The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 417 0417. The Land of Romance, France (36)

Jiang Shaoheng smiled, put the phone on the bedside table and fixed it with a bracket, and took the hair dryer to blow it on.

The hair dryer was very loud, and even if she spoke, she couldn't hear her, so Zhuang Xinian simply stopped talking and just watched Jiang Shaoheng blowing her hair quietly.

Jiang Shaoheng had a lot of fun blowing his hair. He didn't know how to do it better, so when he did it with both hands, it was indescribably funny.

It always reminds Zhuang Xinian of the dance of the four little swans.

After drying his hair, Jiang Shaoheng didn't put away the hair dryer, he just left it there and chatted with Zhuang Xinian.

In fact, it wasn't a chat, Zhuang Xinian unilaterally said there, and Jiang Shaoheng was there to listen.

"I went to that training camp test today."

After the little girl talked about going to play in those two days, she paused and talked about today's affairs.

Jiang Shaoheng's expression remained the same, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he still had that indifferent look, "Well, what's wrong?"

Originally, I was waiting for the little girl's text, but I didn't expect that the little girl didn't have a text. Instead, she sighed with some melancholy, and then lay on the bed with her mobile phone. The expression on her face was that [Written all over her face] Full of joy.JPG] emoticon pack.

That's when I realized that something might not be right.

But he didn't ask directly, just said, "Then what's the topic of your test this time?"

The little girl on the screen paused for a while before saying sullenly, "It's your favorite, it doesn't matter whether it's a person or a thing."

"Then what did you draw?" Jiang Shaoheng asked again.

Then he saw the little girl smothering herself under the quilt with a depressed expression on her face. She held up the phone and could only see the base of her ears.

Just when Jiang Shaoheng thought she wouldn't talk anymore, Zhuang Xinian replied, "I just drew the you when we went to play a few years ago."

Jiang Shaoheng didn't think much of it, since Zhuang Xinian started to learn to draw, and now, although she has quite a few animation brushes, the only thing she hasn't left behind is to give him a portrait every year on Jiang Shaoheng's birthday.

It's just some of them hanging out, or him she's seen.

So when Zhuang Xinian said this, he really couldn't remember it for a while.

"It's the one my dad secretly gave me to participate in the children's competition."

Seeing Jiang Shaoheng's confused look, Zhuang Xinian knew he hadn't remembered.

"Well, I see. Then you have painted, so there should be no problem." Jiang Shaoheng moved from the ground to the bed and sat up.

He didn't plan to continue writing extra practice homework tonight, and he definitely didn't have extra time to spend with the little girl.

"But I think they all draw better than me..."

When the little girl said something full of self-doubt, Jiang Shaoheng knew what was wrong with her.

"It doesn't matter. I also heard from Uncle Zhuang that there are many talented people who participated in the training camp this time. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. The big deal is that we will study hard after we come back, and strive to make further progress in the future." All right."

Zhuang Xinian muttered, it was no different from saying nothing.

Then I heard Jiang Shaoheng say, "What's more, I still hope that you can come back. Although I don't object to you studying art, I still hope that you can come back and go to school with me. After all, art students also need to take cultural courses. Isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)