In the quiet room, there were three people sitting around a small round table. Qi Qi sat in the middle, drawing with a colored pencil.
Jiang Mochen looked at his movements, and there was only one thought in his mind. If time could go back 20 minutes ago, he would definitely refuse Yan Qingchi right after he said, "Do you want to draw with me?". He could tell Qi Qi that he had something else to do, and he could promise Qi Qi that he would draw with him next time. But definitely not now. He was sitting at the same table as Qi Qi in front of Yan Qingchi, preparing to draw.
Jiang Mochen looked at the colored pencil in front of him and felt a pang of regret. He looked up at Yan Qingchi and glared at him fiercely. He deeply felt that it was a wrong decision to let Yan Qingchi in today's room. What a jerk!
Twenty minutes ago, when Jiang Mochen had just entered the room, Qi Qi had started to draw. He drew very seriously, and even colored the puppy after he finished drawing. When everything was done, he sat up straight and looked at Jiang Mochen, and then at Yan Qingchi.
He was young, so his drawing was inevitably immature. It was a standard child's drawing style. However, after Yan Qingchi saw his drawing, he added a puppy next to his puppy according to his drawing style.
Qi Qi looked at his drawing with curved eyes. When he finished, he naturally moved the drawing to Jiang Mochen, waiting for him to draw one too.
As a result, Jiang Mochen's depressed and regretful mentality appeared.
Jiang Mochen looked at the drawing that suddenly appeared in front of him. He only hated himself for accidentally entering the room. He originally thought that Yan Qingchi would teach Qi Qi how to draw, so he wanted to see how they got along and accompany Qi Qi. But what was going on now? Why did he also need to draw?
He thought for a while and looked at the culprit again. "Didn't you want to teach him how to draw? Is that how you teach them? "
Yan Zicui supported himself with one hand and said calmly, "Painting is just for fun. Let's play for now. When Qi Qi is happy, I'll teach him."
"You can teach him now." Jiang Mochen emphasized the word "now".
Yan Qingchi raised his eyelids and looked at him for a moment. Then, he remembered that he had been glaring at him with hatred when he lowered his head. He immediately guessed what was going on. He retracted his arm and said slowly, "Okay, but I'm a guest after all, and you're Qi Qi's father. Then, why don't we teach Qi Qi together?"
Before he could refuse, Yan Qingchi pulled out a piece of paper from the table and handed it to him with a smile. "You can draw whatever you want first. Qi Qi and I will get to know your drawing style. Then, we will divide the teaching."
Jiang Mochen looked at the smile on his face and was stunned by his series of actions … He must be doing this on purpose! This was definitely intentional! What a jerk!
He looked at the paper in Yan Qingchi's hand and didn't know whether to take it or not. He could only say coldly, "You can draw first."
Yan Qingchi didn't hesitate. He took a piece of colored lead and began to draw on the paper. Qi Qi saw that he was drawing very quickly and leaned over to take a look. After a while, a smiling puppy with curved eyes appeared on the paper.
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is it cute?"
Qi Qi nodded and reached out to touch the puppy on the paper. He said softly, "It's cute."
Jiang Mochen looked at him coldly. He saw that Yan Qingchi's drawing style was somewhat similar to that of a manga, but he deliberately made it more cartoonish, probably to cater to Qi Qi's preferences.
As he was looking, he saw Yan Qingchi raise his head and meet his eyes. Their eyes met. Jiang Mochen was sure that he saw mockery and pride in Yan Qingchi's eyes. Jiang Mochen gritted his teeth silently. He heard Yan Qingchi laugh and say, "I'm done. Young Master Jiang, it's your turn."
Qi Qi heard this and turned to look at Jiang Mochen with obvious expectation in his eyes.
Jiang Mochen looked at the expectation in his eyes and didn't know what to do. Should he say to Qi Qi, "I'm sorry, Qi Qi, daddy doesn't know how to draw?" Jiang Mochen felt that he couldn't say it out loud. This was too scary. Even after more than 20 years, he still lacked the courage to face this truth …
Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen's awkward expression and guessed that his guess was probably right. He didn't expect that the male protagonist of a novel like Jiang Mochen would have something he wasn't good at, and it turned out that drawing was his forte. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have come alive. He was no longer the simple character he used to read in the novel.
After verifying his guess, he didn't want to make things difficult for Jiang Mochen, so he said, "Forget it. A rich man like Young Master Jiang probably learned traditional drawing when he was young. His drawing style is different from mine and Qi Qi's. Let me teach him."
Jiang Mochen couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Teacher Yan."
Yan Qingchi smiled. "You're welcome."
Jiang Mochen: "… Ha."
Qi Qi was listening to their conversation. When he heard Yan Qingchi say that he would teach him, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qingchi.
He picked up another piece of paper and pointed at the dog Yan Qingchi had drawn by himself. He looked at him without saying a word.
"Do you want me to teach you how to draw this?" Yan Qingchi asked.
Qi Qi nodded. He looked at him with sparkling eyes, but he still didn't say a word.
Yan Qingchi saw the yearning in his eyes and felt his heart ache when he sensed his silence.
There were many people in the world who were silent and didn't like to talk. However, Qi Qi wasn't like that by nature. He was curious and interested in many things like a child. He was also willing to accept new things. Although he didn't speak most of the time, he looked at you with a pair of expressive eyes. Yan Qingchi connected with himself and thought that Qi Qi's problem should be psychological. He was probably reminded by someone, or he was trying to protect himself, so he was quiet and obedient. He did not say or do much.
This wasn't something that could be changed in a day or two. However, Yan Qingchi wasn't worried. If their marriage went well, he would have to live with this child for the rest of his life. He wouldn't be afraid anymore and would be able to talk and play like a normal child.
Yan Qingchi picked up a pen and drew a line on the paper. He glanced at Qi Qi. Qi Qi was smart enough to understand what he meant. He picked up a pen and imitated him. Then, Yan Qingchi saw Qi Qi turn to look at Jiang Mochen naturally.
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