Film Emperor's Death-Seeking Fiance

Part 51

Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi, "Did you forget something?" For example, I can't paint.

Of course Yan Qingchi hadn't forgotten, "You just draw a single stroke, it's easy."

Jiang Mochen took it dubiously, and drew a vertical line at the corner.

He returned the pen to Yan Qingchi, and Yan Qingchi handed the pen to Chess, "Chess also draw a stroke, and then Dad will make you a magic trick."

Chess took the pen and bit his lip for a moment. Not far from Jiang Mochen's vertical line, he also drew a vertical line and returned the pen to him expectantly.

Yan Qingchi said, "I'm optimistic."

Then he began to paint. He painted very quickly. In some places, he added a lot of things, and in some places it was only shallow. It quickly became the trunk of a tree, extending out branches and flowers, as well as floating petals.

The short vertical line drawn next to the chess game was drawn by him as a small tree with just one or two branches out.

Yan Qingchi painted quickly, and it didn't take long before he finished painting. The whole painting became a spring scene with cartoons. There are flowers and trees, as well as kittens and puppies and birds that fall on the branches.

Chess made a "wow", which was very pleasantly surprised, "Look so good."

Yan Qingchi signed his name in the corner, then handed the pen to Chess, "Sign your name, little painter."

Chess Qi heard that he called himself a little painter, a little shy, took the pen, earnestly, and wrote the words chess and chess one by one.

Then he handed the pen to Jiang Mochen.

"I want to sign too?" He looked at Yan Qingchi.

"Sign it, after all, you also drew it."

"Well, sign it." Chess handed the pen to him again.

Jiang Mochen had to take it, and wrote his name under the name of chess. He was used to signing, and picking up the pen was a habit. Only when I was wronged by Xiaoqiqi and stared at his name for a long time, he asked him in a puzzled manner, "Father, did you draw another stroke? But now I don't draw anymore. I need to write the name."

Yan Qing Chi lowered his head and snickered.

Jiang Mochen had no choice but to write his own name under his own inertial signature, and he was satisfied with the game. He pointed to their three names and read word by word, "Yan Qingchi, Chess, Jiang Mochen."

"Yeah."

Chess was very happy looking at the painting, so he said cheerfully, " Let's draw another one!"

Jiang Mochen almost missed his son's words, but Yan Qingchi assured him, "You can paint whatever you want. You can draw all vertical lines."

Jiang Mochen said. Only after a sigh of relief, the children are all in debt! Young father Jiang Mochen sighed.

So, when a new round of painting began, Jiang Mochen completely obeyed Teacher Yan's guidance, and all vertical lines were drawn. Chess said, "You can't do this."

Jiang Mochen didn't change his face and his heart beats, "Listen to your father."

Chess When I went to see Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi touched his head, "Wait a while for you to make a magic trick." Then the

chess was relieved, and he drew carefully.

When the Yanqing Pool was over, he connected Jiang Mochen's vertical line into a piece and drew it into a fence. Inside the fence was a small wooden house. There were several chickens eating rice in front of the house, and a dog was lying next to it. In the arms of the little girl.