President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

What's the situation?

Qin Su was extremely confused, "Dou Ya'er, why are you washing your brushes here? Don't you have any drawings?"

Dou Ya'er raised her head and kept moving her hands, "It's time to paint. My sister is painting, and Kebao and I are doing it."

After hearing this, Qin Su noticed that Kebao was squatting not far away, sharpening a pencil.

It's really a start.

As for Aibo, he sat in front of the easel, facing the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and carefully sketched one stroke at a time.

In fact, there is a sharp contrast with his two brothers.

Nan Qing thought this was arranged by the art teacher and wanted to step forward to question him.

Yes, Douyaer and Kebao's painting skills are indeed not as good as Aibo, but they shouldn't be treated differently.

It’s time for the children to feel sad in their hearts.

Just as he was about to seek justice, he was stopped by Dou Ya'er.

Dou Ya'er shook her head like a rattle and said in a sincere voice, "Mommy, I just like to wash my sister's pens. Don't go to the teacher, just let me wash them!"

Kebao also said, “I can learn a lot by sharpening pencils, and I am willing to continue sharpening them.”

Something is wrong with these two people.

Qin Su frowned, "What's going on?"

The two little guys looked at each other, a little embarrassed, and said in a muffled voice, "Mommy, we are not good at painting, and we really don't want to learn anymore."

The main reason is that I don’t have as much talent as my younger sister, so I can’t start painting landscapes right away.

The two of them are now tasked with painting eggs.

I almost vomited from drawing, but the teacher didn’t mean to stop yet.

I originally learned painting together just to accompany my sister. If painting eggs causes me to have a conditioned reaction to the drawing paper and makes me want to vomit when I see it, then how can I praise my sister's paintings every day?

So as soon as the two people discussed it, they started to find other things to do.

One washes the pen and the other sharpens it.

Anyway, I can do anything, but I can't continue painting eggs.

Qin Su almost laughed out of anger.

But when I thought about it again, I felt it was nothing.

Originally, every child has different hobbies. If he is not interested in painting, he can’t force it, right?

Just do whatever you want to do!

Qin Su just told Ke Bao to be careful when sharpening his pencil, and then walked to Ai Bao.

In just half an hour, Aibo's painting has begun to take shape.

Almost as soon as he holds the brush in his hand, Aibo already knows in his mind where to draw, and he writes decisively and crisply, without any sloppiness, and his brushstrokes are very precise and mature.

Qin Su took art as an elective in college, and I remember that when the teacher demonstrated on the stage, he was in this style.

That's great. It seems that Aibo can make great achievements in this area in the future.

As a biological mother, Qin Su is of course happy.

She stood nearby and tried not to make any noise so as not to disturb Aibo.

After the painting was finished and Ai Bao put down the pen, Qin Su possessed her and kissed her on the forehead, "My darling, you are awesome!"

Really proud of her.

After praising Ai Bao, he turned to look at Dou Ya'er and Ke Bao.

With the attitude of treating everyone equally, Qin Su also ran over and blew a kiss to each of them.

"The pen is so clean."

"The pencil sharpens beautifully!"

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