The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 276 Feng Zhiting, Master of Abstract Art
After lunch, Fu Xiuyao and Feng Zhiting went to the nearby K district together. At this time, there were significantly fewer people going to K district. The scent of flowers under the sun was more intense, and it was full of fragrance.

Sure enough, when we walked inside, no one participated in the activity, and the staff walked towards them with a smile on their faces.

"How long have you two been dating?"

The actual design of the K area is not exactly the same as Fu Xiuyao's original design, and many forms of activities have been simplified. In the words of the finalizer, "Your design is too complicated, and the staff can't keep up with it and can't cooperate. "

So she had no choice but to simplify the content of the activity, and the relaxing way of playing is also good.

"We have a lot of activities, do we want to experience them one by one or select experiences?"

"The simplest one is the one that doesn't require brains and hands-on ability." Fu Xiuyao said, she knew Feng Zhiting's hands-on ability.

"Okay." The staff quickly smiled and led them to a room where plasticine of different colors was placed on the table.

Feng Zhiting stared at the cartoon table, feeling very familiar.

There is a place called kindergarten in my memory.

"Okay, our first challenge is to pinch the plasticine to guess the noun. May I ask who will pinch it?"

"Me." Fu Xiuyao knew that Feng Zhiting's hands-on ability was extremely poor, and when she thought of his piano music and cooking skills, she couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Feng Zhiting didn't notice her small thoughts, but when he saw the plasticine, he thought of the dusty past.

When he was still a so-called childhood, his mother also bought him plasticine, but his strict father felt that these things were meaningless.

He can't remember much about the past, his parents' faces are already blurred, but he still vaguely remembers a few figures and a few memorable words.

Coincidentally, the first topic Fu Xiuyao drew was piano.

That's great, Feng Zhiting will definitely recognize it.

She took out black and white plasticine, kneaded it nimbly with her fingers, and under the surprised eyes of the staff, she quickly kneaded a white piano, so that the black and white piano keys were the same size.

She showed Feng Zhiting the small piano, waiting for his answer.

"Piano." Feng Zhiting said with lowered eyes, seeing the piano, memories of the past came back to his mind again.

"Okay, let's go, sir." The staff member said with a smile.

"Huh?" Fu Xiuyao was surprised, "Swapping so quickly?"

The staff explained: "You can't achieve the fun we want to embody like this."

The implication is that you are too strong, this game doesn't make any sense.

pleasure?Is it fun to watch couples who can't guess what each other is pinching?

Under her gaze, Feng Zhiting put the drawn cards back into the box, picked out white plasticine from the table, made balls, then pressed out a rectangle to stick them together, and then took out red plasticine and squeezed them into balls. Make a big rectangle and put it under.

Fu Xiuyao:?

The staff covered their mouths and snickered, having fun.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zhiting squeezed out a rectangle out of black plasticine and put it behind the white ball. He carefully looked at his "masterpiece" and handed it to her.

"All right."

Fu Xiuyao fell into deep thought as he looked at the three rectangles with one ball.

"Do you want to add something?"

Feng Zhiting poked two holes on the ball and drew a horizontal line.

Through this abstract art, Fu Xiuyao deduced that it was a human face.

Besides, she really couldn't see anything.

Worthy of Feng Zhiting, a master of abstract art.

(End of this chapter)