"It's done!" Qi Shunhua blew off the excess green chips on the watermelon slices, held his results, and put them on the dining table to give to Qiqi.

On the curved green watermelon rind, the white furrows outline a round, short-haired girl, a simple dress, hands behind her back, wearing a pair of slippers, tilting her head and eyes narrowed into a curved arch.

Qiqi burst into sea lion applause, smiled brightly, and raised his thumb to praise, "Shunhua, you are too powerful." ”

Leaning back and stretching his stiff limbs, Qi Shunhua said modestly: "It's good if you like it." ”

Qiqi hugged the watermelon rind and nodded, "I like it very much." ”

He looked at her with a smile, reached halfway to touch her hair, and as if he was worried about something, he withdrew, tilted his head and closed his eyes, "I'll rest for a while." ”

The young man with long legs stretched out and lazily spread out on the dining chair, the bangs in front of his forehead were soaked with sweat, and he was pulled aside by Qiqi, revealing his entire forehead, Qi Shunhua, who usually put down his bangs, was as warm as the boy next door, and Qi Shunhua, who lifted the bangs, had a cold feeling when there was no smile in his eyes.

His cold side should rarely be shown, Qiqi couldn't help but think in his heart.

The ceiling fan whirred and took away the heat on the young man's body, and the sticky hair slowly parted, as if he noticed Qiqi's gaze lingering on his forehead, Qi Shunhua hurriedly sat upright, raised his head and pulled his bangs.

"I'll go back to my room and do my homework, and you stay at home and play by yourself."

"No problem." Qiqi nodded meekly.

Qi Shunhua helped her turn on the TV, hugged Qiaoqiao and Michael, who had been circling around him, walked to the entrance, picked up her backpack and closed the door and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Qiqi used spiritual power to protect the watermelon skin, as long as she was in one day, this artwork would not disappear, she held the watermelon skin and looked left and right, always felt a little like herself, didn't think too much, the watermelon skin with stick figures was placed by her into the sandalwood Buddha beads.

By the translucent window, Qi Shunhua was sorting out the tools for drawing.

Knock knock, knock on the door.

"Who?" He pressed the white paper and looked at the door.

"Qiqi." A soft sound outside the door.

Qi Shunhua hurriedly got up and strode open the door.

"What's wrong?" He welcomed her into the house and gently led her to the door.

"I'm looking for a book." Qiqi pointed to the books on the wall in the second bedroom.

"What type?" The two of them walked into the room together.

"I can't read or understand the language, and I want to learn it." Qiqi told the truth that under her mother's education, she had access to modern knowledge, but she was only superficial, and could only reach the foundation of being able to read some books and write simple words.

Qi Shunhua found her a junior high school Chinese textbook, a Xinhua dictionary, and a detailed version of the idioms on the bookshelf, according to the classification, and put it next to her desk, and found a pen and a scratch paper, patted the chair and motioned for her to sit next to him, "You look at these first, see how easy it is, and I'll help you change them." ”

Qiqi sat down,Open the textbook,Page by page,When you don't understand, you will look up the dictionary,She has understood the way to find the dictionary,The actual operation is very little,So the search is relatively slow,The words that can't be written will also be depicted on the scratch paper a few times,The language of junior high school is for her,It's quite smooth.。。

Qi Shunhua on the side, with a triangular ruler, compass, pencil on the white paper drawing, every time a figure is drawn, she will turn her head to look at Qiqi, I didn't expect that she was not as naïve as she imagined, but vigorous and powerful seemed to have a pen.