House Dad’s Literary Life

"Hey, was the crayon that my father bought for you still? Take it, Dad teaches you to draw a cute, cute cartoon character!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

I know that Dad has a lot of magical ideas!

"Okay!" He was full of joy, and he slammed the chopsticks and ran upstairs.

Murphy just chased him to feed him. The little guy is getting more and more difficult now. Not only does he run around, but he doesn't like to open his mouth for a long time. Murphy is exhausted by every meal he has tossed.

No, Murphy took the bowl with a little temper, came back from the living room, saw the cockroach running upstairs, and saw some food left in the bowl, and frowned, asked: "What do you do when you run upstairs? No food!"

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "I asked her to go to her crayons. Was she not talking about the blackboard newspaper? I thought of her a painting that could be spent on the blackboard."

"That's why you indulge her, wait for you to be like you, and chase after feeding her to eat a bite, then it's finished!" Murphy blamed.

"Well, don't worry, don't you go to feed and eat, teach when you paint." Yang Lan looked at Murphy and hurriedly squatted.

Murphy's irritability, Yang Lan can still understand. Don't look at Xiaoyan's usual time, but since walking happily, this little guy is a big problem to eat. Don't say that Murphy will lose his temper. Sometimes Yang Hao feeds him to eat, toss an hour and a bowl. not eating porridge, every spoon stretched past his mouth or drum capsule capsule, Yang Yi also get annoyed wanted to hit his little ass!

Murphy sees Yang Hao like this, his temper can't be sent out, his mouth is slightly hooked, and he smiles: "Okay, don't yell at me, feed you, you will be more angry than me!"

After that, Murphy used a spoon to pick up a little tomato scrambled eggs that he liked to eat, and then walked to the living room with a bowl. This is a long-lasting battle.

"Hey, give it to you!" He quickly came downstairs. She held a crayon box and a sketchbook and exclaimed with excitement.

In order to see Dad draw, the little girl picked up her little bowl and wanted to run to her father's side.

"You will finish the meal first, we will draw again later, otherwise, your mother will be angry again!" Yang Lan stopped her, he also squinted at the eyebrows, indicating that she looked at the living room.

"Open the mouth, let Ma Ma see you finished eating?" Murphy's voice just passed over, although it is still not a sultry, but the tone raised, all clearly shows her strictness.

I couldn't help but shrink my head, turned my head back, and spit out my little tongue with my dad, as if she was scared. Just screaming at her, it seems that she is still daring with her father!

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In the evening, I can finally draw!

On the carpet in the living room, Yang Lan and Yan were sitting side by side in front of the coffee table. Because of the demonstration and teaching, Yang Lan put the sketchbook on the coffee table, so that he can see it clearly.

"If we are a blackboard, first of all, we have to draw such a big circle on this blackboard, see it? This may be a bit difficult for you, because you have to draw such a big circle on the blackboard, but it doesn't matter. Slowly draw, yours is chalk, you can use the blackboard to modify." Yang Lan picked up a black crayon and easily drew a circle on the paper. He painted while saying, "Of course, Dad now uses It's black crayon, but when you can draw the outline with white chalk, wait until you finish painting, coloring, and then carefully follow the outline with chalk."

曦曦 concentrating on watching my father draw, and nodded casually.

However, Dad painted the circle by hand, and it was so beautiful to look at it. He couldn’t help but open his small mouth and watched his father’s hand holding the crayon.

Dad is too good, well painted!

"This circle is the head of the robot cat that we want to spend, called Xiao Dang's robot cat!" Yang said with a smile.

"Hey, little bell?" He responded quickly and turned to look at Dad in amazement.

Xiao Ling was a friend of her kindergarten. Fortunately, she had a good memory. She changed Lan Lan and certainly could not remember.

"Not a small bell, called Xiao Dangdang." Yang Xiao smiled and wrote these three words in the blank space next to him. "Why is it called Xiao Dang? You see, we are here, draw a small collar, middle picture A small circle with a t-character in the middle. You see, this is not like a bell that jingles? Before we brought it to the buns. Because it was jingling, we called him a small jingle."

Yang Wei found out that how he explained it was related to the bell.

However, at this time, the trip did not put the difference between the bell and the jingle in the heart, she quickly pointed a small head, and leaned closer to Dad, his face rested on Dad’s arm, watching with full concentration Dad draws.

"Next, we draw the outline of the body. You see, these two short are its arms, the round is the hand, then draw a body and feet here, the foot is an elliptical shape, more than the egg Flat..." Yang Lan slowly painted to see.

His movements have been very slow, and he is afraid that he will not understand.

Under the outline of Yang Lan, a small jingle standing in the most common penguin standing position and expressing the most ordinary smile gradually appeared in front of the sly.

Of course, there is a crayon, and Yang Lan still wants to paint and let the 曦曦 look at the final result.

"It's body, here is blue, then the collar is red, the bell is bright yellow, the mouth is red, the tongue is orange..." Yang said, while coloring.

Just then, suddenly, there was a shadow over it.

Yang Lan and the squatting look turned their heads.

It’s a small trick!

I saw a small trousers wearing fat pants (with diapers inside), a small hand pressed the coffee table, a small hand squatting behind the wings, his body leaned forward slightly, and he also arched his small butt, looking curious I went to see what my father and sister are doing.

However, "Peeping" was discovered, and Dad and his sister looked at it with a brush. Xiaoyan had a feeling of being a guilty conscience. He blinked his eyes first, then turned and ran, "giggle" and ran out of the living room. Know if Dad and Sister are willing to stay with him to watch.

Otaru’s enthusiasm is an episode that makes people discover.

Laughing and returning to the gods, Yang Lan then finished the little 叮, then smiled and asked: "How, this little jingle is cute?"

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Just watching Dad painting, she didn't dare to say her own words to disturb Dad. At this moment, the little girl can finally use her full strength to express her love for Xiao Dang!

"Haha, Dad told you, you put this on the blackboard, there will definitely be a lot of people who like your blackboard!" Yang Lan looked at the excited look, slightly smug, smiled, "and, this is just Initially, Dad teaches you how to draw expressions and make more action-packed jingle!"

I have been learning painting for a long time. Yang Lan did not let her continue to watch, but spread two sketch papers, let Yan also pick up a crayon and paint with himself.

The first painting, the painting was not very successful, the circle was so crooked, but I have to say that it is very talented in painting, and the proportion of small jingle figure is very good. , it is poor proficiency!

However, when she painted the little jingle, she suddenly had a major discovery. She turned around and said with a pleasant surprise: "Hey, hey! The body of Xiao Dang is also blue! With Xiaoyan, Xiaoshi and 哆Hey, it’s a bit like... um, but, Xiao Yan, they are not as blue as Xiao Dang."

It’s just like, the big pie face is just like a glimpse!

Yang Lan said with a half-truth and falsehood: "Because of this little jingle, Dad was inspired by them from a young age! And Dad also thought of a very interesting story for Xiao Xiao, waiting for you to sleep at night. Let me talk to you!"

"Okay! There are stories to listen to!" I was so happy that I couldn't help but get up and cheered up with my little arms around my father's side.

However, she was still thinking about her blackboard newspaper. After the excitement, she quickly sat down and said to her father with great energy: "Hey, let's draw a small jingle first! I want to paint the little jingle super!" ”