Dad: Super cute twins come to your door

After leaving the school, the three of them had a simple meal outside and returned to the Yuxing community.

In order not to use the light bulb, Zheng Yaru helped push the child home and left directly.

Busy bathing, feeding, and coaxing a few little guys to sleep, and when a few little guys are sound asleep, Su Hang and Lin Jia can finally be busy with their own affairs for a while.

......

"Illustratory?"

After taking a bath, Su Hang wiped his hair and leaned on the door of the study, looking at Lin Jia who was immersed in painting with a gentle smile.

"Well, I'm going to hand in some manuscripts this week. "

Lin Jia said, stretched, and then lay on the desk a little tiredly.

Eyebrows raised slightly, Su Hang said with some distress: "You are a little tired from this job." "

Every time it was time to deliver the manuscript, Lin Jia would always be busy until late.

For a long time, he was worried that Lin Jia would not be able to survive.

Sensing that Su Hang might want to resign himself, Lin Jia got up.

She shook her head hard, as if she wanted to shake off the exhaustion in her body.

Before Su Hang spoke again, she quickly said firmly: "I like this job, although I am a little tired, but it is also very meaningful." "

"And..."

She pointed to her head and suddenly smiled mischievously: "While drawing illustrations, I also memorized these children's stories in my head." "

"In the future, when I tell them stories, I won't have empty brains. "

Speaking of this, Lin Jia smiled a little happily.

Looking at the smile on her lips, Su Hang's eyes softened, and he stepped forward with a smile.

"Since you like it, let's do it well. "

Saying that, he bent down and gently pinched Lin Jia's cheek, which felt excellent.

"When, our teacher Lin also published a book alone. "

"I'm just good at illustration, not at writing stories..."

Lin Jia felt the lemon mint fragrance that drilled into the tip of her nose, and sniffed with some fascination.

Unconsciously, her body leaned in the direction of Su Hang.

The tip of the small nose was attached to Su Hang's body again, and he sniffed hard.

Looking at her little animal-like behavior, Su Hang couldn't help but be stunned.

In the next second, he couldn't help but laugh directly.

Hearing Su Hang's laughter, Lin Jia suddenly returned to his senses.

Aware of her actions, she immediately covered her face with shame.

Originally because of exhaustion, his eyes were a little confused, and his eyes widened instantly.

The rosy lips trembled lightly, and then bit again.

Whew...

What a shame!

How can I do such a shameful thing myself!

Recalling his actions just now, Lin Jia directly bent down and buried his head in the table.

The small hand covering his face was stained with a slight red color on his fingertips.

The feet placed on the ground stomped unconsciously.

......

Seeing that his wife was about to shrink into a turtle, Su Hang smiled mockingly again.

"Don't worry, I will definitely force myself to forget the scene just now!"

Sensing Su Hang's "bad thoughts", Lin Jia suddenly shrunk again.

The shy body was almost shrunk under the table.

Knowing that if he continued to talk, Lin Jia should escape, Su Hang coughed lightly and stopped.

He dragged a stool and sat down at his desk.

"Let me see what you draw. "

Saying that, Su Hang picked up an illustration on the table.

On this illustration in his hand, there is a soft little girl.

Looking at it like this, it should only be the age of elementary school.

The little girl was carrying a watermelon school bag and walking happily on the side of the road.

"What story?"

Su Hang asked with some doubt.

He said, then picked up another illustration.

In addition to the little girl, there is another grandmother on crutches.

The grandmother looked anxious, and was vividly painted by Lin Jia.

Getting up and tidying up the illustrations on the table a little, Lin Jia frowned and said, "It's a story that teaches children to protect themselves and don't trust strangers casually." "

"Well?"

Hearing this, Su Hang was a little surprised.

He looked at the illustration in his hand again, a little unsure how the story was going to be described.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Lin Jia pointed to the grandmother on the illustration, and pouted slightly: "This grandmother is a person who wants to kidnap and sell little girls." "

"Human traffickers?"

Su Hang raised his eyebrows and looked at this grandmother again.

The grandmother had a kind look and gray hair, and she really didn't look like a person and a vendor.

But he also understands the truth that people can't be seen.

Picking up another illustration again, Su Hang nodded his head abruptly.

Through this illustration, he probably understood this grandmother's routine.

It is to pretend that he is lost and let the little girl lead the way.

If the little girl believes it, it is easy to kidnap the little girl.

"It's a realistic story. Su Hang said, thoughtfully.

On the side, Lin Jia held her cheeks and stared at the remaining illustrations: "This is also the reason why I want to stay in this publishing house." "

"The books they make and the stories they tell are more realistic. "

"Well, then this publishing house has its own personality. "

When Su Hang heard this, he nodded with a smile.

When he used to work in a bookstore, he also saw a lot of children's books.

However, most of these books are relatively simple, and the stories are very simple, or very beautiful.

At least the ending is good.

To put it bluntly, it's not that realistic.

Probably not wanting to spoil the child's good impression of the world

But the more books like this, the less useful they are.

Because many kids, just read it for fun.

Maybe after reading it, you forget it in a blink of an eye.

Or even if they read it carefully, they will only have a happy ending left in their heads, forgetting the things that need to be remembered the most.

Putting down the illustration in his hand, Su Hang thought about it and suddenly picked up a blank piece of paper and a pencil.

The stool moved in Lin Jia's direction, and he pointed to the white paper with a pen.

"Come, teach me children's drawing. "

He wants to learn children's painting with Lin Jia, and in the future, he will draw books for his own children.

Draw everything you want to teach them.

Let them understand something more comprehensively and better protect themselves.

"Well?"

Looking at Su Hang's serious look of wanting to learn, Lin Jia was stunned.

She then frowned, puzzled: "Aren't you good at drawing?"

Su Hang does this line of carving, and he must be good at painting.

Because in order to carve an object, you must first make a draft on paper.

If you have that picture in your head, you can do it.

But......

This also has a downside.

"Look. "

Su Hang said, and drew a little girl in his head on the white paper.

With a glance, Lin Jia was stunned, and then cast an envious look at Su Hang.

"The drawing is great..."

"Well?"

Hearing this unexpected answer, Su Hang was a little crying and laughing.

Great drawing?

He looked down at the little girl he drew and sighed helplessly.

Great indeed.

It's just too realistic.

The little girl she painted, that is, a complete portrayal of reality, is less cute.

With such a realistic painting style, Su Hang didn't think his little guys would like it.

In order to draw a perfect picture book for children, he must have the concept of children's drawing in his head.

When the pen in your hand falls, you must be able to draw that feeling of a children's book.

This is something that really needs to be learned.