Gu Yichen stared at his son, who was only two years old, and was looking at himself with a blank eye, and returned the drawing paper to him.

"I'm just worried that you're killing his interest." He explained unhurriedly.

"I'm not going to do it."

Mu Wanyu snatched the drawing paper, and looked at it seriously, no matter how she looked at it, it was a duck, and stretched out in front of him, "Isn't this bad?"

I only heard Gu Ziqian say aggrievedly, "Dad, Mom painted like a car." ”

Gu Yichen touched his head and patiently explained, "Son, the car doesn't have a mouth." ”

Mu Wanyu listened to the words of the father and son, and she couldn't wait to overturn the table, is her painting so recognizable

It's just a watercolor painting.

When Gu Ziqian heard Gu Yichen's words, he looked at the drawing paper again, and sure enough, it was like this.

"Cut."

Mu Wanyu glanced at them and was angry and left.

Gu Ziqian wore a little yellow duck clothes, stood on a chair with a drawing paper, and asked Gu Yichen with a serious face, "Dad, what's wrong with Mom"

"Mommy is hungry."

After speaking, Gu Yichen hugged Gu Ziqian to his lap, "Ducks are not drawn like this." ”

After about a minute, a little yellow duck was born.

Gu Ziqian couldn't bear it a little, his eyes widened, and he said excitedly to Gu Yichen, "Dad, little yellow duck"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it."

After a pause, Gu Ziqian put his eyes on the table again, and asked Gu Yichen, "Dad, what is my mother drawing?"

Gu Yichen stared at Mu Wanyu's painting, looked at it for a while, and thought about it for a long time, and he didn't think of the adjective "Maybe it's a little yellow duck." ”

Gu Ziqian lowered his head and learned the steps Gu Yichen had just taught him to draw one, although the lines were crooked and twisted, they were more recognizable than Mu Wanyu.

"I'm going to show my mom."

After speaking, Gu Ziqian was about to climb down along Gu Yichen's legs, and was put on the ground by Gu Yichen.

The little yellow duck's tail wagged and ran towards the door of the study, "Mom, look at the little duck I painted." ”

Mu Wanyu was scrolling Weibo on the sofa, heard Gu Ziqian's voice, and glanced back at him, "Haven't you finished painting?"

Mu Wanyu took the little duck he handed over, and her eyes suddenly lit up, it was really a little duck, and it was very good.

It's just that the lines are a little distorted, could it be that Gu Yichen deliberately drew like this

"This is what Dad drew for you," Mu Wanyu asked.

"This is painted by Ziqian." Gu Ziqian said dissatisfiedly.

"You Painted"

Gu Ziqian's clear eyes looked at Mu Wanyu with blank eyes, indicating that he had painted it himself.

Mu Wanyu suddenly hugged him into her arms excitedly, and asked with an incredible face, "Son, this is really painted by you."

"Hmm." Gu Ziqian nodded seriously again.

"Son, you are so powerful, much better than your mother."

Mu Wanyu was talking, and Zhao Yi hurriedly walked in, "Madam, Miss Su is hospitalized." ”

"What" Mu Wanyu heard the news and stood up from the sofa.

Gu Ziqian didn't know why, and he also looked ahead with a stunned face, as if he couldn't find what he was paying attention to.

"It happened in a downtown apartment." Zhao Yi explained.

"How's the man?"

"It's not life-threatening, it's an operation."

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he coughed, "I shouldn't be able to get off for a week." ”

It's not that Mu Wanyu hasn't had this kind of experience, and she probably understands what's going on.