their idea to let Zhuang Gongzi practice calligraphy!" Su Jin said with a smile.

"They're very sensible!" Yan Qing said, glancing into the classroom again and smiling, "Husband, go and see how Zhuang Gongzi is practicing? I'll go make dinner for the children first."

Yan Qing sandwiched the dishes for the children and Zhuang Gongzi, she ate a bite herself, and wanted to say to her husband in her heart, looked at her husband and said: "Today, Qi Gongzi and Mrs. Qi came to the private school, you know." I took it upon myself to send a few paintings to Mrs. Qi."

Su Jin took a piece of meat and put it into his lady's bowl, and said with a smile: "If they are in trouble, we can help naturally."

"Well, I have to let you know about the paintings! I have to bother my husband to paint a few more paintings, and when the paintings are finished, I will take them to the gallery together!" Yan Qing ate the braised pork that her husband sandwiched.

"Okay!" Su Jin smiled at her, and scooped a bowl of egg broth for her.

After lunch.

Zhuang Luo also followed his younger siblings to take a nap.

Zizhuang Gongzi quickly adapted to the life of the private school, and the children got along with him very well, which made Yan Qing feel a little relieved.

In the afternoon, when he was learning to paint, Yan Qing began to teach him modern painting.

She first drew a football on the paper and said to Zhuang Gongzi: "Zhuang Gongzi, let's start with football!"

"This...?" Zhuang Luo looked left and right, and finally recognized this thing, he smiled and asked curiously: "This... Why is it so much like Kemari?"

Listening to this tone, it seems that Zhuang Gongzi often plays Keju, Yan Qing smiled and said: "Hmm, um! The paper drawn is called Keju now, but in the future, it will be called football."

"Football?" Zhuang Luo scratched his head and nodded understandingly, and then happily followed his master to learn to draw football.

After painting the football, Yan Qing watched the painting, but he didn't find anything wrong.

She saw that Zhuang Gongzi was interested, so she continued to teach him to draw cars. After an hour, Zhuang Gongzi's painting was in shape.

Wait until the children are out of class.

Yan Qing asked Zhuang Gongzi to practice more, and she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard to apply fertilizer.

Not long after the master left, Zhuang was painting seriously. At this time, Zhen'er and Jiu'er led Lan Lan into the hall.

They walked up to the big brother's table, looked at the painting, and asked curiously, "Big brother, what are you painting here? Why have we never seen each other?"

Zhuang stopped painting in his hand and looked up at them and only smirked.

Zhen'er and Jiu'er glanced at each other, smiled and nodded tacitly, one of them took the pen from the eldest brother's hand, and the other took the eldest brother's arm and persuaded: "Big brother, aren't you tired of painting all day? Why don't you go and practice calligraphy with us! You can't only paint, not write!"

Lan Lan walked up to her eldest brother and helped pull his clothes.

"You... You guys!" Zhuang Luo was pulled up by his sisters, and when he pulled away from the painting table, he reluctantly glanced back at the painting on the table.

Yan Qing fertilized the vegetables in the vegetable garden, and returned to the hall, but Zhuang Gongzi was missing, she was afraid that Zhuang Gongzi would make a mistake in the private school? , Thinking of it, she hurriedly went to the front yard, thinking that Zhuang Gongzi was playing with the cricket again. But in the front yard, Zhuang Gongzi was not seen.

She saw that the courtyard door was bolted inside, which showed that Zhuang Gongzi should not have run out of the private school, so she relaxed a little and followed to the class.

When he came to the outside of the classroom, he really saw Zhuang Gongzi and the children practicing calligraphy, Yan Qing smiled with relief, and dared to put his heart at ease.

Su Jin saw the lady appear outside the class, smiled and walked out of the classroom and asked her, "What's the matter with the lady?"

Yan Qing smiled and shook his head and said: "I just went to the vegetable garden to fertilize, and after a short while, I came back and found that I didn't see Zhuang Gongzi, and I didn't see it when I looked around, so I wanted to come and see if I came to you."

"Zhen'er and Jiu'er, and Lan Lan are very attentive to Zhuang Gongzi, and it is also their idea to let Zhuang Gongzi practice calligraphy!" Su Jin said with a smile.

"They're very sensible!" Yan Qing said, glancing into the classroom again and smiling, "Husband, go and see how Zhuang Gongzi is practicing? I'll go make dinner for the children first."

Yan Qing sandwiched the dishes for the children and Zhuang Gongzi, she ate a bite herself, and wanted to say to her husband in her heart, looked at her husband and said: "Today, Qi Gongzi and Mrs. Qi came to the private school, you know." I took it upon myself to send a few paintings to Mrs. Qi."

Su Jin took a piece of meat and put it into his lady's bowl, and said with a smile: "If they are in trouble, we can help naturally."

"Well, I have to let you know about the paintings! I have to bother my husband to paint a few more paintings, and when the paintings are finished, I will take them to the gallery together!" Yan Qing ate the braised pork that her husband sandwiched.

"Okay!" Su Jin smiled at her, and scooped a bowl of egg broth for her.

After lunch.

Zhuang Luo also followed his younger siblings to take a nap.

Zizhuang Gongzi quickly adapted to the life of the private school, and the children got along with him very well, which made Yan Qing feel a little relieved.

In the afternoon, when he was learning to paint, Yan Qing began to teach him modern painting.

She first drew a football on the paper and said to Zhuang Gongzi: "Zhuang Gongzi, let's start with football!"

"This...?" Zhuang Luo looked left and right, and finally recognized this thing, he smiled and asked curiously: "This... Why is it so much like Kemari?"

Listening to this tone, it seems that Zhuang Gongzi often plays Keju, Yan Qing smiled and said: "Hmm, um! The paper drawn is called Keju now, but in the future, it will be called football."

"Football?" Zhuang Luo scratched his head and nodded understandingly, and then happily followed his master to learn to draw football.

After painting the football, Yan Qing watched the painting, but he didn't find anything wrong.

She saw that Zhuang Gongzi was interested, so she continued to teach him to draw cars. After an hour, Zhuang Gongzi's painting was in shape.

Wait until the children are out of class.

Yan Qing asked Zhuang Gongzi to practice more, and she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard to apply fertilizer.

Not long after the master left, Zhuang was painting seriously. At this time, Zhen'er and Jiu'er led Lan Lan into the hall.

They walked up to the big brother's table, looked at the painting, and asked curiously, "Big brother, what are you painting here? Why have we never seen each other?"

Zhuang stopped painting in his hand and looked up at them and only smirked.

Zhen'er and Jiu'er glanced at each other, smiled and nodded tacitly, one of them took the pen from the eldest brother's hand, and the other took the eldest brother's arm and persuaded: "Big brother, aren't you tired of painting all day? Why don't you go and practice calligraphy with us! You can't only paint, not write!"

Lan Lan walked up to her eldest brother and helped pull his clothes.

"You... You guys!" Zhuang Luo was pulled up by his sisters, and when he pulled away from the painting table, he reluctantly glanced back at the painting on the table.

Yan Qing fertilized the vegetables in the vegetable garden, and returned to the hall, but Zhuang Gongzi was missing, she was afraid that Zhuang Gongzi would make a mistake in the private school? , Thinking of it, she hurriedly went to the front yard, thinking that Zhuang Gongzi was playing with the cricket again. But in the front yard, Zhuang Gongzi was not seen.

She saw that the courtyard door was bolted inside, which showed that Zhuang Gongzi should not have run out of the private school, so she relaxed a little and followed to the class.

When he came to the outside of the classroom, he really saw Zhuang Gongzi and the children practicing calligraphy, Yan Qing smiled with relief, and dared to put his heart at ease.

Su Jin saw the lady appear outside the class, smiled and walked out of the classroom and asked her, "What's the matter with the lady?"

Yan Qing smiled and shook his head and said: "I just went to the vegetable garden to fertilize, and after a short while, I came back and found that I didn't see Zhuang Gongzi, and I didn't see it when I looked around, so I wanted to come and see if I came to you."

"Zhen'er and Jiu'er, and Lan Lan are very attentive to Zhuang Gongzi, and it is also their idea to let Zhuang Gongzi practice calligraphy!" Su Jin said with a smile.

"They're very sensible!" Yan Qing said, glancing into the classroom again and smiling, "Husband, go and see how Zhuang Gongzi is practicing? I'll go make dinner for the children first."

Yan Qing sandwiched the dishes for the children and Zhuang Gongzi, she ate a bite herself, and wanted to say to her husband in her heart, looked at her husband and said: "Today, Qi Gongzi and Mrs. Qi came to the private school, you know." I took it upon myself to send a few paintings to Mrs. Qi."

Su Jin took a piece of meat and put it into his lady's bowl, and said with a smile: "If they are in trouble, we can help naturally."

"Well, I have to let you know about the paintings! I have to bother my husband to paint a few more paintings, and when the paintings are finished, I will take them to the gallery together!" Yan Qing ate the braised pork that her husband sandwiched.

"Okay!" Su Jin smiled at her, and scooped a bowl of egg broth for her.

After lunch.

Zhuang Luo also followed his younger siblings to take a nap.

Zizhuang Gongzi quickly adapted to the life of the private school, and the children got along with him very well, which made Yan Qing feel a little relieved.

In the afternoon, when he was learning to paint, Yan Qing began to teach him modern painting.

She first drew a football on the paper and said to Zhuang Gongzi: "Zhuang Gongzi, let's start with football!"

"This...?" Zhuang Luo looked left and right, and finally recognized this thing, he smiled and asked curiously: "This... Why is it so much like Kemari?"

Listening to this tone, it seems that Zhuang Gongzi often plays Keju, Yan Qing smiled and said: "Hmm, um! The paper drawn is called Keju now, but in the future, it will be called football."

"Football?" Zhuang Luo scratched his head and nodded understandingly, and then happily followed his master to learn to draw football.

After painting the football, Yan Qing watched the painting, but he didn't find anything wrong.

She saw that Zhuang Gongzi was interested, so she continued to teach him to draw cars. After an hour, Zhuang Gongzi's painting was in shape.

Wait until the children are out of class.

Yan Qing asked Zhuang Gongzi to practice more, and she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard to apply fertilizer.

Not long after the master left, Zhuang was painting seriously. At this time, Zhen'er and Jiu'er led Lan Lan into the hall.

They walked up to the big brother's table, looked at the painting, and asked curiously, "Big brother, what are you painting here? Why have we never seen each other?"

Zhuang stopped painting in his hand and looked up at them and only smirked.