"The paintings are already like this, whether it is torn by my grandson or by your granddaughter herself, just draw a new one. ”

The old man surnamed Qian said expressionlessly, when Chad heard it, he seemed to take a step back and admit that he was wrong with his grandson, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not right, this is simply retreating as advance, in fact, he still doesn't admit it, and even when Wu Yu's re-painted painting is not as good as his grandson, he can also say that Wu Yu's painting is not good, and he tore up the painting, but slandered his grandson!

Thinking about this old man's actions, I really can't rule out the possibility of this happening!

"Old ghost Qian, my granddaughter looks like this, how can she be in the mood to paint, are you doing it on purpose?"

Old man Wu obviously thought of this, looking at his granddaughter crying in his arms, his face was ugly and tight, painting is all about mood, good mood, maybe he can play at a super level and paint rare masterpieces, and like Wu Yu, I'm afraid I can't even get half of the usual level!

Even if the little boy is not good at portrait painting, after all, a rich old man is such a master painting professor, and he will not be much worse, can he really let the old man slander his granddaughter!

"I'm just seeking truth from facts, if I can't draw, let's stop here, after all, everyone is still waiting for the results!"

The old man surnamed Qian did not continue to persecute, for his grandson's understanding, he really does not rule out the possibility of tearing the painting, so it is the best situation to end up with the current situation, otherwise let Wu Yu really paint, with her current pear blossom with rain face, as long as the painting is not much worse than her grandson, maybe it can really arouse the compassion of other people, but when the old man who was originally watching joined, it will be really troublesome, and his grandson may have a bad reputation in the future, so this is enough!

"Grandpa, I can still draw. ”

Wu Yu's white and tender face was stained with tears, listening to the words of the old man surnamed Qian, I don't know what I thought, the two little hands clenched their fists, pinched tightly, suddenly raised their heads, looked at the grandfather whose old face was wrinkled, although he was still crying, but with a strong mouth, it was hard to imagine that a little girl who was less than ten years old, usually shy and introverted, could do this, it was really surprising!

As soon as the words came out, it attracted everyone's sideways, and everyone who was shocked and uncertain before, and they were in a wait-and-see state, and they couldn't help but be a little biased towards Wu Yu's side in their hearts!

"Light rain!"

The old man Wu who was pinching Wu Yu's hand, sensing Wu Yu's body trembling slightly, but his strong appearance made the old man Wu hesitate and didn't know if it would be good to let Wu Yu draw again!

"Come on, Wu Yu!"

At this critical time, Zhou Ying also spoke, and when Wu Yu's eyes turned, Zhou Ying raised his small fist and fought hard!

"Thank you!"

"Go, if you can't come down, don't force it. ”

Wu Yu thanked, Old Man Wu also nodded, agreed, this was originally a good game, but I didn't expect it to look like this, now it is the best result to let the granddaughter finish painting, so under the gaze of Old Man Wu, Wu Yu walked back to his drawing board step by step!

"Grandpa!"

"Look first. ”

Wu Yu decided to repaint, but the little boy who was arguing with Wu Yu couldn't help but be anxious, and looked up at his grandfather, but the old man Qian had a darker face, but he didn't move like a mountain, and raised his hand to block his grandson's movements, and he didn't know what he was thinking when his old eyes turned!

'Smack!'

"Haha, how can you draw if you can't hold the pen steadily!"

Wu Yu re-laid the paper, picked up the pen, looked at Liu Lao, and when he was about to start writing, I don't know if it was because of the previous trembling, the pencil did not hold it steady, and fell directly to the ground, which also caused the little boy to laugh!

"Shut up!"

Zhou Ying really couldn't get used to the face of a villain like a little boy, and she was even more sure that the little boy had torn Wu Yu's painting, and snorted, but he used his mental power, which directly made the little boy seem to be choked by the neck, blushing, and directly closed his mouth, and then the little boy looked at Zhou Ying, and couldn't help but look shocked, as if he had seen a ghost!

Zhou Yingzhi didn't care about him anymore, but looked at Wu Yu who was trembling and picking up the pen, a touch of worry couldn't help but appear on his little face, but he was sorry for his previous reckless encouragement, Wu Yu is not himself after all, even if he made up his mind in front of his grandfather, but it is still different from the real public painting, under the gaze of everyone, there is especially a wrongful thing pressing on the top of his head, Wu Yu, a six-year-old girl, is okay if she didn't collapse on the spot, now I just expect her to finish painting with her insistence!

'Whoa!'

Picked up the pen and pressed it against the drawing paper again, this time it didn't fall, but drew tremblingly, an arc, a vertical line, as if as long as it kept drawing, but at this time, there was a soft snap, and the pencil head was broken, so that Wu Yu's painting was beaten again, and tears couldn't stop flowing out!

"No, no, I can't draw as good as before, I can't draw anymore!"

This time Wu Yu really felt desperate, the feeling of painting before was completely lost, even if there was no broken pencil head, she felt that she couldn't continue to paint, just the pen just now, she still had a little hope to paint the same or even better portrait than just now, she felt that it was not as good as half of the previous level, even if she continued to paint, I am afraid it was just a shame, not only her face, but also her grandfather's face!

"Woo~"

"Why don't you paint, is it really that she didn't paint well, tearing up the painting and wronging the little boy?"

"Whew~"

Wu Yu hugged the painting paper and cried, the old man Wu looked worried, the old men talked a lot, the little boy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the old man surnamed Qian showed a victorious smile, as if when the dust settled on the painting case this time, Zhou Ying finally stood up!

"Wait, I can restore Wu Yu's torn painting!"