Just as she wanted to ask, Fu Linan turned her eyes to Mama Cao and said, "You go down first." ”

Mama Cao agreed and withdrew.

When only she and Fu Lin'an were left in the room, she wondered, "Why don't you paint your eyes?" Without eyes, it always feels weird. ”

Fu Lin'an pursed his thin lips slightly, and said slowly: "Have you ever heard of the finishing touch?" ”

It was clear when the Seven Masters boarded.

He added: "It is very painstaking to create a whole world, and you can't draw eyes on a living thing, otherwise it will come true, and if there is a relatively complete environment next to a living thing, it will form a realm in the painting." ”

Like this painting of his.

In addition to her, it is obvious that the environment in which the person in the painting lives is a boudoir.

Once the environment is relatively intact, the person in the painting can live, and if not, it is the realm in the painting. The way to crack it is not to draw the eyes, and the finishing touch is in the same vein.

When Ju Qi heard this, he immediately pulled his sleeve: "Then don't paint, don't paint, I don't want someone like me to appear out of thin air." ”

Fu Lin'an's eyes were full of smiles, and he took advantage of the situation to hug her into his arms and said softly: "It's enough for me to have you." ”

His big palm stroked her long hair, and he muttered for a moment: "I don't paint my eyes, but it's really a fly in the ointment, so let's burn it." ”

After that, he was going to roll up the painting.

Ying Qi hurriedly stopped him: "Wait." ”

Fu Linan raised his eyes to look at her and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Ying Qi snatched the painting in his hand and said distressedly: "No, this is the first time you have painted me, and I am reluctant to burn it." ”

Her fingers rubbed the drawing paper lightly, paused and said, "Didn't you say that you can't live without eyes, and you can't become a painting?" Keep it for others, just for myself. ”

Fu Lin'an couldn't help but smile when he looked at her like a baby.

"I just painted one for you, and you gave me another one, this is a token of love, right?" Maki Qi suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes full of burning smiles, like flowers blooming in March.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and a moment of laughter pecked her on the lips.

"Okay, then it's a token of love."

Two days later, Fu Lin'an came back from duty, and Xiao Armang happily took his hand and rushed to the courtyard of Diqi Qi.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Little Armand said excitedly: "My mother helped me draw a picture." ”

Fu Linan smiled helplessly.

When she went to her room, she really saw a portrait of little Armand, who was chubby and cute.

"My mother painted it for me, but my father didn't!" Little Armand stood on the chair, his chubby hand slapped on the painting case, and the whole person was very excited.

When Ying Qi heard this, he couldn't help but smile and glanced at Fu Lin'an.

Fu Lin'an was also a little helpless, and he didn't know when he started, Xiao Armang regarded him as an imaginary enemy, and he had to fight with him everywhere.

In short, what he has, little Armand must also have, but what little Armand has, he may not have.

He deeply felt that little Armand had found the wrong enemy, after all, his enemy should be the unborn brother or sister in the belly of Ju Qi.

In fact, he really wanted to tell little Armand that he had it!

Maki Qi helped him draw a few days ago!

But when it came to his mouth, he still didn't say it, and he always felt a little ashamed to compete with his son for favor or something.

Thinking of this, Fu Lin'an suddenly had a flash of inspiration, frowned and said, "Armang, did Mr. leave his homework today?" ”

As soon as little Armand heard this, his chubby little body froze.

He clumsily climbed down from the chair in front of the painting case and said nothing.

Ying Qi sighed helplessly, Xiao Amang's son is good at everything, he is playful, probably because he is talented and intelligent, and what Mr. teaches is basically a little clear, so he often gets praise from Mr.

I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that little Armand is unwilling to take the initiative to write homework.

Every day is grinding, until finally I can't grind anymore, I will write.

"Why don't you go and write the homework left by my husband!" As soon as Fu Lin'an saw his appearance, he knew that he must be lazy again, so he kept a straight face and acted like a strict father.

After Xiao Armang left, Ju Qicai said, "I don't know who I followed." ”

Fu Lin'an was speechless for a while.

A few days later, Maki Qi drew another family portrait.

This time, I took out the family photo and framed it and hung it up.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the hot summer has passed, and the osmanthus in the capital is fragrant, refreshing and refreshing.

Ju Qi's belly is eight months old, of course, compared to normal pregnant women, her belly is naturally bigger.

The belly is bigger, and it is the legs that suffer.

Because of her experience in giving birth in other planes, she knew that the more she was in labor, the more she had to exercise and not lie in bed.

Although Mama Cao has been looking at her stomach in fear, she always nagged her to lie on the bed and raise her.

But in this regard, Ying Qi still insists on his own ideas.

It was raining outside, and the osmanthus in the courtyard was knocked to the ground, which made people feel distressed.

Mo Zhu dropped his umbrella and leaned against the wall, walked straight into the house, and saw at a glance that Ying Qi was standing in front of the painting case.

"Grandma is painting again?"

Ying Qi bowed slightly: "Don't let me do this, don't let me do that, I have to find a way to pass the time." ”

During the months of her pregnancy, she continued to paint day by day.

The foundation was good, and now the painting skills are even more perfect.

"Let's take a look." Maki Qi put down his paintbrush and beckoned to Mozhu.

Mo Zhu walked over according to his words, only glanced at it, and exclaimed, "This cat is almost alive." ”

Maki Qi smiled and slowly sat down on the chair with his support on the table: "What's your favorite place?" ”

Mo Zhuzai looked at it carefully for a long time before he said: "I like the eyes of this cat the most, they are bright, the first time I saw it just now, I thought it was a live cat!" ”

A smile flashed under her eyes, but for a moment, she lowered her eyes to remove the smile from her eyes, frowned and said, "Really? But I don't like the cat's eyes the most. ”

Mo Zhu was stunned: "Why?" ”

"It's weird, it's not pretty." As he spoke, Maki Qi frowned and crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it away.

Mo Zhu smacked her lips with some pity, but she didn't understand this, maybe what grandma said was right.

She turned around and walked back, and was about to pick up the contents of the embroidery basket when she heard Ju Qi say, "Mozhu, go and burn these papers for me." ”

Mozhu looked back and saw a thick pile of drawing paper on the table.

She understood, her grandmother told her that these were paintings that her grandmother didn't like, and they couldn't be passed on, after all, it was about her grandmother's reputation, and she couldn't stay to annoy her grandmother, so she could only find a place where no one was there and burn them.

Mo Zhu picked up the thick pile of drawing paper: "Grandma, don't worry." ”

Ying Qi smiled: "I have always been relieved of your work." ”