Chapter 1258

Nangong Luo looks up in the direction of xiaoyu'er, just catching xiaoyu'er's deliberate painting.

Nangong Luo thought carefully about her: Xiao yu'er must have been staring at him just now!

Nangong Luo walks slowly towards xiaoyu'er and comes to her desk. She finds that her painting is half finished.

Xiao yu'er's paintings are very simple, bright in color and clear in image.

Trees and houses, and adults and children standing in the flowers.

This painting looks familiar

In order to find a topic with his daughter, Nangong Luo asked, "Xiao yu'er, what are you painting?"

But did not expect small Yu son also deliberately perfunctory him, said two words: "draw."

What to draw?

Drawing.

Is that the same meaning?

I don't know whether xiaoyu'er deliberately misinterprets or really doesn't understand.

Seeing xiaoyu'er painting a figure with gray hair under the eaves, Nangong Luo suddenly remembered that he had seen a painting when he was cleaning up his grandfather's remains.

Under the eaves is the old man, in the flowers is a man and a woman holding a little girl's hand, the whole picture is full of warmth and quiet, as well as happiness and joy.

Now, Xiao yu'er's painting is the same as that one.

The difference is that in the present picture, there is only one mother beside the little girl, while the other half has a very obvious position.

It's not that xiaoyu'er can't draw, but that she is... Unwilling to draw.

Nangong Luo suddenly understood!

He deliberately asked Xiao yu'er, "Xiao yu'er, does it seem that most of the space beside the little girl in the picture is not harmonious enough?"

Small Yu son raises head, slant head to ask two words in reply, "have?"

Nangong Luo

The daughter is too clever, the father in the heart is bitter!

See small Yu son ask so serious, eyes so pure, can South Temple Luo know she is intentional.

Nangong Luo, who wants to be in the top position, never gives up.

He had the cheek to coax his daughter into painting her own!

"Little yu'er, you see, generally speaking, there should be a father and a mother beside the children, so that they can look good."

"But yu'er doesn't have a father."

"You have!" Nangong Luo steadfastly uttered two words. At the same time, he pointed to himself and poked his heart, "Xiao yu'er, you can see how to draw when you look at me."

Xiao yu'er looked up at him as if he were observing and thinking.

Just when Nangong Luo thought his plan was successful, Xiao yu'er shook her head and closed the picture book.

Nangongluo's heart

"Xiao yu'er, your paintbrush is so beautiful. Did your mother buy it for you?"

"Xiao yu'er explained:" it's a classmate's

Because when she went out today, she changed a schoolbag and accidentally left her paintbrush at home, so other children borrowed a box from her.

"Nangongluo tried to keep a smile on his face.

"Ask your classmates where they bought it tomorrow. Daddy will give you a box. No, you can choose more boxes."

"Yu'er has a box at home."

"..." I didn't know that three-year-old children were so sharp!

"I just heard your sister say that you want to go to a dessert shop to buy cakes, don't you? Later, daddy will take you

"The cake is for my classmates. Mommy bought it for me."

“！！！” Nangong Luo understood that his daughter did it on purpose.

But once so understanding daughter suddenly to exclude him, really let him some sad.

"Xiaoyu'er, do you... Hate me?"