Jing Qiuxian shook her head, she was depressed just now, and she was too eager to drink, so she walked here in a daze.

She smiled and pinched the child's face, "Answer honestly, or I'll pinch your ass and sue your parents again." ”

"Adults can't bully children." He pursed his lips, very aggrieved, but he still answered honestly.

"I wanted to see Master Mo Jing's paintings, and my grandmother told me that Gu Sifan gave the old lady a birthday gift for Master Mo Jing's paintings."

"Oh, do you like Master Mo Jing? What is your name? Jing Qiuxian didn't expect to meet her little fans.

The child reluctantly replied, "My name is Liang Baobao." ”

"Oh, it turns out that you are the little son of the Liang family, you like Master Mo Jing so much, why don't you buy a pair of works, but come here to take a peek?" Jing Qiuxian smiled and scratched Liang Baobao's nose.

Liang Baobao's little nose wrinkled, and he was very aggrieved, "Grandpa said that he would buy me a pair, but after he bought it, he hid it himself, and only allowed the baby to watch from afar." ”

Saying that, Liang Baobao also squeezed out a golden bean.

"Grandpa doesn't talk much, he's a villain, I liked Master Mo Jing when I was a child."

Jing Qiuxian looked at Liang Baobao and felt that the child was no more than five years old, how old was the child when he was a child?

Liang Baobao rubbed his eyes, "I have liked Master Mo Jing since I was three years old, and I want to become a person like Master Mo Jing in the future, paint the most beautiful paintings, and become the best painter." ”

Jing Qiuxian didn't expect that she would become a child's idol, and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, that's amazing."

She was just a casual compliment, but in the eyes of the children, it became a mockery.

"Are you laughing at me? I'm super good at drawing. ”

After speaking, the child took out his painting from his pocket and handed it to Jing Qiuxian.

The smile on the corner of Jing Qiuxian's lips slowly disappeared and became serious.

"Well, it's a bit talented."

Liang Baobao raised his chin arrogantly, "Yes, many people praise my high level." I will show my work to Mr. Mo Jing in the future. In the future, he may become his close disciple. I have an uncle who is very familiar with Master Mo Jing. ”

Jing Qiuxian was a little helpless, Liang Baobao's child didn't even know whether she was a man or a woman, and his uncle must also be a liar.

However, the love of children is simple and passionate.

It was the happiest thing of her bad day.

Jing Qiuxian chose the most rustic box among a bunch of gifts, pulled out the pine crane picture from it, and slowly unfolded it in front of Liang Baobao's children.

Liang Baobao's round eyes widened, stared at it for a while, and finally nodded excitedly and calmly.

"Well, it's indeed a painting by Master Mo Jing."

Jing Qiuxian was a little surprised, it seems that this child is not just Ye Gong Haolong, he really likes Master Mo Jing, and has studied Master Mo Jing's works well.

Liang Baobao's child rubbed his hands carefully, "I want to look at it for a while, and then go home and copy a pair of them, and ask my uncle to pass them on to Master Mo Jing." ”

"Okay, you can take a good look at it, and copy it when the time comes." Jing Qiuxian smiled and rubbed his head.

This kid doesn't know how to draw, but he's unusually cute.

Liang Baobao looked at the painting and was so fascinated that he had forgotten where he was, and he couldn't hear Jing Qiuxian's voice at all.

Jing Qiuxian didn't care, picked up the herbal tea on the table, and drank it slowly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of high heels.

Jing Qiuxian raised her head, and her face sank.