Zhao Yingnan learned to paint when she was a child, but she didn't love this, she only gave up after learning less than half a year, and changed to learn piano, and her eyesight was still there, and she could see the novelty of this painting at a glance.

"This is eyebrow drawing? Ouch, why is my goddaughter so good? ”

Zhao Yingnan hugged Wu Mei and kissed him heavily, and it could be seen that she was really happy for Wu Mei, and Father Xiong also had the same expression, and he was even more impressed by Wu Mei.

Wu Mei's talent is not trivial!

"Godmother, this painting is broken, shall I draw another one?"

Wu Mei was very embarrassed, and he wrinkled into pickles and dried them, no matter how he looked at them, he felt dazzling.

Of course, Zhao Yingnan noticed the damage to the painting, and was waiting for Wu Mei to take the initiative to talk about it, so he asked what was going on, Xiong Mumu said first, the silver bracelet was stolen, and the painting was destroyed.

"No wonder it took so long for you to get the wine, it's strange, who would steal a few worthless silver ornaments?" Zhao Yingnan muttered to himself, but he was more satisfied with Wu Mei in his heart.

Not to mention whether silver jewelry is valuable, only the little girl's heart is more valuable than gold, and the painting that can't be bought by a thousand gold, everywhere shows Wu Mei's sincerity.

Old man Yan also took the painting carefully, and his head clicked a few times from time to time, which shows that he is also very satisfied with this painting, and he likes Wu Mei a little more, and said to Wu Zhengsi: "This painting is very good, if there is a famous teacher to guide you, maybe you can be a school of your own in the future!" ”

The old man himself is good at calligraphy and painting, his words are much more weighty than Zhao Yingnan's, Wu Zhengsi was awe-inspiring, but he seriously thought about Wu Mei's learning to paint, and the temptation of his own party was too great.

Whether it is calligraphy or painting, the most afraid is that there is no own style bones, you can imitate the works of famous artists in the early stage, but you must imitate the works of famous artists for a long time, but you must have your own style, otherwise you will never be able to get ahead, you can only be buried in the current.

Wu Mei already has his own style at a young age, which is stronger than many people, if he is a good student, it is not impossible to become famous!

How radiant his face was!

Although Wu Zhengsi was already moved, he didn't say it, now there are more important things to do, and the things at home are inexplicably stolen, which is not a trivial matter.

"Meimei, are you sure the things are in a drawer?" Wu Zhengsi asked.

Wu Mei nodded affirmatively, and Xiong Mumu helped: "I saw Meimei put it, you see, this is the bracelet that Meimei gave me, it's good-looking, right?" ”

He raised his wrist and shook it, the polished silver bracelet shone brightly under the incandescent light, and the pattern was even more mysterious, which immediately grabbed Zhao Yingnan's eyeballs, she grabbed her son's hand, and simply took off the bracelet neatly and put it on her hand.

"I look better than you wear, levy!" Zhao Yingnan shook his hand with satisfaction, which was much more stylish than the golden slip she was wearing temporarily.

"Dad, don't care about your wife, you've become a robber, Mom, you give it back to me, Meimei gives you a better look than me, and you don't like to fall in stealing things with children!"

Xiong Mumu didn't grab it a few times, and stared at his wife sadly and angrily.