There is a little cute baby in the family, fleeing famine is not enough to get rich and busy

"School?"

Qi Manman tilted his head and blinked his eyes: "Mother, Man Baoer seems to have seen it before, can Man Baoer try to draw it?"

Yi Meng didn't think too much, just took a piece of straw paper and put it aside, and also chose a charcoal pencil that wasn't too long and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl knelt on the kang, with one arm propped on the table, the other hand holding a charcoal pencil and began to draw left and right on the paper.

Yi Meng glanced at it, and the painting really didn't have any tricks.

After confirming that the little girl is just playful and curious, Yi Meng just ignored her and continued to study how to build a school.

The two of them were just painting quietly, and Xiao Shiyi was lying on the side sleeping, the picture was very beautiful.

It wasn't until Qi Cheng came in with chicken soup that the peaceful beauty was broken.

"Mengniang, drink up the chicken soup."

Qi Cheng handed the bowl to Yi Meng, and when the other party took it, Qi Cheng asked Qi Manman with a smile: "What is Man Baoer doing? Tell grandma."

"Grandma, I drew the school hall, do you think it looks good?"

Qi Manman picked up the straw paper he drew and presented it to Qi Chengshi like a treasure.

Qi Cheng thought it was a childish drawing by a little girl, but when she saw the pattern on the paper, she couldn't help but gasp.

Yi, who just took a sip of chicken soup, dreamed of her mother-in-law like this, and immediately asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Meng, Mengniang, this, is this a school?"

Qi Cheng really hasn't seen what a decent school looks like, but she can be sure that even the decent schools in the city before are not as good-looking as those drawn by her precious granddaughter.

Yi Meng only thought that the things drawn by her daughter looked like ghost symbols, so she frightened her mother-in-law, and wanted to comfort her when she took it.

But when she saw what was on the paper, let alone comforting words, she almost stopped breathing.

The color of straw paper is not white, even yellowish.

There are no colored pencils either, just charcoal pencils made of burnt wood.

There are only these two colors on the whole paper, and everything drawn is a single line.

But it's such a simple picture that made four words float out of Yimeng's mind.

Fairy fluttering.

A multi-story building goes from low to high, and the higher it goes, the narrower it becomes, and finally it is hidden in layers of clouds.

At the beginning, Yi Meng saw that the little girl drew two lines with one stroke in the east and one stroke in the west. Looking at it now, she still draws randomly, and they are the edges of two white clouds.

The whole building has been overshadowed by Yun Zheng, but you can still see the exquisite carved beams and painted buildings, and you can even imagine the atmosphere of carved railings and jade.

Yimeng also saw a lot of ancient costume dramas and fairy tale dramas in her previous life, and the various buildings in them, whether they are physical structures or post-production computer special effects, show all kinds of fairy spirit and magnificence, which are not as good as the one in front of her. Black and white lines on scratch paper.

"Mom, isn't it pretty?"

How could Qi Manman know how his grandma and mother felt, but seeing them both staring at his painting without saying a word, the little girl was somewhat aggrieved.

She has tried very hard to recall the appearance of the school she once saw.

Well, that place is not called a school.

However, Mr. Qin said that a place that teaches and educates people can be called a school.

It also teaches people there, so it should be normal to call it a school.

The little girl cautiously brought Yi Meng back to her senses with a little grievance.