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"Look at your swollen belly, it really looks like a ball." Sister Lian glanced at Beibei's belly, then reached out to touch it, and it was really bulging.Sure enough, the food made by my mother is very tempting, and I usually don't want to let her eat more, but this meal is good, and I made up for it all at once.

Beibei smiled embarrassedly. She did eat a lot tonight, but the food that Mommy cooked was really delicious. I wish I could eat her food every day.

"Aunt Lian, I don't want to sit still, my stomach is bloated and uncomfortable, I'm going to take a walk in the yard." After Beibei finished speaking, she got up from the sofa.

"Wait, take the biscuits to Goudanzi, and come back to take a shower and sleep after playing for an hour, understand?" Sister Lian stopped the person in time, asked her to bring the biscuits, and set a time so that Bei Bei Play crazy and don't know to come back.

Gu Xiaoman just finished washing the dishes, wiped off the water on his hands, and went out with Beibei.

On the way, Beibei asked him to take the biscuits, and asked about that person carefully.

Although she answered all Beibei's questions with a smile, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed in her heart. Such a lovely child, if she really... What will happen to her in the future?

At the door of Goudanzi's house, Beibei knocked on the door politely, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Goudanzi is at home alone, and his mother has not come back from his aunt's house. His dinner tonight is two steamed buns and the rotten porridge cooked in the morning.

Hearing Beibei's voice, Goudanzi hurriedly covered the food, ran to open the door, saw the person standing behind her, was a little stunned, and then shouted: "Hello, Auntie, Beibei, Are you coming to play with me? But my mother is not at home, I have to stay and watch the house, how about we play in the yard?"

Beibei nodded and handed the biscuits to Goudanzi. He opened the bag of biscuits and generously invited them to eat together.

She just took two biscuits from the bag, handed one of them to Gu Xiaoman, and didn't touch the biscuits in the bag again.

Two little kids competed to draw on a piece of dirt in the yard with branches, while Gu Xiaoman sat aside and acted as a referee.

The two competed to draw a puppy. Beibei drew a puppy with flowers on its head, while Goudanzi drew a dog with a fish in its mouth, which looked weird.

Beibei ran to Gu Xiaoman's side expectantly, and led her to the puppy they drew, hoping that Mommy would praise her painting: "Mummy, Mommy, look at the puppy I drew, it's Isn't it very cute?"

"Well, yes, but what is Goudanzi drawing?" Gu Xiaoman pointed at the dog painted by Goudanzi, wondering if this is a dog that likes to eat fish?

"I also drew a dog." Goudanzi said in a low voice. In fact, he deliberately drew an extra fish in the dog's mouth, so that he would lose, right?Because he was used to it, no matter what, he would give in to Bei Bei, but occasionally he would not give in once or twice, and it was precisely this time or two that made him even more afraid to do so.

If Beibei gets angry, she can not talk to him for a whole day.Although Beibei ignored him, he could go to play with other children, but he didn't know why, but he just liked to give way to Beibei, and liked to see her proud smile.

"I think Goudanzi's paintings are more creative. If love has God's will, one day, dogs love to eat fish, cats don't like to catch mice, and everything is not played according to common sense, it must be very interesting, right?" Gu Xiaoman looked at it at a glance Goudanzi came out on purpose to let Beibei. When he drew the puppy, his brushwork was very skillful. He must have drawn it often, but after he finished painting, he paused for a moment, and then drew a fish in the dog's mouth.

This answer surprised both of them. Goudanzi paid attention to Beibei's expression, afraid that she would cry in the next second, and said anxiously: "I just scribbled. I really can't draw as well as you."

Beibei pursed her mouth in displeasure, and looked at the paintings she drew seriously, and then at Goudanzi's paintings. It seemed that, as Mommy said, his paintings were more creative.

Painting is inherently unconstrained, you can draw whatever you think of, and there is no right or wrong.