Zhao Siqing turned his head to look, and the door was half closed.

Because the light in the corridor was partially projected, a small figure could be faintly seen in the dark room.

After Zhao Siqing approached, he turned on the light gently.

When I saw it, I saw that in the luxurious guest room, the little bean fell to the ground, and his eyes were red.

There was a chair beside him that was also staggering, and it was clear that he had fallen from the chair with that muffled noise.

Zhao Siqing stepped forward and helped the chair up first.

The little one apparently saw her too, staring at her for a few seconds before withdrawing his gaze.

After sniffing his little nose, he began to climb back into the chair, apparently to pick up something from the cupboard.

Zhao Siqing glanced at it, and there was a set of paintbrushes and a picture book on the chest of drawers next to the chair.

I think he's going to take that.

Zhao Siqing didn't give him the things directly, but helped him move the chair a little closer, and then held the chair steady for him.

This time, the little tuanzi tiptoed slightly, and easily got the album and brush.

He took it in his arms and climbed out of his chair.

It's just that his hands are too small, and the notebook and paintbrush are too big, and he can't hold it, and the thing crackles and falls to the ground again.

Zhao Siqing squatted down and helped him pick up the paintbrush together.

When he handed him the brush, the little one looked up at her, and his black eyes were like two jewels, round and bright.

Zhao Siqing didn't speak, just stared at him.

After a few seconds, the little guy was the first to withdraw his gaze, and sat down in the narrow gap between the two cabinets with the notebook and paintbrush in his arms.

The gap was small and the light was dim, but he sat there against the wall and seemed to like it.

Zhao Siqing frowned slightly, he chose a place with shelters on both sides, indicating that the child was very insecure.

And most of the ordinary children of such a small age are very afraid of the dark, but the little group in front of him seems to like this kind of dimly lit place, obviously stimulated by something.

Zhao Siqing turned on the table lamp in the guest room, and the warm halo looked comfortable and not dazzling.

She brought the lamp to Xiao Tuanzi, and she sat beside him and watched him.

The sudden spilling of light made the little one raise his head.

He looked at Zhao Siqing without speaking, and his black eyes were clear.

Zhao Siqing smiled at him and didn't speak.

The little guy slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to draw on his sketchbook.

Zhao Siqing didn't speak, and the little guy colored the sketchbook again, and most of the colors selected were regular and neat, but they were all dark colors.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but think, why do some children not like those bright and bright colors?

Two figures, one large and one small, sat very close, and no one spoke.

Li Feiyuan painted for a while, and would always look up and secretly look at Zhao Siqing from time to time.

Zhao Siqing just didn't see his small movements, guessing that he should be a little curious about himself.

But it didn't take long for Zhao Siqing to find that the little guy began to scribble, and the paintbrush in his hand scribbled the part that had been painted before, and he was irritable like a little beast.

At the end of the drawing, the little guy threw the sketchbook out.

Looking at the messy lines above, Zhao Siqing frowned slightly.

When I looked again, I found that the little guy turned around, pouted his little butt and turned his back to her, and began to scribble on the white wall with the pen in his hand.

In an instant, there was a dark brown passage on the wall.

Zhao Siqing, who had not spoken, got up and hugged him over for a few minutes, and said softly: "No." ”