The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 110 0110. Do you want to learn to draw? (15)

Zhuang's father smiled, bent down and stroked the row of paintings below, his eyes showed nostalgia, "Dad was taken by your grandfather to learn painting when he was seven years old. It’s still very hard, the teacher is the boss who breaks the sky, we all have to be obedient, otherwise we will come down as soon as we step down, it’s not like you are now, you always look at the teacher with high eyebrows.”

Zhuang Xinian pursed her lips to express her dissatisfaction, "I don't have it, I'm so good, brother Shaoheng can prove it for me!"

Zhuang's father was disturbed by Zhuang Xi's words, and he lost all nostalgic feelings, and couldn't help laughing, "That kid Shaoheng knows how to defend you, so if you ask him to testify, I might as well ask your school teacher. But my daughter, how could she be unbecoming, isn't she?"

Zhuang Xinian giggled, "Of course!"

"Nian Nian, how did you feel seeing the painting just now?" Zhuang's father smiled, and then changed the subject.

Zhuang Xinian rested her cheeks and thought for a while, with a serious look on her face, "It's very interesting, like seeing a person's growth, but I didn't understand a lot of the paintings on the top, so I thought it was very beautiful. After looking at it for a long time, There's a feeling, but I can't tell."

"Then, do you want to understand them?" Zhuang's father tempted, "Then, draw your own growth?"

Zhuang Xinian was silent for a while, and then said: "Dad, do you think your IQ is too low and want to compare it with your daughter?"

A trace of astonishment and embarrassment flashed across Father Zhuang's face.

Then Zhuang Xinian went on to say, "You want me to learn to paint and inherit your mantle, so just say it. It's such a big circle. It's very hot now. Even if there is an air conditioner at home, I don't want to move around. Walking around makes us sweat and we both stink!"

Hearing his daughter's disgust, Zhuang's father couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't know whether he should be happy that his daughter was so smart, or should be ashamed that his daughter complained about him so much.

However, he also knew that his daughter already understood what he meant, so he asked directly, "Then Nian Nian, do you want to learn to draw?"

Against the light, Zhuang Xinian smiled brightly at his father, like an elf, and then Zhuang's father heard the elf say: "I think drawing is very interesting, so, Dad, teach me how to draw! "

At that moment, Zhuang Zhenru didn't know what words to use to describe his mood, even the painting couldn't describe it, it was joyful, gratified, excited, and proud.

Happily, his precious daughter is willing to learn to paint.

The good news is that every father who has achieved something in his career will think that his career is the best, and he wants his children to follow him. In this way, the children will avoid many detours, and he will also have the mantle to inherit. Zhuang Xinian is the one who can inherit his mantle.

What is exciting is that he has seen Zhuang Xinian's paintings. As far as his accomplishments in painting are concerned, I can swear by his paintings that his daughter indeed has this talent!

The proudest thing is that Zhuang Xinian, this talented girl is her own daughter!
"Nian Nian, you have to think clearly, learning to draw is a very hard thing."

Zhuang Xinian smiled nonchalantly, "Dad, the coach told me the same thing when I was learning Taekwondo, but I persisted! As the daughter of a great painter, can't I persevere and learn to paint?" ?”

　Good evening babies!
　　Suddenly addicted to the sea of ​​sand today, this chapter is driven out.

　　Really drunk.

　　Not much to say, happy reading, babies!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)