My dad's life

Fang Yuan went down subconsciously, faster and faster, like a printer, brushing the drawing in his mind on the drawing paper little by little.

"Dad?" The little guy raised his head and yelled in a low voice. Seeing that his father hadn't agreed to her, he moved his little head over with a little doubt.

"Wow, Dad is amazing." The little guy exclaimed.

In this short meeting, I have already pointed out the area from the top of Lan Caiyi's head to the nose.

Mother Lan and Lan Caiyi were also attracted by the little guy's exaggerated voice, and then they looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, so they both put down their pens, got up and stood behind Fang Yuan, carefully watching him draw.

For fear that the little guy would disturb Fangyuan, Lan Caiyi picked her up and made a silent gesture.

The little guy felt that his mother’s appearance was very funny. He also learned her to put the fleshy little fingers beside her little mouth, turn her little head and make a "hush" sound, and then amused herself, but then thought that her mother asked her not to He made a sound, and then covered his mouth with a small hand again, holding it very hard.

With the movement of the square circle, a complete picture gradually appeared in front of everyone. It was exactly what Lan Caiyi painted just now. It is a painting composed of countless dots, but because of the high density, it is difficult to distinguish it. Does not come out.

The whole watercolor pen is totally unusable because of this painting, but because the color is blue, the tone of the whole painting gives people a very peculiar beauty.

But it feels like something is missing.

There is an indescribable weirdness.

But for people with professional perspectives such as Lan Mama and Lan Caiyi, it is because this painting does not have its own soul. It has achieved the ultimate in metaphysics, but for a painting, the soul is the most important of.

Because no matter how good the shape is, it is just a photo.

Therefore, since the invention of the camera, the pursuit of a painting by mankind has paid more attention to the artistic conception. In fact, our ancestors have done this long ago.

Fang Yuan put down the pen, turned his aching wrist, looked at the painting in front of him, he was also stunned, he himself did not expect to be able to draw such a painting.

"Fangyuan, have you learned painting?" Lan Caiyi asked in confusion at this time, because she had never heard Fangyuan say that she had learned painting.

Fang Yuan shook his head mechanically, still thinking about why.

Is it because of the universal education system for infants and young children?

But think about it, it is really possible, because its own role is to assist the user to better control the body.

Fangyuan can be proficient in cooking in a short time, and the universal education system for infants and young children is indispensable because it has helped him better control the fire and knife skills.

By analogy, as long as it is something that can be achieved through physical control, he should be able to achieve perfect control.

For example, painting, dancing, calligraphy, etc., these arts that require long-term training and are extended through the control of the body, he should be able to grasp it immediately because he has achieved complete control of the body.

That is what we usually say, the hand listens to the brain and does not have its own ideas, so it can perfectly show what is in the mind.

But although this method seems perfect, it has no artistic value. What is the difference between this and the works processed by industrial robots?

The only amazing thing is that he can do what machines can do, but he doesn't think his works have artistic value.

Mother Lan and Lan Caiyi are like this at this time. After all, they have studied painting systematically and know where their shortcomings are.

But the little guy doesn't know. She thinks it looks good. A painting that is exactly the same as her mother is simply amazing. She also wants her father to help herself draw one.

Let him draw himself as a little princess and put on the little skirt that the baby drew just now.

Fang Yuan could not bear the coquettishness of the little man, so she could only draw a beautiful little princess based on her, and put on her own princess dress.

"But, are you sure that the skirt needs so many colors?"

Fang Yuan hesitated after hearing the little guy's request, because she asked for too many colors, so the clothes drawn would look good?It's not the Bai Nayi of the Beggar Gang.

"Of course, the princess's dress is made of rainbow, of course it needs so many colors." The little guy said plausibly.

"But..." Fang Yuan wanted to stick to his ideas and persuade him.

But at this moment, the Lan Caiyi next to him stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, shook his head at him, and motioned him to stop talking.

Too many opinions from adults will obliterate children's thoughts. In the long run, children will be very uninitiated and hesitant to do things.

Fangyuan couldn't help but follow the little guy's idea to match such a cute little princess with a set of colorful skirts.

So suddenly she changed from a little princess to a little beggar.

But the little guy himself likes it very much. He took it carefully, left and right, the more beautiful he looked, the more he liked it, the baby was too satisfied.

"Dad, if the baby becomes a princess, he must make a skirt that looks exactly the same." The little guy took the drawing paper and folded it carefully.

At this moment, Fang Yuan was suddenly thankful that she was no longer a princess, otherwise the little princess wearing this dress would definitely be laughed to death by others.

"Why are you stacking it up? It will break, so let's put it on the table." Fang Yuan said.

"No, the baby has to keep it away as one of the treasures of the Ignoring Kingdom." The little guy said carefully.

"Huh?" This is the second time Fangyuan heard her talk about her treasures. The first time she heard that she came out at Xiajing Zoo, she said she wanted to store the commemorative coins.

"Can you show me your treasure? What do I see?" Fang Yuan was very curious.

"Yeah..." The little guy pouted his mouth when he heard the words and looked at him sideways.

Do you have ideas you shouldn't have?

The small appearance is ridiculous.

Everyone laughed subconsciously.

"Dad didn't want you, I'm just curious to know what your treasures are?" Fang Yuan explained with embarrassment.

"Well then, baby will show you, but you can't grab your baby's things."

The little guy was still a little worried when he finished speaking, so he emphasized again, "You are an adult, you can't steal things from children."

"I see, I promise not to grab you." Fangyuan promised again and again.

Then the little guy got under the long case and dragged out a pink safe?

"Uncle Lu bought this for you?" Fang Yuan was vaguely impressed. When he was in his hometown last time, Lu Shouyi was boring to shop online.

So I bought a lot of toys for Xinxin.

Many of them didn't even open the package, so that Fang Yuan hadn't bought her a new toy for so long. He probably bought this safe.

"Uh, uh." The little guy nodded.

Then he stretched out his hand to press the password, and suddenly remembered something.

"You all turned around, don't peek." The little guy turned around with a defensive expression.

"Okay, okay, we don't take a peek." Fangyuan and the three could only turn around.

The little guy was still worried, and ran to the side to take a look, and he was relieved to make sure that he really couldn't see it.

Then they heard, "2, 4, 6, 8, click."

Three people: 😂

The little guy himself was completely stunned.