Almighty Star Daddy

Shu Ya sat aside, watching Xuanxuan's serious painting, she suddenly seemed to think of something, turned to Han Mo and asked softly, "When did you learn to paint?"

In fact, the last time she found out that Han Mo was a knight on a horse, who could not only write fairy tales but also draw, she was already shocked.

Han Mo is indeed very talented. Back then, when he was in school, he would write songs for the band, and Shu Ya reluctantly believed in writing fairy tales, but Shu Ya had never heard Han Mo mention about painting. No chance, I finally found an opportunity today and must ask clearly.

This question made Han Mo's heart stunned. He learned painting in the previous world, but he definitely couldn't say the answer. He thought about it and said with a calm expression, "I liked painting since I was a child, but at that time My dad forced me to play the piano every day, so I could only teach myself secretly, but painting is all about talent. Some people started to learn painting at the age of three or four, but they didn’t learn anything, but some The people who are not taught, teach themselves without a teacher, and can draw very well, I belong to the latter."

After saying that, Han Mo felt embarrassed. He didn't know whether Shu Ya would believe that he could teach himself to his level, because he was exposed to sketching at the age of 7 in the previous world. I have been self-taught, but modeling is also related to painting.

He can draw any shape of the nose on anyone's face. This skill comes from sketching. Through the gradient of shadows, the most popular explanation is that it is still possible to draw a three-dimensional nose on white paper, not to mention the face.

Later, after he had been exposed to modeling, he systematically studied painting again. With the foundation, plus talent and understanding, he would have the level of later painting. Of course, he couldn't tell Shu Ya about this, and she wouldn't. Believe.

"Why didn't you tell me when we were in love?" Shu Ya asked.

"At that time, I was in love, and I didn't have a chance to show it." Han Mo explained with a little guilty conscience.

Han Mo was still thinking about how he would explain if Shu Ya didn't believe it and continued to ask.

"Hmph, dishonest." During this period of time, Han Mo gave Shu Ya too many surprises. Although she said that Han Mo was dishonest and pretended to be angry, blaming him for not telling her about painting, she actually felt that the mysterious Han Mo was pretty good. of.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but fortunately Shu Ya didn't get to the bottom of it, so he didn't say much about this topic. It would be easy to reveal the truth if he explained too much, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

In fact, Shu Ya is not not curious, but is recalling their college days.

At that time, she was really busy in love every day, because she was initially attracted by Han Mo's way of playing the guitar, so she was also interested in his musical talent when she was in love. Except for the date, she was in the piano room, and there was really no chance to show painting.

Shu Ya didn't want to ask any more, her eyes fell on Xuan Xuan's drawing paper.

Han Mo said just now that he is a person with talent for painting, Shu Ya wanted to say that he was stinky, but seeing Xuan Xuan's paintings, she couldn't help but think that painting really requires talent, and the little guy is very talented Drawing talent.

Children's paintings are not copies, but re-creations of original things. The puppy's head is triangular, the car has big eyes, and the house is colorful.

But Shu Ya was still surprised that a four-year-old child could draw so many patterns.

"Xuanxuan, did the teacher teach you all these paintings?" Shu Ya asked while looking at the pictures on the drawing paper.

The little guy raised his head, looked at his mother with big eyes, and said in a milky voice,

"It wasn't taught by the teacher, it was Xuanxuan who drew it according to the picture book."

Shu Ya remembered that now the painting class in kindergarten is still mainly based on coloring, and at most it is to draw some simple graphics. As for Xuanxuan's words, according to the picture book, obviously the picture book will not be like this, or Xuanxuan Xuan has undergone secondary processing.

The little guy suddenly looked at his mother excitedly, his big eyes widened, "Mom, let me paint you a picture."

Shu Ya was taken aback, "Portrait?"

"Yeah, mom, you sit there, and I'll take a picture of you." The little guy pointed to the sofa chair not far away.

Before Shu Ya could react, the little guy took his mother's hand and walked towards the sofa chair. Shu Ya was pushed into the chair by the child and sat down.

"Mom, sit down and don't move." The little guy ran back to the table and took a piece of drawing paper, then said to Han Mo, "Dad, can you bring the easel to me?"

Xuanxuan stretched out her little finger and pointed to the open space opposite the sofa chair.

"Of course it's fine." Han Mo gently touched the top of the little guy's head, and cooperated to help move the easel to the position designated by the little guy.

Shu Ya actually didn't believe that a child could draw her a portrait. Thinking about the small animals and cars on the paper just now, Shu Ya sighed silently in her heart, not daring to imagine herself for a while.

Seeing Shu Ya frowning slightly, Han Mo guessed her little worry, and couldn't help snickering, "Don't worry, our Xuanxuan draws very well, and the portraits of people are more than 90% similar." A tacit look at the little guy.

"Has Xuanxuan painted for you too?" Shu Ya asked in disbelief.

"I did, it's great, just..." Han Mo smiled and pulled out a long voice.

"Just what, you say." Shu Ya urged.

"It's just a bit long, but I work slowly and work hard." Han Mo smiled again.

The little guy has already prepared the painting tools to be used, and pouted his pink lips, "Mom, sit down, Xuanxuan is going to start painting."

Shu Ya sat in the sofa chair according to the child's instructions. Although Han Mo always praised the little guy for his painting skills, Xuan Xuan was also full of self-confidence, but no matter how you looked at Han Mo's smile, there was a smirk in it.

Minutes and seconds passed, and Shu Ya didn't know how long it took. Sitting in one position was very tired. Every time she moved a little, she would be stopped by the little guy and told him to sit down and not move. The paintings presented in a while can have better effects. Shu Ya tried her best to stay still. Not only did she not move her body, but she even looked in one direction without squinting.

Han Mo has been sitting on the side of the sofa chair without speaking.

The room became extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was Xuan Xuan softly saying, "Mom, don't move."

Although Shu Ya is an actor, she will try different roles when acting, and sometimes she will sit for a long time for a scene, repeating it over and over again, but like now, sitting on the sofa motionless has never happened. . She felt every cell in her body freeze, it was so painful.

But she was very happy when she thought that she could see the portrait painted by her daughter for a while. Shu Ya also secretly decided to frame this painting and keep it forever. This is the first time the little guy has painted her mother. Be prepared, it may be re-processed on the original appearance, but it is nothing more than adding a bow tie or adding a few more colors, it should not be bad.

But it turns out that Shu Ya still underestimated the little guy's imagination.

Just when Shu Ya felt that she had grown into the sofa and would take root after sitting for another second, the little guy suddenly shouted excitedly, "Mom, I'm done drawing, come and see."

Shu Ya was also very excited when she heard this. She was not excited that she could see the children's drawings immediately. She was excited that she could finally move, but just as she was about to stand up, she didn't have time to get up completely. Sit back on the sofa.

"Oh, my mother's legs are numb. Xuanxuan brings the painting and let her see it." Shu Ya said expectantly while rubbing her calf.

The little guy jumped up and down with the drawing paper and ran to his mother, with his little hands behind his back, his little cheeks puffed up, and his chubby little face very cute, "Mom, close your eyes first."

Shu Ya quickly closed her eyes, looking forward to the first portrait her daughter drew for him. At this moment, Han Mo was standing by the sofa, ready to look at the portrait.

"Okay, let's see." There was joy in the little guy's sweet childish voice.

Shu Ya heard the sound of the paper moving, and opened her eyes by copying, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and finally she could see the portrait drawn by her daughter, but...

The moment she saw the drawing paper, the expression on her face instantly froze, and the corners of her eyes trembled slightly.

Han Mo laughed out loud.

Shu Ya tried her best to keep her smile patiently, pointed at the "monster" on the drawing paper and said, "Xuanxuan, this is your mother?"

It's not that Shu Ya dislikes children. Of course, a four-year-old child can't draw very much alike, but in order to see this unknown object on the drawing paper, she was really angry that she had to sit motionless on the sofa all morning.

But Shu Ya didn't want to discourage the child's enthusiasm, so she praised Xuanxuan. The little guy was so happy that he ran away.

Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan's painting and nodded with a smirk, "Well, yes, it's very similar. The similarity is over 90%."

"Where does it look like? What do you think this painting looks like me?" Shu Ya praised the child just now because Xuanxuan was young. She should be encouraged more at the budding stage of interest, but Han Mo actually said the image with a smirk, and She just asked Han Mo if he had painted for him, and he confidently said that he had painted it, and it was intentional at first glance. Shu Ya rolled her eyes at Han Mo, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Seeing that Shu Ya was really angry, Han Mo said with a smile, "I'm talking about this portrait."

He sent another portrait to Shu Ya. This was the portrait he drew for Shu Ya while sitting on the side. On the painting paper, Shu Ya's face was turned sideways, and the delicate and delicate outline was perfectly presented on the painting paper.

This is the first time Han Mo has painted Shu Ya. Just now, the little guy said he wanted to paint for his mother. At first, he just had the mentality of watching the fun, because the little guy had painted for him before. Of course, the level is the same as now, and there is no difference. .

But looking at it, Han Mo couldn't help but start writing, because Shu Ya was so beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to remember this beauty with a brush.

Shu Ya held the drawing paper in both hands and couldn't help widening her eyes.