The little girl was very excited, and the picture she drew today was once again recognized by everyone.

The last time she painted the painting, she didn't know what was going on, she thought the painting was very good, and she was looking forward to the scene, but in the end, her father didn't seem to like it very much.

Although Shen Chong tried his best to hide his embarrassment at the time, he still left a not very good impression in Xinxin's heart in the end.

But this time it was different, Shin Shin accurately captured Shen Chong's heartfelt pride and joy when he saw the painting.

This shows that Dad really likes this fruit watercolor.

Just now, Aunt Jiang and Teacher Blowing Xue have already praised it, and Dad has also praised it, and now only needs Mother's praise, and when everyone is praised, you can summon a happy family trip.

So now she is running so fast and very cheerful that Shen Chongdu, who is standing behind and watching, has his eyelids jumping.

He hurriedly chased after him, "Xinxin run slowly!" Don't fall! ”

As soon as Shen Chong's words fell, Xinxin, who was covered by the picture frame covering half of his vision, tripped on the coffee table, and then slapped on the floor of the living room, making Shen Chong, who was chasing behind, feel painful.

The painting in Xinxin's hand was thrown far along the wooden floor of the living room, and she threw herself on the ground on all sides, not knowing if she had hit her nose.

Shen Chong hurriedly rushed forward, first subconsciously wanting to stretch out his hands to catch people.

But he got half of his right hand, and before he could get out of his trouser pocket, he suddenly woke up, and then squatted down slightly awkwardly, and hugged Xinxin from under his arm with his left hand.

Xinxin, who didn't cry after the injection, actually cried out loud.

"My paintings! My Painting ...... Broken! ”

Xinxin barely got up, hung on Shen Chong's left hand, rubbing her eyes while pointing to the painting that had fallen in the distance.

Shen Chong wanted to pick up the painting again, but it was difficult to let go, and his head suddenly became big.

Lin Zhishu walked in quickly from outside the door, leaned over to pick up the painting on the ground, then walked closer, bent down again, and gently stroked Xinxin's head with his hand.

"Xinxin, you see, the painting is not broken, it's good. Where did you fall? Does it hurt? ”

As he spoke, Lao Lin glared at Shen Chong lightly, to the effect that he was blaming him for not knowing how to help Xinxin up.

Shen Chong raised his head and glanced away, and his eyes were so dead that he looked inside from the collar of Lao Lin who leaned down.

This beautiful shape!

That touch of sky blue......

His body froze.

I definitely didn't mean to!

You took the initiative to come here, you are framing me!

Lin Zhishu saw that Shen Chong was still in a daze, but he didn't know how to help Xinxin get up, so he first wondered, then buried his head in his chest and exclaimed in a low voice.

Jiang Yu next to her could be considered to be moving, wiped it from the side, gently hugged Xinxin and let her sit on the coffee table, and then carefully scooped up her legs and trouser legs.

Fortunately, Xinxin's left knee was slightly red, but the skin was not broken, but it also made Shen Chong very heartbroken.

He decisively turned his head towards Xinxin and asked in a low voice, "Xinxin, where else do you have pain?" ”

Xinxin pointed to the red knee of her left foot with red eyes, and shook her head, "No, only here." ”

She immediately looked up at the painting in Lin Zhishu's hand again.

Lin Zhishu quietly pressed his neckline with his hand, glared at Shen Chong, and showed Xinxin her painting again.

Now Xinxin's heart is steady, and it is indeed not bad.

"Mom, do I look good?"

Xinxin asked again in a slightly tremolo voice.

Lin Zhishu flipped through the painting, and only this time did he look at it carefully, and his eyes lit up.

The color palette is layered and precise.

Burgundy glittering apples, deep purple and misty grapes, and golden bananas like the sun all look like they are about to fall off the drawing paper.

It's so beautiful.

"Xinxin, did you draw it yourself or did the teacher help you draw it?"

Even Lin Zhishu, who has always been very aware of Xinxin's talent, is a little skeptical.

Xinxin pouted, unhappy, mom always like this.

Jiang Yu defended Xinxin on the side, "Teacher Chuixue only gave oral guidance in the back, and 99% of this painting was painted by Xinxin herself." ”

Lin Zhishu was completely satisfied.

I have to admit that the guidance of Feng Fuxue has been very effective.

Even though this is only the second time to teach, it is already obvious that Shin Shin's state is different from that of Teacher Qin.

Teacher Qin's level is also very high, but the teaching method is actually somewhat academic and dogmatic.

Lin Zhishu has not audited Feng Chuixue's specific teaching process, but judging from this finished product, she is very satisfied, and the simple still life picture reveals the spirituality that comes to her face.

For a child of Shin Shin's age to learn to draw, basic skills are very important, but how to inspire her more strongly is even more important.

Teacher Qin, who focuses on basic skills, lays a good foundation for Shin Shin, and Teacher Feng Chuixue, who can ignite inspiration, takes over, which just complements each other.

Shen Chong did find a good teacher.

It seems that I am thinking too much, when will I get rid of this bad problem?

He's actually a little interested in me.

Lao Lin thought silently, feeling that his chest was inexplicably hot.

This guy's eyes are so poisonous, my collar is so high, his thief eyes can see the needles in it.

This color embryo!

Wait, this guy's hand!

Lin Zhishu suddenly stared at Shen Chong's right hand hidden in his trouser pocket, his eyes were hot and hot, full of spy.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

She asked straight to the point.

Shen Chong secretly exclaimed in his heart that it was not good, it was not good, it was a mistake!

My right hand was noticed.

I was too revealing just now!

"Nope! It's nothing! ”

In a panic, Shen Chong took out a strong argument that was so pale that he would not be fooled himself, and quietly walked to the door.

At this time, his laptop was sitting in the gazebo in the courtyard outside, and he was going to run away with it.

Lin Zhishu was so keen, he found out on the spot that he was not in the right state.

But she was pinching her identity, and it was not good to force Shen Chong's hand.

Shen Chong wiped past her, suddenly remembered that the computer bag was still in the studio, and turned around again.

Lin Zhishu's brows furrowed, of course she could see that Shen Chong was hiding something.

Jiang Yu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that Shen Chong's right hand is a little problematic, I haven't seen him take it out today." ”

"Hurt?"

Lin Zhishu muttered to himself, but subconsciously shook his head, "If you get hurt, you can't keep it in your trouser pocket." ”

Jiang Yu nodded, "That's right, then what's going on with him?" ”

Lin Zhishu said: "I'll ask him, Sister Jiang, you can help Xinxin take some medicine." ”

Lao Lin was about to leave, but was dragged by Xinxin to the corner of his clothes, "Mom, look at my painting again, I really paint so seriously." ”

Lin Zhishu was stunned, thinking that he couldn't hide from the others here anyway, and it would be the same when he came out to ask, so he simply sat down next to Xinxin.

If Shen Chong, who had just walked into the studio, knew about the scene outside, he would definitely give seventy-two likes to Xinxin.

Well done little padded jacket!

Feng Fuxue, who was packing up paintbrushes and paints in the studio, saw Shen Chong walk in with a frightened expression and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Shen?" ”

Shen Chong grabbed the computer bag, lowered his voice and said angrily: "The child's mother has found out that there is something strange in my hand, I want to look at my hand, in case they find out that it is a prosthetic, isn't this matter pure nonsense." ”

"Yikes!"

Feng Chuixue covered her mouth, she had seen the means of slaying demons and talking about her heart, and instantly understood Shen Chong's jealousy.

Seeing that Shen Chong was leaving, Feng Chuixue's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed the paintbrush in his hand that had not yet had time to wash off the earthy yellow paint, "Mr. Shen, don't worry, I have a way to help you dispel Mr. Lin's doubts." ”

Shen Chong saw her action and understood it in seconds.

"Can it work?"

Feng Fuxue nodded, "I'm confident!" After you go out, it should be useful to fool around first, and then take out your hand and say hello briefly when you get away. ”

"Time is tight, you move quickly."

Shen Chong hurriedly pulled out his prosthetic leg and placed it in front of Feng Chuixue.

The blowing snow girl took a deep breath, her eyes condensed, and her awe-inspiring momentum arose.

It is said that men are the most handsome when they do things seriously, but in fact, women are not afraid to let it go, especially talented people who show their abilities in the field they are best at.

At this time, Feng Fuxue's body seemed to be releasing dazzling light, and the colored pen in her hand was even more dazzling.

Instead of rematching, she clicked on the paint left on the brush in her hand and a small piece of previously matched watercolor on the other side of the canvas, and then continued to brush on the palm and back of the prosthetic.

A minute later, Feng Fuxue wiped her sweat, "That's it." ”

Shen Chong looked down, "Amazing!" ”

With such a little time, such harsh creative conditions, and almost no room for ideas, she was able to paint such an amazing effect when she picked up her pen.

Even though this prosthetic limb was in front of him at such a close distance, Shen Chong was still almost deceived by the effect of being almost fake in front of him.

The previous silicone sensation is gone, and this has become a real hand.

She takes her realist 3D painting skills to the extreme, creating perfect lighting and detail.

"Wait a minute, you can find an angle, so that the palm of the hand is at a thirty-degree oblique angle to Mr. Lin, so that it looks the most real. In terms of distance, it is best to be more than three meters, unless Mr. Lin is also a top painter, otherwise there is no reason not to hide from her. ”

Feng Chuixue commanded, she had absolute confidence.

Shen Chong nodded, and sighed, "It's amazing, you are more powerful than I imagined, in such a short time, with so little paint, there are only a few strokes." You're not a psyker, you really can't understand the way of this world. ”

He really didn't blow it indiscriminately, Feng Chuixue's temporary hand was better than the so-called 3D painting big hand that Shen Chong saw in those videos in his previous life.

But he was immediately relieved, the level of literature and art in this world was already exceeded, and now Feng Chuixue is one of the best, and it should be amazing.

"Okay, okay, you get out of here."

Feng Fuxue urged.

Shen Chong nodded, and blew at the prosthetic claws.

"Don't blow it, it's a quick-drying paint, and my pen is also very light, you can dry it in two steps."

Shen Chong hummed, picked up the computer bag in his left hand, and was about to leave, but he had an idea, first forcibly broke the five fingers of the prosthetic, only straightened the index finger, and made a gesture to compare the number one.

Then he grabbed the rubber sassafras next to Xinxin, broke off a small piece about a millimeter in diameter, and stuffed it through the seam of the prosthetic, and grabbed it with his little hand inside.

He hid his right hand behind him and walked briskly back to the living room.

Seeing him come out, Lin Zhishu got up and wanted to ask again, "Shen Chong......"

But Shen Chong turned into a breeze and lightning to avoid the old forest and wiped out the living room.

Lin Zhishu chased him out, and Shen Chong, who was about to turn around and cheat, was shocked.

I'll go, what hatred and what resentment.

Mr. Lin, what about your demeanor?

I'll flash again!

He didn't look flustered at his feet, but walked to the pavilion very quickly, grabbed the computer with his left hand, turned to look at Lin Zhishu, and said calmly: "My hand is fine, don't worry about it." By the way, there's another thing, I have to travel for a week and come back next week. ”

With that, he raised his right hand, which was the same gesture he had just made for a moment.

Lin Zhishu's eyes immediately fell on his right hand.

"Oh no, it could be two weeks."

Shen Chong changed his words again.

At the same time, his little hand hidden in the hollow prosthetic violently popped out the rubber sassafras with his fingertips, and the rubber sassafras shot out, hitting the middle finger of the broken prosthetic leg.

So, the number he compared became two.

After speaking, he didn't wait for Lin Zhishu to answer, he turned around decisively, hid his right hand in front of him and trotted all the way, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a long time, when he returned to the grove and re-hid his prosthetic leg with a gentle handle, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

I don't believe that this can't be hidden from Lao Lin!

It's really exciting to run away after pretending.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang, and he picked up the phone with a little difficulty to see that it was Lin Zhishu > turned on the voice.

There was a crisp voice from inside.

"Dad needs to work a business trip! Work hard! Be number one! ”

Shen Chong replied with a smile, "Okay! ”