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chapter eight:

In the quiet room, three people were sitting around the small round table. Chess and chess sat in the middle, drawing with colored pencils.

Jiang Mochen looked at his actions, and there was only one thought in his mind - if the time went back 20 minutes, he would definitely refuse neatly when Yan Qingchi finished saying "Do you want to paint together?" He can tell Qiqi that he still has something to do, and he can promise Qiqi that he will paint with him next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, and chess and chess sitting at a table, ready to paint.

Jiang Mochen looked at the colored pencils in front of him, and felt a burst of regret in his heart. He raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi, gave him a stern look, and deeply felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi enter the room today. This is fine!

Twenty minutes ago, Jiang Mochen had just entered the room and started to draw chess and chess. He painted very seriously, and even after painting, he even painted the puppy with a watercolor pen. After everything was done, he sat up straight, looked at Jiang Mochen, and then looked at Yan Qingchi.

He was young, and his paintings were inevitably immature. They were standard children's painting methods. However, after seeing his paintings, Yan Qingchi added a small painting next to his puppy according to his painting method. dog.

Qiqi bent his eyes to look at his painting. After he finished the painting, he naturally transferred the painting to Jiang Mochen, waiting for him to paint one too.

As a result, the above-mentioned Jiang Mochen's depressed and regretful mentality appeared.

Jiang Mochen looked at the painting that suddenly appeared in front of him, and only hated himself for slipping into the house, and he hated it for eternity. He thought it was just Yan Qingchi teaching chess and chess to draw, and then he thought to see if they could get along and accompany chess and chess along the way, but what's going on now, why does he need to draw too!

He thought for a while, then looked at the culprit again, "Aren't you going to teach him to draw? Is that how you teach?"

Yan Guikui held one hand and calmly said, "Drawing is not just for fun, let's play it first, and I will teach him when he is happy with chess and chess."

"You can teach him now." Jiang Mochen deliberately put emphasis on the word "now".

Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids, looked at him slightly, and thought that he had been staring at him hatefully when he lowered his head just now, and now he had a guess, he retracted his arms, and said slowly: "Alright, But I am a guest after all, and you are the father of chess, so why don't we teach chess together?"

After Yan Qingchi finished speaking, without waiting for him to refuse, he took out a piece of white paper from the table and handed it over with a smile, "You can draw casually first, I will learn about your style of painting with Qiqi, and then we will divide the work to teach. ."

Jiang Mochen looked at the smile on his face, and was stunned by his series of sleazy manipulations... This is intentional! This is definitely intentional! This is fine!

Facing the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand, he couldn't take it for a while, and he couldn't take it if he didn't, so he could only say coldly, "Draw it first."

Yan Qingchi was not shy, he took a piece of colored pencil and began to draw on the white paper. Qiqi saw that he was drawing fast, so he leaned over to look at it, and after a while, he saw an eye that looked like it appeared on the paper. A puppy that seems to be smiling.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"

Qiqi nodded, he reached out and touched the puppy on the painting, and said softly: "Cute."

Jiang Mochen looked at it coldly, and saw that Yan Qingchi's style of painting was somewhat similar to comics, but probably to cater to his chess preferences, he deliberately drew more cartoonishly.

He was looking at it when he saw Yan Qingchi raised his head and bumped into his eyes, his eyes met, Jiang Mochen was sure that he saw joking and smugness in Yan Qingchi's eyes. Jiang Mochen gritted his teeth silently, and heard Yan Qingchi laugh, "I'm done painting, Young Master Jiang, it's your turn to paint."

Qiqi heard this and turned to look at Jiang Mochen, with obvious anticipation in his eyes.

Jiang Mochen looked at the expectation in his eyes, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat. Should he ask him to say to Qiqi: I'm sorry, Qiqi, Dad can't draw? Jiang Mochen felt that he couldn't say it. It was really terrible. Even after more than 20 years, he still lacked the courage to face this fact...

Yan Qingchi looked at him embarrassed, and guessed that his conjecture was true. He never thought that Jiang Mochen, a novel male protagonist, was not good at drawing. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to be alive, and it was no longer the thin text symbol he used to read.

He verified his thoughts, and didn't want to embarrass Jiang Mochen, so he said: "Forget it, a rich and proud person like Jiang Shao probably learned orthodox painting such as sketching when he was young, and he drew the style of chess and chess with me. It’s not the same, let me teach you.”

Jiang Mochen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's really hard work for Teacher Yan."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "You're welcome."

Jiang Mochen: ...Heh.

Qiqi listened to the conversation between the two of them, and when Yan Qingchi said that he was the one to teach, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qingchi.

He took another piece of paper, pointed at the dog that Yan Qingchi had drawn alone before, looked at him, and did not speak.

"Do you want me to teach you to draw this?" Yan Qingchi induced her to speak.

Qiqi nodded and looked at him with bright eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi looked at the yearning in his eyes, felt his silence, and felt a little distressed for a while.

Although there are many people in this world who are silent and do not like to talk, but chess and chess should not be like this. He has a childlike curiosity and love for many things, and he is willing and willing to accept new things. Although he does not speak a lot of the time, But he looked at you with open eyes that could talk. Contact Yanqingchi

After taking a look at himself, the problem of chess and chess in his heart should still be psychological. He was probably reminded by someone, or he was trying to protect himself, so he was quiet and obedient, not saying much and not doing much.

This can't be changed in a day or two, but he is not in a hurry. If their marriage goes well, he will still have half of his life to live with this child, which can always make him no longer afraid, like ordinary children, talk about Noisy.

Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper. He glanced at the chess and chess, and the chess and chess understood what he meant very intelligently, and also picked up the pen and drew a stroke imitating it. Then, when Yan Qingchi saw Qiqi, he naturally turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen.

Jiang Mochen stopped when he saw Qiqi turned to look at himself. He looked at Yan Qingchi unconsciously, and was a little surprised to see Yan Qingchi. Jiang Mochen glared at Yan Qingchi again angrily, and secretly said, he really shouldn't let Yan Qingchi watch chess today, it's good, not only let himself paint, but also let himself learn to paint!

Jiang Mochen can't wait to stand up and leave this room immediately, or jump over the chess and chess, beat Yan Qingchi's dog head, let him show again, let him do it again!

Yan Qingchi looked at him and stared at him, silently defending himself: I'm wronged, I didn't let you learn.

"It's not that you just asked me to paint." Jiang Mochen retorted silently.

Yan Qingchi felt that he was really innocent: I obviously helped you out of the siege just now, okay? Otherwise, you will show your drawing skills to Chess and Chess right now.

Jiang Mochen looked at him with a sneer: Who is the culprit in this incident?

Yan Qingchi's eyes widened at once, and the next second, he looked at him with a look of sadness mixed with innocence mixed with grievances and even some heartache.

Jiang Mochen couldn't bear to watch it and turned his head away, it was too spicy, this scene was too scary for him to watch.

Seeing him turn his head, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing. The corner of his lips curled up when he saw Qiqi looking at him. Yan Qingchi was about to ask him what was wrong, when he saw Qiqi and turned to look at Jiang Mochen, Jiang Mochen had to look down at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

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