The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 98 0098. Do you want to learn to draw? (3)

Zhuang Xinian is actually more familiar with Jiang Shaoheng's room than Jiang's.

Since the two families opened up the two balconies two years ago, Zhuang Xinian has found a new way to play.

He ran from the balcony and lay down on the glass door to scare Jiang Shaoheng.

In the beginning, Jiang Shaoheng would occasionally be frightened by Zhuang Xinian once or twice, but later on, he would stop, but every time Zhuang Xinian tried to scare him, he would still cooperate to pretend to be frightened .

Because every time Zhuang Xinian saw him being scared, Zhuang Xinian could smile very happily. To describe it in one sentence, "smiles like a child who weighs two hundred pounds".

"Brother Shaoheng, hurry up and finish the homework that Father Jiang gave you! I'll just prepare these tools myself!" Zhuang Xinian took his drawing board and hugged it in his arms, and said to Jiang Shaoheng with a smile.

"Okay, then you draw, and drink a glass of milk before going back later."

Jiang Shaoheng didn't say any polite words, needless to say, this is Zhuang Xinian's second home, if he said something like "take this place as his own home", then he would really treat Zhuang Xinian as an outsider .

Zhuang Xinian went to the bookcase and took down a painting book of Zhuang's father.

Most of these paintings were brought by Zhuang Xinian when he came over sometimes, purely to share with Jiang Shaoheng, but Zhuang Xinian always forgot to take them back after bringing them here.

However, this time it came in handy.

A petite figure sat in front of the drawing board and concentrated on drawing, and a tall and straight figure sat in front of the desk and concentrated on studying. The room was very quiet. Although there was no communication, there was a very harmonious atmosphere.

Zhuang Xinian has been painting this painting for two full hours, but in these two hours, he still hasn't finished the simplest one.

After all, Zhuang's father's paintings are all at the master level. Although Zhuang Xinian still doesn't understand, he has learned a little bit from what he has learned from him since he was a child. After painting, no matter how he looks at it, he feels that it is wrong.

"Nian Nian, it's almost time, you should go back to sleep, or Uncle Zhuang will come to you, so that you can't keep your secret." Jiang Shaoheng handed Zhuang Xi Nian a glass of warm milk.

Looking at his drawing board, Zhuang Xinian couldn't tell that it was a copy, so he threw down the brush in frustration, took the milk and drank it down.

"It's better to think about it, what Uncle Zhuang said when you went to see Uncle Zhuang with the painting book to explain the story behind each painting to you." Jiang Shaoheng looked at Zhuang Xi's paintings carefully. Having said that, he understood Zhuang Xinian's desire to paint a good picture.

After Zhuang Xinian finished drinking the milk and licked off the milk froth around her mouth, she tilted her head a little and hesitated, "But...but I almost forgot about it!"

"Then take the painting book and ask Uncle Zhuang. Ask about each picture, so that Uncle Zhuang won't be suspicious." Jiang Shaoheng took the milk cup that Zhuang Xinian had finished drinking, and patted her little head.

Zhuang Xinian nodded, "Okay, thank you Brother Shaoheng! Then Brother Shaoheng, I'm going home! Please help me clean up the things!"

Jiang Shaoheng rolled his eyes, "Okay, let's go back, see you tomorrow."

Zhuang Xinian waved her hand, then opened the glass door of the balcony and returned to her home smoothly.

　Good morning babies!
　　Hmm... probably there will be a new chapter at noon.

　　As for the notification of the group number...

　　Updates that may be at noon or at night.

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(End of this chapter)