The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 163 0163. I Think About What To Draw! (3)

When I got home, the door was opened from the inside before I rang the doorbell.

When Father Zhuang saw his daughter standing outside the door with the kid next door, he was taken aback, "Why did you come back so early?"

Zhuang Xinian rushed over to save her father, and rubbed against her, "We'll be back after watching the sunrise!"

"Oh, then, come in, come in, you play at home, dad goes out to buy vegetables, and I'll cook something delicious for you at noon!" Dad Zhuang stepped aside to let the two children in.

"Yeah! Good dad, goodbye dad!" Zhuang Xinian threw off his little shoes and ran into the house with a "thump thump thump".

Jiang Shaoheng stood at the entrance and explained Zhuang Xinian's situation to Zhuang's father, then watched Zhuang's father leave. After closing the door, he didn't go to Zhuang Xinian, but went back to his home.

As soon as Zhuang Xinian got home, she got into the studio.

The flash of inspiration in the morning has been firmly grasped by her.

For this competition, she can draw a series of paintings as the content of the competition, and the theme is the same person.

With inspiration, Zhuang Xinian started to draw very fast.

She locked herself in the studio, and it took three and a half hours from the time she came back to when Zhuang's father came to cook for her and called her.

In these three and a half hours, it took her two hours to complete the first painting and one and a half hours to color it.

Zhuang's father hasn't officially started teaching her this kind of painting that needs to be colored, but in the previous teaching, he broke it up and mixed it in, and taught her slowly bit by bit.

In addition, when Zhuang's father was painting, he never shy away from Zhuang Xinian. Zhuang Xinian sometimes painted, and when she was tired of painting, she would wander over to Zhuang's father to watch him paint.

Under such immersion, even if Zhuang Xinian had never formally studied color painting, he had already mastered it, the only difference was a little practice.

And during these three hours, Zhuang Xinian was probably overwhelmed with inspiration, and the picture was too vivid and profound, so the painting went very smoothly, without any extra strokes or shortcomings.

When Dad Zhuang came over to call her, she had just finished painting the last stroke.

After finishing the painting, she pulled a piece of white cloth to cover her finished work in a very serious manner, which was quite mysterious.

Father Zhuang couldn't see anything either.

However, this is the little girl's own painting, and Dad Zhuang would not open it without her permission.

And when Zhuang Xinian came out of the studio to eat, what made Zhuang's father and Jiang Shaoheng feel the most obvious was that she was eating faster, and she ate a lot, and she looked happy.

So, they knew, the little girl was going well.

Since it went well, they didn't need to ask so many questions.

But when lunch was about to end, Zhuang Xinian said, "Father, this time I want to draw a series of paintings, there are three in total."

Zhuang's father didn't have much surprise on his face, but there was no shortage of surprise in his eyes.

"Series of paintings?"

"Yes! Yes!" Zhuang Xinian nodded, and then said, "No matter what the results of the series are, I want to finish them! Because they give me such a good feeling!"

Zhuang's father nodded without any objection.

He has always pursued a free-range policy, whether it is the growth of the child, the study of the child, or the decision of the child's mind.

He believes that if children have their own ideas, let them realize this idea by themselves, which is very beneficial to their growth.

　By the time you see this chapter updated, I should have already boarded the plane.

　　Don't forget to wish me a safe journey with a ticket!
　　Than heart!
　　Happy reading!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)