Reborn Blessed Sweet Wife

Chapter 449 Can't Keep Up With Your Rhythm

Tan Xiaohuan found that Zhang Hong was very busy today, holding a pencil with her head down, not knowing what she was doing.

At first I thought she was translating the manuscript, but later I thought it was wrong. It is impossible to know all the words, so I don’t need to raise my head.

I walked over to take a look, and found that Zhang Hong was actually painting.

Tan Xiaohuan was puzzled, or why Zhang Hong had learned to draw, she didn't know at all.

Staring at the picture again for a while, "Is this a dumpling?"

Zhang Hong hummed, "I want to draw some pictures of dumplings for Brother Chu."

"What do you think of my drawing?" Zhang Hong drew a few pictures and was not satisfied. If she was asked to give a mark, none of them would pass.

"The painting is not bad." Tan Xiaohuan thought it was very good, "By the way, can you teach me?"

If she can help Baozi draw, his son will be very happy.

Tan Xiaohuan doesn't know when Zhang Hong will be able to draw, but she can be sure that there is absolutely no teacher to teach her.

Zhang Hong can draw so well by herself, and she can draw so well under the guidance of her teacher. Tan Xiaohuan has all kinds of confidence in herself.

"Yes." Zhang Hong agreed, "During the weekend break, let's go and see if there is a drawing board."

Although there is a desk, they are all books, and Zhang Hong is used to drawing on the drawing board, "and then I have to buy a pen."

Pen? "I have it at home." Tan Xiaohuan said that there is a writing brush at home. The old man can write and draw occasionally when he is in the mood. In short, there is no shortage of writing brushes and the like.

"Do you have a complete set of pencils at home?" Generally, all the pencils bought at home are HB pencils, and pencils of other sizes are not available.

When Zhang Hong said this, she finally remembered what she always felt was lacking, that is, she used the HB practice brush, of course there were various difficulties, and the people she drew were not very good.

"pencil?"

"Otherwise you use a brush?" Zhang Hong said that she really couldn't handle the soft brush. Writing should be so-so, but when it comes to drawing, she can't help it.

"This is a sketch." When Xia Peilan passed behind Zhang Hong, she glanced and found Zhang Hong's painting.

Zhang Hong hummed, "Draw at will, plan to draw well, and draw some sketches of dumplings for his father to see."

I stay in an office, and when I usually take a break, I will talk about the children at home. I know that the three interns have children, and they will also ask about the father of the children.

The matter of Tuanzi's father is not a secret, but she didn't say too much about it, she just said that she is a soldier and went to a military academy, and she didn't mention the rest.

Although some people felt that Zhang Hong had said these things and important news hadn't been revealed yet, they didn't follow up and asked, guessing there was something wrong with it.

"It's very good, Tuanzi's father will be very happy." Xia Peilan had been thinking about how Zhang Hong and the grandson of the Chu family got together.

In those years when the old man was down and out, it was normal for the two young people to meet each other, but after they got married after the old man was rehabilitated, she was really curious about Zhang Hong.

You must know that Chu Zhengming is not good in other aspects except that he has no parents. The point is that the Chu family is only such a male grandson, and all the resources of the Chu family are given to him.

As long as he wanted, he could definitely find a better and more suitable partner, but he persisted and married Zhang Hong.

Now she understands a little bit, that is, her own ability is not bad.

Although she studies German, is her English bad?
She can still draw and take good care of the dumpling. She is not proud, or has a background that drags her back, but the girl herself is capable.

Besides, even if there is a family background that is slowing down, they have been married for so many years, and even have a son, and they have not seen the Zhang family come to the capital to join this girl who flew up the branch.

Either the Zhang family figured it out and knew that this in-law was not something they could cling to, or Zhang Hong comforted them all.

Xia Peilan thinks it should be the latter. When the child should be cold-hearted, he will never be warm-blooded.

If Xia Peilan and the others can say it's good, Chu Zhengming should also like it, "Yes, I think I will often draw some sketches for Tuanzi in the future."

"Some can be mailed to his father. Although he is not with our mother and son, he can also see some of Tuanzi's growth through sketches."

"There are other parts, I want to keep, let him see when Tuanzi grows up, so he can know how he grew up." The photos are good, but if there are no notes, who will remember what happened at the beginning.

Zhang Hong intends to make something like a comic, and then order it month by month, which is also a spiritual wealth.

It is all kinds of happiness that Tan Xiaohuan treats her sister so well, she is our sister.

But when she heard this, she was completely dumbfounded, what, she wants to keep drawing, and take it as a souvenir for Tuanzi in the future, so what should she do?
Tan Xiaohuan was about to cry, "Sister, let's discuss it, you can't do this."

"You did this, what should I do."

"The steamed stuffed bun is getting bigger, so you will definitely ask why the dumpling has such a picture album, but I don't have one."

"Oh, I feel a lot of pressure. You said that you have to take pictures of your children every day as souvenirs."

"Then I have to write a growth diary every day, and now it's my turn to sketch."

"I really can't keep up with you." The more Tan Xiaohuan thought about it, the more she felt that there was really no way to live this life, and the pressure was really not ordinary.

"It's okay, if you draw more, you will improve. The key is your intentions." Uh, Zhang Hong actually wanted to say that there is no need to compare with her. Everyone has different ideas, but Tan Xiaohuan couldn't help but compare with her.

"I understand, isn't it just my heart?"

"I can learn slowly."

"Don't let Baozi feel that I treat him badly." Tan Xiaohuan firmly expressed that he would study hard.

Feng Liya watched the two of them discussing how to draw pictures for their children, and she was very envious. It's nice to be young, but she could only watch. If she was allowed to get involved, it would be impossible.

"On weekends, I will learn from you."

"Don't buy things first, you use mine." Zhang Hong is not sure whether Tan Xiaohuan will persevere. If she finds it boring and unwilling to study after studying, then the many pens will be wasted.

"It's not a waste to buy it, and I can let Baozi learn to write in the future." I bought a pencil and kept it at home, and it will not expire. "Maybe I can still train Baozi to draw."

"Anyway, grandpa said that he wants to teach him to draw, so more sketches will be fine." Tan Xiaohuan said that anyway, his son has so many things to learn, so more sketches will be fine.

It was also a difficult child, Mr. Zhao had already figured out how to educate this great-grandson, thankfully Tan Zhengnan was not from a wealthy family, otherwise he would have made a fuss about teaching his grandson some lessons, and it was estimated that Baozi would be completely scared to death.

Feng Liya was already dizzy from hearing this, "It's not easy for your son, he has a lot to learn."

"Not much. Tuanzi will learn a lot in the future, English, German, and painting. In short, he has to learn a lot."

"Work harder now, when you grow up, you will know that we treat her well." Tan Xiaohuan nodded while talking, indicating that he was right.

Well, it's good to learn more, "But children don't like to play, they don't have time to play like this."

"Why don't you have time?"

"It's not like letting them learn for a long time at the beginning, step by step, otherwise the children will get bored." Tan Xiaohuan said that Baozi now often listens to some poetry, "In short, step by step."

Huh, Feng Liya thought that her own child, she had already grasped enough in studies, but now she realized that there was no comparison at all.

(End of this chapter)