Chapter 230： Engagement (9)

"Oh, that's for the father." Nangong Mu was indifferent. He knows his daughter's painting skills, which is really good, but his son's painting skills are as good as those of a five-year-old child. Xu is good, but his son is already twelve. Years old……

After Nangong Xin put the painting on the table and flattened it, Nangong Mu only took a look, her expression became serious, and her heart became interested. This painting is really good, but which part was painted by the daughter and which was painted by the son?

Lin also came together to look at it and praised it: "It's a very good picture! This **** is so wonderful! This plumeria seems to be blowing your nose!"

When Nangong Xin praised her mother, her eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky. She was about to say that the **** were painted by herself, but her mouth was covered by Nangong Yan. Nangong Xin looked at her sister with an innocent look, and Nangong Xu made a "hush" gesture, so he made a mysterious statement: "Dad, mother-in-law, this picture was painted by my brother and sister first. After something went wrong, the other modified it. You say, who is the person who draws, and who is the person who modified it? "

Both Nangong Mu and Lin clan looked at each other. As a matter of course, it is natural that the son accidentally wrote the pen and the daughter happened to see him, so he wrote to modify it.

Nangong Mu appreciated the painting carefully, and felt that her daughter's painting skills had improved greatly, and she was able to modify a failed painting so that it could not be traced out. She was indeed her own daughter!

only……

He thought again and again, if it was a matter of course, why would a daughter sell her offense deliberately, and her daughter is not the kind of character who likes to show off her skills.

Can't do it ...

An idea loomed in his mind, and he looked unbelievably towards Nangong Xin.

His body was shaking slightly, and it took a while before he said hardly, "Xin brother, can you tell your father?"

At this time, Nangong Yan has put down his hand and looked at Nangong Xin with a smile, as if to say, brother, you say it.

Nangong Xin was refreshed and hurriedly pointed at the snow scene and plum blossoms in the painting: "The plum blossoms and snow were painted by my sister, and the **** were painted by me!" He couldn't hide his pride.

Nangong Yan added for him: "I was drawing a snow-scape plum blossom, who knew that I had lost all my care. Just when my brother came to see me, I drew a pair of **** for me." She pointed at one of the tits. Yuyi said, "This is the one I drew wrong."

Lin couldn't believe her ears, her eyes were red, she pulled her son, choked and praised: "Brother Xin, you draw so well! So good ..." At this moment, her language was so barren , Can only use the simplest and most direct language to express her inner excitement and joy.

Nangong looked at the tit's wings in amazement, and couldn't tell the mood at the moment. He had already accepted the fact that his son had a low mentality, and only wished that he could take care of his son until he was old, but now, there is a glimmer of hope in his eyes ... maybe his son may also recover! He doesn't expect his son to be extremely smart, but only hopes that he can be like an ordinary person!

"Xin brother," Nangong Mu suddenly said, "Do you like to paint?"

"Like it!" Nangong Xin nodded vigorously, followed the fingers and said, "I also like carving, weaving, playing with mud ..."

If before, Nangong Mu could only feel sad when he heard these words, but at this moment he couldn't hold back his smile, and said, "How would dad teach you to draw in the future?" Not only that, maybe he could also teach Xin Brother Carving ...

"Okay!" Nangong Xin nodded vigorously, his eyes brightened, "Daddy, you taught me to draw big black. I have done it a few times, how can I not paint well ..."

The two fathers and sons talked about how to draw Dahei, and Lin and Nangong Xi laughed aside.

When the family was enjoying themselves, Ruyi suddenly entered the house and saluted everyone: "I've seen the second master, the second wife, the second master, and the third girl." Followed the obituary and said, "The third girl, the queen beside the queen mother, came It is said that the queen lady has a mouthful for the girl. "

There was a hint of surprise in Nangong Yan's eyes, and he busily said, "I'll pass."