Reborn Son

Fu Bo happily went to pick up the N-piece painting set that he had prepared for the children since he was a child, and brought it over and put it in front of Jiang Chenxi and An An.

Jiang Chenxi: "... Uncle Fu, it won't take so much..." Those!Those, those he can't use, okay?

An An blinked and said expectantly, "Brother, let's start!"

Jiang Chenxi felt a little guilty and said, "Okay, okay."

Forbe watched with a smile on his face.Jiang Chenxi said with difficulty: "That... Uncle Fu, if you are tired, go sit and have a rest. There is juice here."

Uncle Fu said: "It's okay, I'll learn too." In the future, he can also draw and play with An An.

Jiang Chenxi shed a few drops of sweat silently and did not speak.An An urged him: "Brother, hurry up!"

So Jiang Chenxi started. He took out a 2B pencil, an eraser, and a piece of sketch paper.Oh, that piece of paper is bigger than An An's head.

An An looked at him adoringly, Jiang Chenxi arranged the necessary things seriously and calmly, and suddenly remembered something, went to the pair of art paints brought by Fu Bo to pick them up, and brought over a box of colored pens.

Ann: "(⊙o⊙)"

Jiang Chenxi smiled and said, "Baby An, come, brother will teach you how to draw."

An An smiled so hard that she saw her teeth but couldn't see her eyes.

5 minutes later.Jiang Chenxi: "Look, this is a sun."

Up, down, left, and right-slip, a circle.Well, paint on the yellow crayon, and the outside is full of horizontal stripes like a hedgehog.Jiang Chenxi said: "The light from Uncle Sun."

An An also said seriously: "Well... the sun!"

- Swipe, swipe, swipe!

"The light from Uncle Sun."

Jiang Chenxi praised, "Awesome." Then he looked down, his son is really good, the painting is similar to him!

Forbe: "..." This, I can also do this, right?

Jiang Chenxi scratched her head and ears, and said, "Come on, rabbit."

A circle... Two small oval circles on the top of the head, two smaller and smaller circles in the middle, and then dot it with a black color pen, the pupils!

Oh, the mouth, the number 3 on the side, um... the body.A big circle, roar, the legs are left, two vertical strips. Ok, done!

Jiang Chenxi looked it up and down with satisfaction, and felt that it was quite similar.

An An was full of admiration, and followed him to learn. In the end, there were... two identical circles.However, it looks quite similar after being painted, although it is still very ventilated in the Van Gogh era.

Jiang Chenxi took An'an's animation western painting, and drew whatever came to her mind, without any rules at all.But this way, An An also had more fun playing, which not only allowed the children to get in touch with art colors, but also did not make the children feel resistant to learning.

Uncle Fu felt very relieved, and felt that Mr. Jiang was quite caring.

Jiang Chenxi and An An filled up the [-] or so sketch papers brought by Uncle Fu. There was a mess of everything, and there was even a piece of "handsome papa" that An Anfei wanted to draw, so Jiang Chenxi couldn't stand the child acting like a baby , then bite the bullet and teach him to paint.Of course... The style is the same as the gift he gave An An.

An An was so happy that she screamed with crayons all over her hands.

Jiang Chenxi was also very happy, An An said: "Brother, brother, shall we draw Doraemon?"

Jiang Chenxi was stunned: "Doraemon?"

An An excitedly said: "Doraemon Doraemon! Let's draw for An An, brother!"

Jiang Chenxi desperately searched for the only remaining impression of the cartoon in his mind, but he only remembered that it was a person with a big pocket from which he could take out all kinds of good things infinitely... Yuanyuan s things?

Jiang Chenxi was in a dilemma, and said: "This, this..." Daddy really can't!

"Blue Doraemon." A slightly cold voice came from the door.

An An shouted happily: "Dad!"

Jiang Chenxi twisted her neck, and saw Jiang Yucheng standing at the door with a suit jacket on one arm.

An An rushed over and hugged his thigh, Jiang Yucheng smiled lightly and bent down to pick up the child.

An An rubbed happily on his face, even rubbing the color of the crayon on Jiang Yucheng's white shirt.

Fu Bo didn't notice that his husband came back, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the colorful paw prints on Jiang Yucheng's shirt.

Uncle Fu almost fainted, ran over and said, "Here, this... Baby An, come down first, let your father change clothes."

An An pouted, not wanting to let go.

Jiang Yucheng said casually: "It's okay. Uncle Fu, go get me a glass of water."

Forbe nodded, "Okay, okay."

Jiang Yucheng put An An down, and walked over with the child.

Jiang Chenxi felt her entire back was tense, and she dared not say a word.

Jiang Yucheng pulled An An to sit down on the small table. He was too tall, and the table seemed short and small to him.

An An's eyebrows were about to fly, and she said happily: "Dad, Dad, look! An An drew it!"

Jiang Yucheng raised his eyebrows and looked over one by one, commenting: "Well, the colors are very coordinated...the picture is very lively...very special..."

Jiang Chenxi wanted to cry when she heard the last comment.

An An couldn't tell whether it was true or false, and hugged his father happily and said, "Really? Dad, is An An's painting good?"

Jiang Yucheng also seemed to be in a good mood, he curled his lips and said, "The painting is very good, very good."

An An is a very loyal little friend, and hurriedly pulled out his master, saying: "My brother taught me! Dad, my brother taught me An An!"

Mistaken children, misguided children!

Jiang Chenxi raised her head tremblingly, and said with a stiff smile, "Hi, hi, Jiang, Director Jiang..."

Jiang Yucheng had an expression of "You came to my house to teach my son kindly, why are you nervous?" Jiang Chenxi became more and more embarrassed.

Jiang Yucheng said: "Xiao Jiang has worked hard, my family An'an has no drawing foundation, so it is difficult to teach?"

Huh, the name changed?Oh, never mind.

Jiang Chenxi looked up at him and said, "...No, it's not hard, hehe..."

The expression on Jiang Yucheng's face was still light, but at first glance, it seemed that he seemed to be smiling, but he couldn't see the appearance of smiling.

Jiang Chenxi:

Jiang Yucheng suddenly reached out and took the pile of paintings in front of Jiang Chenxi. Jiang Chenxi was dumbfounded and yelled, but it was too late to stop.Jiang Yucheng's arms are long, and he can fish them with a little stretch.

Jiang Chenxi was stunned, completely clueless about what to say.

Jiang Yucheng held An An in his left hand, and flipped through his pile of abstract works with his right hand.An'an also stretched her neck to watch, laughing from time to time.

Jiang Chenxi was about to collapse, her face turned red with embarrassment.He was speechless, and didn't dare to look at Jiang Yucheng's reaction over there.A dignified art department talent, painting, painting like this?

Jiang Chenxi turned her head to think about countermeasures.

Jiang Yucheng slowly turned from the beginning to the end, and said: "The rabbit is not drawn like this, and the tortoise is not like this... Well, the color of the sky is quite bright."

Jiang Chenxi covered her face and slowly looked out from between her fingers.It happened that Jiang Yucheng looked over, and Jiang Chenxi covered her face in embarrassment again, it was so embarrassing.

Jiang Yucheng said slowly: "The colors match very beautifully."

Jiang Chenxi: "Huh?" He doesn't know how to draw at all, so when playing with An An, he just randomly put colors on objects, such as red clouds, colorful turtles, and scribbles of various colors.

Jiang Yucheng looked at him and said, "Do you know Matisse of Fauvism?"

Jiang Chenxi shook her head dully, thinking of something, then nodded frantically.

Jiang Yucheng said: "Fauvism was once jokingly called 'throwing a can of paint in front of the audience' by later generations. This style of painting usually uses large areas of thick colors to express emotions. It's all made up of colors of different areas, and the visual impact is extremely strong—" He picked up a piece of Jiang Chenxi's painting of a bunch of people holding hands, and said in a flat tone: "This one is a bit crazy. The feel of Tice's "The Dance."

Jiang Chenxi: "=口=" Dear, what are you talking about?Honey, I don't understand what you're saying!Can it be translated into adult language?

Jiang Chenxi complained secretly in retaliation, but Jiang Yucheng then said, "Have you been trying this style recently?"

Jiang Chenxi Sparta, he wants to say, "I'm not trying this style, I only know this style, what's it called? Beast, oh, Beast style."

Jiang Chenxi said calmly: "Well, yes, try a little more to find your own style."

Jiang Yucheng curled his lips and seemed to smile, but when Jiang Chenxi looked at it in surprise, the other party returned to his original state.

Jiang Yucheng said: "The high-achieving students in the Fine Arts Department of H University are indeed very different."

He spoke so seriously that Jiang Chenxi was too embarrassed to wonder if the other party was mocking him.But it doesn’t matter, he’s out of the question, hehe, it’s not him who is talking about anyway, hey, I’m so sorry: Jiang Chenxi, when I learn your original level, I can restore your former glory!

Jiang Chenxi kept silent, but she was actually thinking about it.

Jiang Yucheng lowered his head and smiled at the stupefied An An, and said softly, "An An wants to draw a Doraemon?"

An An nodded in various ways, "Well! An An will become much, much more delicious!"

Jiang Yucheng smiled gently and said, "Okay."

An An immediately said, "Daddy draw?"

Jiang Yucheng didn't speak, just got up/stand up, sat next to Jiang Chenxi, and took all Jiang Chenxi's painting tools.

Jiang Chenxi: ==.Hehe, let's see how you draw.

Then, 10 minutes later, Jiang Chenxi and An An, who was staring at Jiang Yucheng with starry eyes, looked at the cute Q version of the doraemon on the sketch paper. Jiang Chenxi: Oh my god.

An An: "Father is awesome!" He rushed forward and kissed him.

Jiang Chenxi's eyes were sore and bitter.

Jiang Yucheng said: "It's actually very simple, the lines should be smoother, don't break in the middle, after the painting is finished, just put the whole color on it, don't mess it up."

Although the words were addressed to An An, his eyes seemed to be casually looking at Jiang Chenxi.

Jiang Chenxi was stunned for a few seconds, then pointed at herself foolishly, nodded blankly, and said, "Oh, oh, okay."

Jiang Yucheng was a little funny, pulled An An to stand up, and said, "It's dinner, is Mr. Jiang staying for dinner?"

Jiang Chenxi only felt that after returning from Jiangyu City, things ran wildly out of his control, and his mind was full of "Who the hell is this guy, he can even draw and know what Fauvism! I Don’t even know, okay! I’m so frustrated! It’s so sad!” and so on.

Jiang Chenxi stood up and said silently, "No, thank you. I'm going back."

After finishing speaking, he walked out slowly, the back view made Jiang Yucheng feel very funny.

However, Jiang Chenxi hadn't realized it yet, and accidentally opened up the sad aura of "glass heart shattered all over the place" that leaked from her domineering side, and the sad air was floating all the way down the stairs.

Jiang Yucheng almost laughed, touched An An's head and said nothing.

On the contrary, An An looked up at his father, ran to the stairs and said loudly: "Brother, goodbye! Brother, come and play with An An again! Brother, thank you for the gift!"

Jiang Chenxi immediately filled up the blood tank, turned around and said, "Okay, okay, sure, sure!"

Under the stairs, Fu Bo, who was about to go upstairs to tidy up the young master's "study", stumbled and almost fell.

Jiang Chenxi said with a smile: "Uncle Fu, be careful, look at the stairs."

Uncle Fu said helplessly: "Yes, Mr. Jiang, please go slowly."

Jiang Chenxi waved and left.