Whose child fell here

8.

Qin Huamao was a little embarrassed. Facing such an unfamiliar neighbor, he had to ask him for something.

Yu Wenrui didn't pay attention to Qin Huamao's expression. In fact, he was a bit irresistible to the child, so when he heard this, he squatted down and looked at the child at the same level, pursed his lips and smiled, "You like my painting ?”

The child smiled brightly, and actually hugged him with two chubby hands, "I like dogs."

Yu Wenrui was a little flattered by his sudden movement, but he quickly reacted and looked up at the child's father. Sure enough, the man was staring at him, with obvious surprise in his eyes.

The child hugged Yu Wenrui's neck and did not let go, still muttering, "Brother, I want to draw."

Yu Wenrui sensed something was wrong, even though he didn't know what a three or four-year-old child looked like, but Dudu was obviously not right.

Yu Wenrui looked at the man with doubts, "He?"

After asking, he felt impolite, and asked the parents if the child had any questions...

Qin Huamao did not deny it, nor did he explain what was going on. Looking at his son who was holding the young man and not letting go, he felt that there were more and more difficult things recently.

"Can I trouble you to draw a picture for him?" Qin Huamao finally opened his mouth, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to make such a request to an unfamiliar neighbor, and planned to add, "I can give you... ..."

"No need," Yu Wenrui silenced the rest of his words. Although he was not very familiar with his neighbor, it was conceivable that he was considering paying some compensation or something.

"It's not a troublesome thing." Seeing that Qin Huamao was still about to speak, Yu Wenrui stroked the soft hair on the child's head. "I like him very much, he is very cute."

No parent can refuse someone to praise his child, and Qin Huamao obviously can't escape this law. Hearing Yu Wenrui's words, his face obviously showed a little joy.

"How about this, I'll go back and draw a picture," Yu Wenrui picked up the child tentatively, and the child obediently let him pick him up, "You guys go back first, I will send it to you when I finish the drawing, May I?"

If you want to draw, you have to go back to your room to get paper and pens, but it seems inappropriate to just leave the two of them here, but Yu Wenrui didn't want them to enter his room, so he chose this way of doing.

Qin Huamao nodded, and tried to take the child from Yu Wenrui's hand, but unfortunately the child did not agree with him at the moment, and hugged Yu Wenrui's neck tightly and did not let go.

Qin Huamao showed a little bit of helplessness on a rare occasion, so Yu Wenrui had no choice but to try to coax the child, "Dudu, you go back with Dad first, and my brother has gone to draw a picture before sending it to you."

Hearing the young man's softened voice, Qin Huamao felt uncomfortable for a while, and Yu Wenrui seemed to have noticed this, and couldn't help but blush.

Fortunately, the effect was good. Unexpectedly, the child obediently let go, and took the initiative to send it to Qin Huamao's arms. Yu Wenrui also let go in time, and the two successfully completed the handover.

Qin Huamao took the child, but didn't move a bit. Yu Wenrui saw that he seemed to have taken root here, blinked, and pointed to his room, "I'm going to paint, you go back first?"

"Ah, okay, I'm sorry," Qin Huamao turned around and returned home with his son in his arms.

After sending the father and son away, Yu Wenrui let out a sigh of relief. If Dudu hadn't been in the middle, he would never have exchanged five sentences with someone like Qin Huamao.

Returning to his studio, there was still an unfinished oil painting on the easel inside. Yu Wenrui found the sketchbook he usually took outside, thought for a while, and then started to write.

What he wants to draw is Doodle.

Although he doesn't spend much time with children, Yu Wenrui has a very good memory. He can draw the appearance of Dudu in his mind when he closes his eyes, and what he wants now is to draw the contents of his head. come out.

With the idea in mind, the writing became very fast. In just a few strokes, the outline of the child was outlined, plus the characteristic big eyes, cute watermelon head and chubby little hands and feet , and soon, a pair of Q-version toots appeared on the paper.

The child is already cute, and the Q version magnifies the cuteness. Yu Wenrui held it to look at it a few times, then went to get the colored pencils, and carefully colored it.

Satisfied at last, Yu Wenrui took the drawing paper and went out.

It took a long time for the door next door to open. Surprisingly, Qin Huamao was wearing a colorful apron that didn't really match his image.

Dazed for a moment, Yu Wenrui handed the drawing paper in his hand to the child standing at the door, and then prepared to go back.

"mom!"

As soon as the sound came out, the two adult men present all focused their attention on the child.

Yu Wenrui thought that the mother of the child was coming, and wanted to leave even more, but Qin Huamao was shocked and looked at the young man several times.

"Then I'll go first," Yu Wenrui held the doorknob with one hand and was about to open the door, but then he felt his thigh sink, and a child was picked up.

Just as Yu Wenrui was about to pull the child away, he saw him yelling at him again, "Mom."

Yu Wenrui:? ? ? ! ! ! !

When did he have such a big boy?

Yu · forced to be a mother · Wen Rui's voice was a little weak, and he questioned Qin Huamao's life, "What does he mean?"

Qin Huamao's expression has been a little cracked all the time. He doesn't care about Yu Wenrui's mood now, so he wants to hug his son.

No matter what the situation is, it would not be a friendly experience for a grown man to be hugged by a child and recognize his mother on the spot.

The child hugged her tightly with both hands, Qin Huamao tried hard but did not tear him away, and saw the child turned his head, holding the wrinkled drawing paper, "Mom draws toot ,the same."

A flash of light flashed in Qin Huamao's mind, and he suddenly realized what his son meant, so he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled apologetically at Yu Wenrui, and explained, "Sorry, Dudu is thinking of the picture his mother drew for him. gone."

Qin Huamao's memory is a little far away, and he vaguely remembers that she is also a person who likes to draw.

After such an explanation, Yu Wenrui turned his dazed head back, "It's okay, it's okay, the painting is delivered, so I'll leave first."

Qin Huamao watched his hand put on the doorknob again, and asked in a mysterious way, "Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

After all, he felt a little inappropriate, and looked at his son who didn't plan to talk to him in some embarrassment, but saw that his son was raising his head with an expectant expression on his face.

Yu Wenrui saw that the father and son were trying to keep him in this way, and he couldn't move for a while, and finally he was defeated by the child's eager eyes, "Okay, excuse me."

Seeing that Yu Wenrui planned to stay, the child really let go of his legs immediately, looked at his father again, and patted the cabinet beside him.

Qin Huamao was a little uncomfortable with his son's active actions, but he still opened the shoe cabinet next to him and took out a pair of brand new slippers.

Seeing his father taking out the shoes, the child immediately overtook his work, holding the drawing paper with one hand and not letting go, and putting the shoes in place with difficulty with the other hand, and then adjusted it again when he felt that the arrangement was not neat.

Yu Wenrui couldn't help showing a smile on his face as he watched the child put his shoes on, and then changed the shoes with his expectant eyes, "Thank you, Dudu."

After changing his shoes, the child rushed to the front, and the two adults followed behind him and walked into the living room together.

Next to the entrance hallway is a row of wooden cabinets, which are partitioned with frosted glass. It is not until you enter the living room that you feel suddenly enlightened.

The decoration of the house is very simple, and the main furniture is made of wood. Yu Wenrui doesn't know much about these, and only thinks that it looks like two words, high-end.

In the decoration designed with a bit of cold style, there are many objects for children. Although it seems a bit disharmonious, it feels a bit more life-like.

After Yu Wenrui came here, he felt a little regretful, and even began to wonder why he agreed to such a request just now. In such an unfamiliar environment, facing the father and son who were also not very familiar, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit on the sofa During this period, his eyes followed Dudu all the time. Compared with an older man, Dudu obviously made him more relaxed.

Qin Huamao was keenly aware of the young man's evasive gaze on him, so he offered to leave, "There are still unfinished dishes in the kitchen, so please play with Dudu for a while."

Yu Wenrui wished that he would leave quickly, and he responded happily. After Qin Huamao left, he breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Dudu standing beside him, with his hands on his thighs.

The child's movements made his thighs itch. Yu Wenrui stretched out his hand and grabbed those little fleshy hands in his palm, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you like the painting I drew?"

"I like it." As soon as this was mentioned, the child immediately ran to the coffee table, and took out a book that was a bit big for him from the lower drawer. After opening it, Yu Wenrui saw his book from the day before The cartoon dog drawn for the child, the child turned back another page, and clipped in the drawing paper he brought over today. The drawing paper was a little crumpled by him just now, so he deliberately painted The paper smoothed out a bit.

Turning the book forward, Yu Wenrui saw many patterns drawn with crayons. The child tried hard to turn a few pages, and spread the book out for Yu Wenrui to read.

Two people are drawn with crayons on it, one is taller, and a few long waves are drawn with a red crayon on it, and a big red lip is painted on it, while the other is small, and a big one is drawn with a yellow crayon balloon.

The child stretched out his finger and tried to reach it, pointing at the big red wave, "Mom."

Then he pointed to the little stickman next to him, "Duddu."