After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 291 Painting from soul to soul to soul
As a result, when Gu's father passed by, he looked very harmonious from a distance, but thrilling when he looked up close.

Artist family, Gu family.

Not to mention Gu's mother, everyone in the Gu family has artistic talent.

From musical instruments to the traditions of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, almost everyone understands them, and everyone has a characteristic that they can show.

Gu's father is good at vocal music and violin, which coincides with Gu's mother.

As for the sons born, each of them has their own specialties.

In this regard, Father Gu is very confident.

Then, Gu Yuanyuan perfectly avoided this good gene.

On the white paper, a monster that looked like a man and a dog died peacefully, with his stomach broken.

The sun is high, and there are small white flowers beside the monster.

In fact, Gu's father didn't notice whether the monster was dead or not. He judged it entirely by Xiao Baihua.

But, it's true that it's heartbreaking, this red! !

Gu's father felt like crying when he saw it. Gu Shumo's three-year-old paintings were better than five-year-old Gu Yuanyuan's.

At this level, he is simply a natural art miss.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Father Gu had nothing to say, "You guys are drawing!"

Gu Shumo nodded.

Tang Xinxin couldn't speak, so she just smiled and continued to paint.

Gu Yuanyuan was very proud, "That's right! I'm drawing my favorite person."

Then, he put down his brush, ran up to Father Gu, raised his short hand, and showed Father Gu the painting.

Father Gu, "..." Suddenly, I felt an unpleasant feeling.

Gu Yuanyuan looked at Gu's father innocently and expectantly, "Grandpa, guess what I drew?!"

Father Gu thought for a while, "Is the person Yuanyuan wants to draw grandma?"

Grandma was talking about Gu's father's mother and Gu Shumo's grandma.

Because, the whole family, only her old man passed away.

Gu Yuanyuan looked up strangely, her pink face was very unhappy.

Father Gu, "..."

Did I say something wrong?
Gu Yuanyuan looked at Gu's father tearfully, "I drew Ziyu!!"

The corner of Gu's father's mouth twitched. It was really hard to connect this monster-like creature on the canvas with An Ziyu.

Why are you still bleeding? ?
Embarrassed a bit.

Father Gu pointed at the stomach of the "person", "This is..."

Gu Yuanyuan, "Ziyu is wearing a red coat, I think she is so white, she will look good in a red coat."

Father Gu pointed to a circle of small white flowers, "This..."

Gu Yuanyuan, "It's snowing!! The snow covered the little flower, so it looks white!"

Father Gu, "..."

Gu Yuanyuan was proud, "Did I draw well?"

It took a long time for Gu's father to come up with a sentence, "Yuanyuan's paintings are really..."

No matter what, I couldn't convince myself to say that "good-looking" out of my mouth.

But whenever Gu Yuanyuan draws a little human, Gu's father can feel at ease and say it looks good.

However, what Gu Yuanyuan painted was the state of the soul.

Not even, at least not good-looking.

Sitting on the side, Gu Shumo added expressionlessly, "The painting is really ugly."

Gu Yuanyuan's face darkened, she stood up and stared at Gu Shumo, "You are jealous of me..."

Gu Shumo raised his eyebrows, sat on the sofa and looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm jealous of you? Reason."

Gu Yuanyuan folded her hands, "Jealous Ziyu likes me, not you."

Gu Shumo snorted and laughed, "You wait until Mao Changqi!"

Gu Yuanyuan folded her arms and flaunted her power, "Some people have grown all their hair, but no one likes them."

Gu Shumo's face was slightly solemn, remembering what An Zizhen had said to him just now.

Gu Yuanyuan put both hands on her chin, pretending to be a little flower, and looked at Gu Shumo proudly, "A man must be cute in order to firmly grasp a woman's heart."

Gu Shumo, "..."

(End of this chapter)