Chapter 297: A Black Painting

The big white goose "quack" was silent, and the only goose was holding a drawing paper.

It ran up to An An's cub's father in one go, and with a snort, spread the drawing paper on the smooth and clean floor tiles.

"Quack! Quack! The big white goose fluttered its wings and cried excitedly, touching the drawing paper from time to time with the tips of its wings.

Qin Haochen couldn't understand what it was barking, but he could judge the intentions of the big white goose from its words and deeds.

He frowned slightly, and asked tentatively, "Do you want me to see this painting?" ”

The big white goose nodded vigorously at the fluffy little head: "Ga! ”

Worthy of being the father of the smart An An cub! It's just as smart!

Qin Haochen calmed down and moved his gaze to the painting on the ground.

It's a painting made with a black brush...... Painted black paintings.

It is completely impossible to guess what this painting is intended to express, which is very abstract and tests the eyesight and imagination.

Qin Haochen was silent for a few seconds, and then asked uncertainly, "Is this what you painted?" ”

"Quack!" The big white goose looked very proud, proudly stretching its white and thin neck.

This goose is amazing! I can also draw!

Qin Haochen fell silent again.

Even though he has a high IQ and can easily control any field, at this moment, he is completely stumped by a painting of the big white goose.

Old Mr. Qin and Old Mrs. Qin stood up, walked over, and looked at the painting on the ground curiously.

Old Madam Qin's expression was subtle, and she glanced at her wife: Do you see something?

Old Mr. Qin shook his head blankly: he could see one after another black stains on his brush.

It's like a brush that accidentally gets on the paper, and they really don't see anything.

The big white goose was originally proud and proud, but after seeing the family members of An An's cubs silent, he suddenly became a little anxious.

It stepped on the corner of the paper with its foot, and its wings fluttered: "Quack! Quack! ”

Ben goose draws so clearly! So clear! You don't understand it!

It was anxious and angry, and its feet were stepping on it very hard and crackling.

Even Mr. Qin, who has always been unable to communicate with the big white goose, can see that the current big white goose is very angry.

Mr. Qin whispered close to his wife's ear and muttered, "Hibiscus, it seems to be angry with us, it is painted like this, who can understand what it is drawing......"

Old Madam Qin showed an embarrassed expression on her face and said to the big white goose: "We really can't understand your paintings. ”

She said it tactfully, but she didn't understand it at all.

"Quack!" The big white goose was so angry that it was about to burst into flames.

Suddenly, it thought of An An's cub's master.

The big white goose's flexible body passed through the bottom of the dining table, accurately bit Chu Yanlin's trouser legs, and pulled twice, "Ga! ”

Chu Yanlin was not afraid that the big white goose would bite him, but he was indeed taken aback.

He looked at the Qin family, "This goose is this?" ”

Old Madam Qin understood the intention of the big white goose, and immediately said to him: "Teacher Chu Yanlin, can you help us see what this painting is painting?" ”

Chu Yanlin also heard the "conversation" between President Qin and the big white goose just now, and besides, they are the family members of the little milk dumplings, so they naturally won't refuse: "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

He stood up and walked towards them, then, stopping in front of the black painting, bowing his head and studying its contents carefully.