411 Chapter 411 Stone Paintings (see monthly ticket)

After waiting out of the kitchen, the little guy with a full stomach ate and drank a big glass of juice, which was really satisfying.

Like the character in the game, he returns to full value, and is full of energy. He must be entangled with Fangyuan and let him paint stone paintings with her.

Fang Yuan hadn’t agreed yet, so Dad Fang spoke first, “Xinxin asked you to play with her, that’s your blessing. You don’t want to think about it. When she gets older, if you want to play with her, she won’t pay attention to you. , So the opportunity is rare, learn to cherish it."

Seeing Fang's father's principles, Fang Yuan said silently: "When I was a kid, did you treat me like this? Just let me go and play, don't bother you."

"That... can that be the same? You see how well-behaved and cute Xinxin is. When you were a child, you were like a leather monkey. I am a big man, what's fun with you?" Father Fang forcefully argued.

"Cut." Fang Yuan squinted at him, disdainfully.

"You brat, how dare you cut your old man." Father Fang stared at him, and he was about to reach out and knock Fang Yuan on the head.

"Cough." Suddenly there was a coughing sound next to him.

As soon as Father Fang turned his head, he saw Mother Fang looking at him gloomily.

Father Fang immediately withdrew his hand and said with a sneer: "I'll have fun with him, Fangyuan, right?"

Father Fang turned his head and glared at him threateningly.

Let him cooperate with himself obediently.

"No, Mom, Dad wants to hit me, and he hits me on the head. What if I become stupid again?" Fang Yuan was not afraid of him and immediately sued.

But after finishing talking, I always feel that something is wrong.

Fortunately, Fang’s mother didn’t notice it, but angered Fang’s father and said: “How old is your son, and you beat him, just say a few words, you’re so grown-up, why don’t you have any quality?”

"Yes, that's right." Fang Yuan booed aside.

"Furthermore, you don't look at how old you are. If you really start, you can beat him? Don't be beaten by him. Don't want to think about it because you have old bones?" Fang's mother continued. .

Wait, mom, are you sure you are helping me?

Fang Yuan heard the words next to him, always wondering why this is so wrong?

"Why? He dare to fight back?" Father Fang widened his eyes.

Then the husband and wife turned their heads together to look towards Fangyuan.

Circumference: (ΩДΩ)

At this moment, I heard the little guy shouting: "Dad, come on, I'm all ready, just waiting for you!"

"Oh, here I am." Fang Yuan didn't want to pay attention to them, so she turned and ran.

Then he listened to the father behind: "He avoids answering, does he want to fight back?"

"I think it is, so I said you old fellow, where is such a big anger, don't be aggressive all the time, you don't know your body, your heart is not good, you have high blood pressure..."

Fang Yuan, who has not yet gone far, listened to Fang's mother's nagging, but it was all the words of concern, which made her heart cool.

Did you really pick it up?

"Dad, grandma came to draw together, too, hurry up too." The little guy urged sitting behind the long desk.

Mother Lan also sat side by side with her, Fang Yuan packed up and walked over.

It's better to be a daughter.

"What are you going to draw?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

The little guy has a complete set of tools, brushes of various sizes, and the paint on the paint tray is also neat and tidy, looking decent.

Of course, she couldn't make these by herself. They were all helped by Mother Lan.

She also wears a small apron to prevent the paint from getting on her body, which looks very cute.

"I want to draw an owl."

The little guy picked up an oval rain flower stone, and then painted it black with black paint.

Then use white paint to draw a round eye.

Such a weird owl is complete.

Don't tell me, it's cute.

"Dad, too." Fang Yuan was also interested and sat down beside her.

Then he also chose an oval rain flower stone, and he also wanted to draw an owl.

Of course he can't draw as simple as the little guy.

Instead, he used the original gray as the body, and then drew two black wings, and then painted the net-shaped belly with white, and finally two white eyes and brown eyeballs.

"Wow, Dad is amazing." The little guy clapped his hands and praised exaggeratedly, making Fang Yuan very proud.

The blue mother beside her calmly put down the stone in her hand.

She chose a maple-leaf-shaped rain flower stone, which is larger overall.

Therefore, her painting is divided into three parts as a whole, and the top part depicts the sky in sky blue.

The trees, white clouds and seagulls flying in the sky are painted in white.

The middle part is the deep blue sea, and there are reflections of light black trees in the sea.

The bottom one uses orange land, and there is a little girl in short-sleeved shorts faintly above, shouting to the sky.

On the whole, the colors used are combined to form a chromatic contrast, giving people a strong sense of visual impact.

If Fangyuan painted it, it was a perfect craft, and Fang's mother was a work of art.

The artistic conception is far-reaching, which makes people feel a sense of openness.

Therefore, the little guy naturally did not hesitate to praise her, exaggerated and sincere childish voice, closing mother Lan happy from ear to ear.

What made her rare, the other side raised her eyebrows childishly, triumphantly.

Mother Lan was not like her father, Fang Yuan didn't dare to offend her, so she complimented her sincerely.

But it didn't go against her intentions, because Mother Lan did very well.

Maybe Fangyuan can do it too, even more delicate and detailed than her paintings.

But the artistic conception is not something that can be expressed with exquisiteness and detail.

What's more, Mother Lan is good at traditional Chinese painting, and Chinese painting itself focuses on the meaning but not the form, so she has high attainments in the expression of artistic conception.

They continued to draw until almost half past five, when Fang Yuan was about to pick up Lan Caiyi from get off work.

With the help of Fangyuan and Mother Lan, the little guy drew a lot of birds of different colors, some ugly, some pretty, with different looks.

Mother Fang also drew a picture specially.

On a barren grassland, there is a huge dead tree.

The trees are full of birds of all colors.

These birds are all kinds of stone birds painted by the little guy.

Let alone, it was originally a very flat and desolate painting.

After placing these birds of different colors, it not only increases the three-dimensionality, but also makes the picture full of childishness.

Become full of life.

"You can pick up the Caiyi, and I will take care of the rest."

Watercolor painting is just this troublesome. Every time you finish painting, you have to wash pens, plates, and people.

Especially the little guy, he has paint on his hands, face, and even his eyebrows.

Fortunately, she wore a small apron, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get any clothes.

"Let's go, go to the bathroom, Dad will help you wash it." Fang Yuan helped her take off her small apron and said.

"Okay." The little guy nodded and agreed, reaching out to pull Fangyuan.

Fang Yuan hurriedly avoided, "Don't touch me, look at your two little turtle paws, but don't get the paint on me."

It's okay not to say that Fangyuan, the little guy is enthusiastic, chasing Fangyuan hard, and must grab a hand on his clothes.

"Still fighting with the child, don't be late to pick Caiyi again." Mother Fang heard the movement in the kitchen and walked out to warn.

Fang Yuan just remembered, and hurriedly grabbed the little guy's hand, put her under her armpit and went to the bathroom to wash her hands forcibly.

Then she wiped her face with warm water and it was basically clean

The water solubility of gouache pigments is particularly good.

The little guy saw that his father had washed her clean, so he bumped his butt twice with his little head to show his dissatisfaction.