The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 121 0121. Learning to draw is very hard. (11)

For Zhuang Xinian, agreeing to learn painting did have a little interest at first, but Zhuang's father kept asking her and telling her that learning painting was hard, and she was aroused a little bit of morale that refused to admit defeat, so Just boasted to Dad Zhuang.

Because she thought, no matter what, she is her father, and she will definitely not treat her like other people. At worst, she will act like a baby and let Zhuang's father put him down.

But she really didn't expect that Zhuang's father didn't show any sign of letting the water go. Every painting, every day, did not give up his blow to her.

Hit harder each time.

At first she was indeed not convinced, so she held back her strength in her heart to impress Father Zhuang, and even if she couldn't, she still wanted to satisfy him once.

However, no.

Not once!

Every time, he pointed at her paintings and scolded her bloody.

The hope after another was shattered by Father Zhuang's blows again and again, so that they could not be pieced together.

She wanted to tear up her paintings, but every time her father pointed at her paintings and scolded them, he took them away. She didn't know why they took them away, leaving her to continue painting in the studio.

Draw tirelessly.

Only before going to bed every night, Brother Shaoheng would gently tell her stories, listen to her words without the slightest impatience, and even make her happy.

snort!
Dad is a big pig's hoof!
Brother Shaoheng is the best little brother!

Today Zhuang Xinian left the studio early on a rare occasion, and now she is lying on her bed after taking a shower, pulling the ears of the doll that Zhuang's father bought for her last year.

When Jiang Shaoheng came out of the shower, he saw a lot of fluff flying around Zhuang Xinian.

I couldn't help but chuckled and opened my mouth: "Nian Nian, if you pull it further, Mr. Big One's ears will be pulled off by you."

Mr. Big One, this is the name of the doll in Zhuang Xinian's hand.

Every year on her birthday, Zhuang Xinian would receive a birthday present of a big puppet from Zhuang's father.

Logically speaking, the newest one should have a larger number, but Zhuang Xinian thinks that everyone else counts like this, and she shouldn't be like others, so the one with the newest number is called number one. , the previous one is called No. [-], and when a new one arrives, No. [-] becomes the new one, and the original No. [-] becomes No. [-], and so on.

As for why the word "big" is added in front of it, it is because every puppet is always the same height as Zhuang Xinian's height in that year. Zhuang Xinian thinks it is very big, so each puppet's name is preceded by "big". a large character.

Zhuang Xinian paused when he heard Jiang Shaoheng's words, grabbing Mr. No. [-] in his hand, let out a soft "hum" from his delicate little nose, and then continued to grab.

"If Niannian doesn't like Mr. Big One, can you give it to me?"

Jiang Shaoheng walked to the bed, bent down and supported Zhuang Xinian with his hands, his eyes seemed to be filled with amorous West Lake water, so soft that he just stared at Zhuang Xinian.

Zhuang Xinian stopped suddenly, and suddenly hugged Mr. No. [-] into her arms, obviously refusing to do so, but after doing these actions, she seemed to remember something again, and angrily hugged Mr. No. [-] Pushing into Jiang Shaoheng's arms, "Give it to you, I don't want it anymore!"

It's more like a push than a throw.

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(End of this chapter)