Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 533 I Only Miss You A Little!
The light was getting darker, and the girl who was painting also set up a lamp on the drawing board so that she could complete the final painting.

The painting is the sunset of Peach Blossom Village, but apart from the sunset, the scenery next to the painting cannot be summed up in a few strokes, and the auxiliary details also need to be paid attention to, so it is time-consuming.

Compared with the time it takes to paint, it seems that the sun goes down for a moment.

And according to this momentary change, she would have to sketch and paint on the spot for such a long time.

However, she painted really well, and the onlookers gave out bursts of admiration from time to time.Especially since the girl is still so young, the onlookers may have thought of their own children to some extent.

Even Cheng Xinxin, a small audience, applauded her vigorously, saying "so beautiful, so beautiful".

Some people saw that she was almost finished painting, and dared to disturb her: "Little girl, I said that you can take pictures and paint again, so you don't have to be so tired?"

Painting outside, not to mention mosquitoes, now that it is so dark, I have to stick a lamp to continue painting.After taking pictures, can’t we draw in broad daylight?
After the girl signed her artistic name, she smiled and replied: "It is also possible to take pictures, but the photos will be somewhat distorted, discolored, and deformed. How can I see it more clearly through actual observation?"

What she said was simple, and people nodded in succession, thinking that what she said made sense.In fact, of course there are more reasons, such as light and shadow, space structure, many factors will have an impact, the real scene seen with the eyes will be more vivid and specific than the picture.

Monet did not draw the fog in London just by sitting at home and admiring the photos. He did it after observing the fog for many days, which is why he became a famous artist in the world.

After the girl finished drawing, she packed up her drawing board, turned around and went to the hotel, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Cheng He took Cheng Xinxin by the hand, and saw her signature twisting and twisting walking posture again.

The little girl is very happy today.

Cheng He asked her: "Xinxin, do you like painting?"

Cheng Xinxin nodded without hesitation: "I like it."

Cheng He comforted himself. His Cheng family has also produced a more artistic person, which is gratifying.

He doesn't think that only study is the most important thing. Apart from study, drawing and singing are "useless".As long as she is happy and she likes it, he is willing to train her.

It is very important that children are interested.This not only means that she can have a skill, but also can benefit her for life.

For example, one day she is in a bad mood, and she has hobbies she likes, you can let her take care of it, at least it will make her happy.

Cheng He said to Bai Qian: "Why don't you talk to her teacher in the next two days to see how she can cultivate her painting?"

Bai Qian said: "A kindergarten teacher teaching painting can only be regarded as an enlightenment, how can it be called a cultivation?"

After all, they are not majors in painting, and the teachers have limited knowledge. They only dabble in painting, music and other arts, and they are not real professionals.

Cheng He thought, yes.

But children's painting classes like this, which are a little more decent, are probably only available in the city. Don't count on the training classes in the town, they won't be much better than their kindergartens.

When it comes to cultivation, there is a problem!

It was impossible for Cheng Xinxin to go to the training class in the city, it was too far away.

Cheng He said: "Let's hold a training class in the village? Ask a teacher to come."

When Bai Qian first heard it, she couldn't help but want to laugh: What kind of training class, how many children can come to learn, isn't this just like the tutor I hired?

But she didn't refute it. Tutoring is just tutoring. It's not an exaggeration to invest in education and hire tutors. Besides, there might be children willing to come and learn.

Having this class is always a good thing.

Anyway, there is no need to build anything special. There are ready-made empty classrooms in the school, and it is enough to open up one.

Moreover, after the completion of the bamboo weaving factory, those offices temporarily located there will be relocated, and the positions will be vacant again.Empty is not empty.

She asked, "Then where shall we invite a teacher? I don't know what kind of teacher we should invite."

Neither of them is an expert in this area, and they don't even know where to start when interviewing tutors.

However, now is the Internet information age, and there is no question that cannot be asked, and there is no problem.

Cheng He said: "I don't know if I will meet the little girl today tomorrow, you can ask her. She draws so well, the teacher must be very good."

"He came out of school." Bai Qian said.

"Not necessarily. How old do you think she is? At most, high school graduates. Children who have graduated from high school must have made up lessons for this level of art." Cheng He said decisively.

Having said that, Bai Qian also nodded.

She said: "Then if I meet her tomorrow, I will ask her."

It's easier for women to speak than women.

With that said, the family went back.

When Cheng He came back, the sky was still bright, and after watching a scene of painting, it was all dark now, and the street lamps emitted a quiet light, illuminating their way.

After returning home, Cheng Xinxin quickly ran to her room, took out a piece of paper, and said, "Dad, I gave this to you."

Well, she just said that there is a gift for Dad.

Cheng He took it with an exaggerated expression of excitement and joy, and said, "Thank you baby, come and see, Dad, what gift my daughter gave me."

Picking it up, it was a card drawn on paper, probably taught by Bai Qian to make it, but the content of the drawing on it seemed childish at first glance, obviously it was written by Cheng Xinxin.

The little guy can't write yet, so he can only express by drawing.

There was a very simple drawing on the card, which was the bed in her bedroom. The little girl was sleeping on the bed, and her father was sitting beside him, telling her a story with a book.

Didn't this just happen a few days ago?
Cheng He squatted down and asked her, "Do you miss Dad?"

Cheng Xinxin nodded and said, "Yes."

Bai Qian looked at the father and daughter, they were so close.She couldn't help urging: "Boss Cheng, do you want to have a meal first? Are you not hungry when you see the baby?"

Cheng He kissed Cheng Xinxin hard on the face, and said, "I don't feel hungry just seeing you."

Cheng Xinxin also said with a smile, "Dad, hurry up and eat, Dad, hurry up and eat."

Cheng He asked them: "Would you like to have a supper by the way?"

Bai Qian said, "What time is it? Is it too early for supper? Don't worry about us, eat your own first."

Cheng Xinxin took Cheng He by the hand, dragged him along, and said, "Come on, Dad, I'll accompany you."

Little guy, big and big!
Cheng He was led by her to the kitchen, and the food was on the table.Anyway, he was the only one eating, so he just ate it in the kitchen.

Two simple side dishes, a plate of stir-fried autumn eggplant with green peppers, and a large plate of broccoli. For now, she has only learned to fry these dishes, and the big dishes are not good at all.She made a lot of hype.

Bai Qian does things just like her people, she pays attention to appearance first.

Before she learned how to season, she learned to color. Stir-fried candied beetles with green peppers can be green or purple. Add some red peppers, and the color will come up.

Therefore, before tasting the taste, the appearance of the dishes she made is still good.

Cheng He quickly added a bowl of rice, and started to eat after sitting down. Cheng Xinxin sat on the chair next to her and accompanied her, her short legs flicking and flicking from boredom.

Cheng He took a sip and said, "Honey, why don't you go out to play? It's boring to eat with dad, isn't it?"

Cheng Xinxin shook her head and said, "It's not boring."

I haven't seen my father for many days, and watching him eat is not boring.

Cheng He gave her a piece of eggplant and said, "Come, have another bite."

He tasted it just now, and it was surprisingly good.Bai Qian's cooking of this simple home-cooked dish is impressive and worthy of praise.

And this is the autumn eggplant grown by myself, which is relatively fresh and tender, and tastes good.Many vegetables are sweeter after autumn frosts.

Bai Qian walked in and asked him, "How's it going? Ah, shouldn't I warm it up for you before eating? You just eat it cold?"

Cheng He ate very deliciously, and said: "What's the matter, it's not fried for dinner, why can't you eat it? What's hot, it will become mushy if you heat it again. That's it, it's good, you see I eat a lot fragrant."

For the dishes cooked by your wife, you must give verbal praise to encourage her, so as not to dampen her enthusiasm and never cook again.

Holding the iPad in her hand, Bai Qian said, "Look, this is my cooking, isn't it okay?"

One listen is in the video.While eating, Cheng He asked, "Who is it?"

Then I heard the voice in the video: "That's it? My God, they are all vegetarian, you let Xinxin follow you to eat vegetarian food?"

Bai Xingjun's voice.

When Cheng Xinxin heard it, she immediately looked over, her neck stretched out.This is uncle.

Bai Qian replied, "It's not vegetarian, there is meat in the broccoli, can't you see it?" Then she pointed the video at Cheng Xinxin's face.

Bai Xingjun immediately called her: "Xinxin, can you tell who I am..."

Cheng Xinxin called out, "Uncle..."

Bai Xingjun was obviously very happy that he could guess it was him just by hearing the voice, and the voice of the answer was almost flying.

Bai Qian changed the front camera, handed the Ipad to Cheng Xinxin, and said, "Come on, chat with uncle for a while."

Cheng Xinxin turned her face to the video, saw Bai Xingjun, and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Uncle is reading, Xinxin, do you miss Uncle?"

"I have...a little thought."

"Ah?! Only a little bit? Uncle is so sad. Why only a little bit?"

While Cheng He was eating, he couldn't help laughing at Cheng Xinxin's serious face, and the "little bit" drawn with his fingers.

The little guy said to the video: "Uncle, I have to go to school, do my homework, eat and sleep, miss my father, and play, so I only miss you a little bit."

Cheng He almost laughed, is this guy saying that she is too busy and only has a little time to think about her uncle?Look at her plausible little appearance!

Bai Qian was also rubbing her belly with laughter.

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