MTL - Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance-Chapter 8
chapter eight:
In the quiet room, there were three people sitting around the little round table. Chess was sitting in the middle, drawing with colored pencils.
Jiang Moming looked at his movements, and there was only one idea in his mind—if time went back twenty minutes ago, he would definitely say “Would you like to paint together” in Yan Qingchi, and he would simply refuse, he You can tell Chess that you still have things, and you can promise Chess to draw with him next time. But definitely not now, in front of Yan Qingchi, sitting at a table with chess chess, ready to draw.
Jiang Moji looked at the colored pencils in front of him, only feeling regretful. He looked up at Yan Qingchi, staring at the other side severely, and felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi enter the room today. This is fine!
Twenty minutes before the time was cut back, Jiang Moyu had just entered the house, and Qiqi started to paint. He painted very seriously. Even after painting, he even painted the puppy with a watercolor pen. After everything was done, he sat upright and looked at Jiang Moyu and Yanqing Pond.
He was young, and the painting he painted was inevitably immature. It was the standard painting method for children, but Yan Qingchi looked at his painting after watching it, and added a small one next to his puppy according to his painting method. dog.
Qi Qi bent his eyes to see his painting. After he finished painting, he naturally transferred the painting to Jiang Moyu, waiting for him to draw one.
As a result, the above-mentioned Jiang Mo's depression and regret appeared.
Jiang Mozhi looked at the painting that suddenly came in front of himself, only hated that he had stumbled into the house, and hated forever. He thought that it was only Yanqingchi who taught chess and painting, so he wanted to see if they could get along with each other and be able to accompany chess and chess, but now what happened, why did he need to draw too!
He thought about it and looked at the culprit again, "Aren't you going to teach him to paint? That's how he taught it?"
Yan Guiren held one hand, and calmly said, "Drawing is not a fun picture, play 呗 first, wait until you are happy to play chess, I will teach him."
"You can teach him now." Jiang Moji deliberately accented the words "now".
Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids, looked at him slightly, and thought that he had just stared at him with hate when he lowered his head. Now that he had guessed, he closed his arms and said slowly: "Okay, But in the end I am a guest, you are the father of chess, so how about we teach chess together? "
Yan Qingchi said that before he refused, he pulled out a blank piece of paper from the table and passed it with a smile. "You draw first, and I will learn about your painting style with Chess, and then we will divide the work into teaching. "
Jiang Mozhi looked at the smile on his face, and was stunned by this series of saucy operations .... This is intentional! This is definitely intentional! This is fine!
He faced the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand, and it was neither right nor right, but he said coldly, "You draw first."
Yan Qingchi didn't hesitate. He took a colored lead and started to draw on white paper. Chess and chess saw that he was drawing fast, and he looked at it, and after a while, he saw a look on the paper. Seems to be laughing puppy.
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"
Chess nodded, he reached out and touched the puppy on the painting, softly: "Cute."
Jiang Mo looked coldly, and saw that Yan Qingchi's painting style was similar to comics, but probably to cater to chess and chess preferences, he deliberately painted more cartoons.
He was watching, and saw Yan Qingchi lifted his head, slammed into his eyes, and met his eyes, Jiang Mozhi affirmed that he saw the playfulness and pride in Yan Qingchi's eyes. Jiang Mo gritted his teeth silently, and heard Yan Qingchi smile, "I painted, Jiang Shao, it's your turn."
After hearing this, Qi Qi turned his head to Jiang Mo'er, with clear expectations in his eyes.
Jiang Moxu looked at the expectations in his eyes, quite a bit do not know how to advance and retreat, should he be asked to say to Chess and Chess: Sorry, Chess and Chess, wouldn't my father draw? Jiang Mozhi felt that he couldn't say it. This was terrible. Even after more than 20 years, he lacked the courage to face this fact ...
Yan Qingchi looked at him with a embarrassed face, and guessed that his conjecture was estimated to be true. He could not imagine that such a male lead like Jiang Mozhi had some weaknesses, even painting. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to be alive, and he was no longer the thin text symbol when he was reading the text.
He verified his ideas, and did not want to embarrass Jiang, and he said, "Forget it, the arrogant like Jiang Shao probably learned orthodox painting such as sketching in his youth, and painted it with me and chess style. It's not the same, let me teach it. "
Jiang Mozhi could not help but sigh of relief, "That's really hard Teacher Yan."
Yan Qingchi smiled, "You're welcome."
Jiang Moyan:… huh.
Qiqi listened to the conversation between them and heard Yan Qingchi said that he had come to teach, so he looked up and looked at Yan Qingchi.
He took another piece of paper and pointed at the dog he had painted alone before Yan Qingchi. He looked at him and said nothing.
"Do you want me to teach you to draw this?" Yan Qingchi induces to speak.
Chess nodded and looked at him brilliantly, but still did not speak.
Yan Qingchi looked at the longing in his eyes, felt his silence, and felt a little distressed for a moment.
Although there is a lot of natural silence in this world, he doesn't like to talk, but chess and chess should not be so. He has a child's curious and like of many things, and he is willing and willing to accept new things. Although he often doesn't speak, But I look at you with a pair of talking eyes. Yan Qingchi contacted himself for a while. The problem of mental chess should still be psychological. He was reminded about it or he was protecting himself, so he was quiet and obedient, not talking or doing much.
This is not something that can be changed in a day or two, but he is not in a hurry. If their marriage goes well, he will have half a lifetime to live with this child, which will always make him no longer afraid, like a child of ordinary people, talk about Noisy.
Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and made a stroke on the paper. He glanced at the chess game. The chess game was very clever to understand what he meant, and he also picked up the pen and imitated a stroke. Then, Yan Qingchi saw that chess and chess turned naturally to Jiang Moyu.
Momo Jiang stopped seeing Chess and turned to look at himself. He unconsciously looked at Yan Qingchi, and was a little surprised to see Yan Qingchi. Jiang Mo stared at Yan Qingchi with a resentful resentment, secretly, he shouldn't have allowed Yan Qingchi to watch chess today. This is all right, not only let him draw, but also learn to draw!
Jiang Motuo can't wait to get up and leave this room immediately, or go over chess and beat the dog head of Yan Qingchi, let him show again, let him do it again!
Yan Qingchi stared at him and pleaded silently for himself: Oh, I didn't let you learn.
"It's not that you just asked me to paint." Jiang Moji retorted silently.
Yan Qingchi felt that he was really innocent: I obviously just helped you make a siege, would you? Otherwise, you will show your painting skills to Chess.
Jiang Mo sneered and looked at him: Who is the culprit?
Yan Qingchi opened his eyes wide, and the next second, he looked sadly mixed with innocence, mixed with grievances, and even looked at him with some sadness.
Jiang Mojiu could not bear to turn his head to watch, it was too spicy, the picture was too scary and he didn't dare to see it.
Seeing him turning his head, Yan Qingchi couldn't help but endure. As soon as he had a radian in his lips, he saw that Qi Qi was looking at him. Yan Qingchi was about to ask him what happened, so he saw Qi Qi and turned to see Jiang Moyu again, Jiang Moyu had no choice but to look down at him, asking, "What's wrong?"
