my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 40 Rice Fields
Thinking of this, Xin Jingting started to have a headache again, "Leave this matter to me, and I will handle it." He actually wondered if his father-in-law bought the house?But the man's self-esteem made him really unable to say this to Liu Yi. What he thought in his heart was to go back and beg his parents...

After he comforted Liu Yi, he went back that night. As a result, the two elders went to bed early, no one paid attention to him, but the light was on in his daughter's room. He knocked on the door, walked in, and saw his daughter practicing drawing.

The little girl, daubing colors on the canvas, already has some appearance.

When I got closer, I found that the picture was a bit familiar. Is it a rice field?
Looking closely, it was confirmed that it was the rice field. There was still a photo of the rice field that she used as a template on the easel. It was taken when he took his family on vacation in an ancient village in the south three years ago.

Looking at the photo, he felt a sour and unspeakable feeling rushing back and forth in his heart.

He is the son of a painter, and he has basic skills since he was a child. He was also known as a gifted scholar, but the ups and downs of the business world over the years have cast a layer of copper on his talent.

He went up to take his daughter's paintbrush, dabbed on her painting, and returned the paintbrush to her after a while, "Look at it again." After all, he has many years of practice, and it's okay to give advice to his daughter.

However, Xin Wan pursed her lips, dipped in the paint, covered the place he had altered, and changed it back to the way she painted it.

really stubborn...

Like a small walnut.

Also like...Wen Yinwei.

He sighed in his heart and asked her, "Why do you think Dad's paintings are not good?"

Xin Wan didn't look at him at all, just kept staring at the canvas, coloring little by little, "Grandma said, everyone sees beauty differently, what you think is beautiful, I don't think it is beautiful, and what you think is not beautiful may not necessarily be unbeautiful. Grandma said, whether it is painting or life, you must have your own persistence."

"..." Xin Jingting felt that he had a demon in his heart, right?Why does everyone's words have a second meaning to him?Besides, a little person, only in the second grade, knows what persistence is?He is overthinking it.

I wanted to talk to my daughter about what happened tonight, but seeing the situation, I couldn’t open my mouth anymore, but I wanted to chat with my daughter, thinking that my daughter actually likes to make color with her father, I feel that I have also learned this craft, so I started from Chat here.

He smiled, "Wanwan, why do you like making colors? Aren't you afraid of hard work?"

Xin Wan is still painting her rice fields bit by bit, with a pair of apricot-like eyes, exactly like Wen Yinwei, the colors on the canvas are reflected in the pupils, colorful but clear, her pointed chin is slightly upturned, and the tip of her nose Also curled up, and with her long and curled eyelashes, she was supposed to be a delicate and immature little girl, however, the whole pink face was tense, with a stubbornness and coldness that did not match her age.

She even has the same temperament as her mother...

She painted the rice fields green in spring, and the words were crisp and clear, "The rice fields are green in spring, and turn golden in autumn. Grandpa said that time will change everything, only the color, even after 1000 years, green will still be green, yellow Still yellow."

Xin Jingting had the urge to run away.

If he still couldn't understand what his daughter meant, he would be a complete fool!However, is this something a second grader can say?I don't know how her parents taught her!
The lights in the room were too bright, and the embarrassment of having nowhere to hide made him unable to stay any longer, and his dignity as a father was also crushed to pieces at this moment.

(End of this chapter)