After kissing her brother, Xiaohua hugs her father and kisses him hard. The kiss is so busy.
Jiangchen holds Xiaohua and bends his mouth to ask, "why haven't you slept yet?"
"I draw." Xiaohua said the reason why she didn't sleep. She was so proud that she slipped down from Jiangchen and ran to the bedroom. Then she ran out and held up the drawing board in her arms like a treasure to Jiangchen.
"Did you draw this?" Looking at the colorful things on the drawing board, Jiang Chen couldn't identify what he was painting.
But Xiaohua is very proud, very loud "MM!" He let out a cry.
"What are you drawing?" Asked Jiang Chen.
"Little flower answers aloud," elder brother
When he saw the colorful things on the drawing board, the corners of his mouth smoked, and his handsome face was full of disgust, "it's not me!"
Xiaohua stressed: "it's brother!"
Diandian said, "it's about you!"
Xiaohua thought that her brother didn't believe that what she drew was his brother. She looked at him with her neck raised. Her face was full of seriousness and said, "it's not me, it's my brother!"
This time, Diandian even retorted lazily. He picked up his schoolbag and went into the room. He had to do his homework.
Xiaohua looks at her brother's back and pouts her mouth.
She drew her brother, but he didn't praise her. How happy she is!
Looking at Xiaohua's pitiful appearance waiting for praise, Jiang Chen could only say without conscience: "Xiaohua's brother... Is... Abstract..."
Jiang Chen thinks it's not easy to find a suitable adjective to describe Xiaohua's paintings.
As for the adjective "abstract", Xiaohua obviously can't pay attention to it. She looks up at her father and says, "ah? What's the receiver
Jiang Chen corrects Xiaohua: "it's not an image, it's abstract."
However, the export of floret is still "harvest elephant."
Jiang Chen is not in a hurry. He patiently teaches Xiaohua over and over again. Finally, when he teaches Xiaohua for the eighth time, she doesn't say anything wrong again.
"Dad, what is abstraction?" Asked the little flower.
Jiang hen thought about it and said, "abstraction is the space that can give people a lot of imagination."
Xiaohua continued: "what is the space of imagination?"
There are always 100000 whys in a child's heart at this age.
Before Jiang Chen spoke, Lin Yixia, who was standing at the door of the bathroom after taking a bath and listening to what father and daughter had said for a long time, couldn't help laughing. She came over, reached out her hand, touched Xiaohua's head and said, "that means you draw beautifully!"
This kind of words is really against one's will. Lin Yixia is secretly glad that he went back to his room. Otherwise, he would be in a hurry when he heard this.
Xiaohua immediately danced happily and grinned,
She sat in her father's arms, chattering all the time, saying what she had eaten and what she had done today... Jiang Chen didn't feel bored, and listened to Xiaohua with a smile. Until drowsiness came up, he arched his head in his father's arms, grabbed his father's clothes with both hands, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Jiangchen then picked up Xiaohua and went to the bedroom. He put Xiaohua on the bed and gently covered Xiaohua with a quilt. Then he kissed Xiaohua on the forehead and walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, Lin Yixia is sitting on the sofa eating fruit. Seeing Jiang Chen coming, he forks up a Hami melon and hands it to Jiang Chen.
Jiang said while eating Hami melon: "my wife fed it, it's very sweet."