Film Emperor's Death-Seeking Fiance

Part 8: Let's Paint

Inside the quiet room, three people were sitting around a small round table. Chess sat in the middle, drawing with colored pencils.

Jiang Mochen watched his movements with only one thought in his mind-if time were to go back twenty minutes ago, he would definitely refuse after Yan Qingchi finished the sentence "Do you want to paint together?" He can tell Chess that he still has things to do, and he can promise Chess to accompany him to draw next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, qiqi is sitting at a table, ready to draw.

Jiang Mochen looked at the colored pencils in front of him, only feeling regretful in his heart. He raised his head to look at Yan Qingchi and glared at the other side. He felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi enter the room today. This is fine!

Twenty minutes before the time was cut back, Jiang Mochen had just entered the house and the chess began to draw. He painted very seriously. Even after painting, he took a watercolor pen to color the puppy. After everything was done, he sat up straight and looked at Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi.

He is young, and the paintings he draws are inevitably immature. They are standard children's paintings. After Yan Qingchi saw his paintings, he followed his paintings and added a small painting next to his puppy. dog.

Chess bent his eyes to watch his drawing. After he finished the drawing, he naturally moved the drawing to Jiang Mochen, waiting for him to draw one.

As a result, Jiang Mochen's depressed and regretful psychology emerged.

Jiang Mochen looked at the painting that suddenly came in front of him, and only hated that he slipped into the house and became an eternal hatred. He thought that Yan Qingchi was only teaching chess drawing, so he wanted to see if they could accompany chess when they get along, but what is going on now, why does he need to draw too!

He thought for a while and looked at the culprit again, "Aren't you going to teach him to paint? That's how you taught it?"

Yan Qingchi held a hand and calmly said, "Painting is not just fun, let's play it first. , I will teach him again when he is happy to play chess."

"You can teach him now." Jiang Mochen deliberately added an accent to the word "now".

Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids, looked at him slightly, and then thought that he had been staring at him bitterly when he lowered his head just now, and now he had guesses, he took his arms back and said slowly: "Also, But I am a guest, and you are the father of chess, so why don't we teach chess together?"

Yan Qingchi finished speaking, before he refused, he pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the table and handed it with a smile. In the past, "You draw anything you want, I and Chess will learn about your style of painting, and then we will divide the work of teaching."

Jiang Mochen looked at the smile on his face, and was stunned by his series of show operations. ...This is intentional! This is definitely intentional! This is fine!

He faced the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand, and he didn't accept it for a while, or if he didn't accept it, he could only say coldly, "You draw first." Yan Qingchi was also not embarrassed. He took a piece of colored lead and started to white it. The picture was drawn on the paper. Seeing that he was drawing fast, Chess moved over and looked at it. After a while, he saw a puppy with crooked eyes appeared on the paper.

Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"

Chess nodded. He reached out and touched the puppy on the painting, and said softly: "Cute."

Jiang Mochen looked at him coldly, and saw that Yan Qingchi's painting style was somewhat similar to comics. , But probably to cater to the preferences of chess, he deliberately drew more cartoonish.