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Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi, "Did you forget something?" For example, I can't draw.

Of course Yan Qingchi didn't forget, "You just draw one stroke, just draw one stroke, it's very simple."

Jiang Mochen took it dubiously and drew a vertical line at the corner.

He returned the pen to Yan Qingchi, and Yan Qingchi handed the pen to Chess and Chess, "I also draw a stroke of Chess and Chess, and then Dad will make a magic trick for you."

Qiqi took the pen, bit his lower lip and thought about it, not far from Jiang Mochen's vertical line, he also drew a vertical line, and returned the pen to him with anticipation.

Yan Qingchi said, "It's good."

Then he started to paint, he painted very quickly, adding a lot of things in some places, and just passing over some places. He used Jiang Mochen's vertical line as the basis, and quickly drew a branch of a tree, extending Branches and flowers, and floating petals.

The short vertical line next to the chess and chess was drawn by him as a small tree with one or two branches just pulled out.

Yan Qingchi painted very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to finish the painting. The whole painting turned into a cartoon-like spring scene. There are flowers and trees, as well as kittens and dogs and birds that fall on the branches.

Chess gave a "wow" and was very surprised, "It looks good."

Yan Qingchi signed his name in the corner, then handed the pen to Qiqi, "Sign your name, little painter."

Qiqi was a little shy when he heard him call him a little painter.

Then he handed the pen to Jiang Mochen.

"I want to sign too?" He looked at Yan Qingchi.

"Sign it, after all, you also drew it."

"Well, autograph." Qiqi handed the pen to him again.

Jiang Mochen had no choice but to take it and wrote his name under the name of Qiqi. He was used to signing and signing, and picking up the pen was the trajectory of his habit. He was just wronged by Xiao Qiqi, stared at his name for a long time, and then asked him suspiciously, "Father, did you draw another stroke? But now you don't draw anymore, you want to write your name."

Yan Qingchi lowered his head and snickered.

Jiang Mochen had no choice but to write his name under his inertial signature again, and he was satisfied with the game of chess. He pointed to the names of the three of them and read word by word, "Yan Qingchi, Qiqi, Jiang Mochen."

"Um."

Chess looked at the painting and was very happy, so he said cheerfully, "Then let's paint another one!"

Jiang Mochen was so annoyed by his son's words that he almost didn't come up. It was Yan Qingchi who assured him, "You can draw whatever you want, all vertical lines are fine."

Jiang Mochen breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the children are all debts! Young father Jiang Mochen sighed with emotion.

So, a new round of painting began. Jiang Mochen completely followed Teacher Yan's instructions and drew all vertical lines. Chess said, "You can't do this."

Jiang Mochen's face did not change, but his heart did not beat, "Listen to your father."

Qiqi went to see Yan Qingchi, and Yan Qingchi patted his head, "Wait a while to make a magic trick for you."

Chess was relieved, and he drew carefully.

When Yanqing Pond came to an end, he connected Jiang Mochen's vertical lines to form a fence. Inside the fence was a small wooden house. In front of the house, there were a few chickens eating rice, and a dog was lying on a fence. in the arms of the little girl.

Chess said "wow" again, "Dad is amazing."

"The chess and chess are also very good. The three of us are very good."

Qiqi nodded. He put away the two paintings and planned to take them back. Jiang Mochen took two pictures before he put them away and looked at them carefully.

Strictly speaking, this painting has nothing to do with him or chess and chess. It is entirely due to Yan Qingchi's last magic stroke, and he is the leader of the entire painting. But this did not prevent Jiang Mochen, who had been painting handicap since he was a child, from being secretly happy. After all, both paintings still have his name on them.

Chess looked at his watch when it was nine o'clock and was about to go to bed, Yan Qingchi took him into the bathroom.

Jiang Mochen took advantage of this time to send the second painting to his WeChat group with Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, and Liao Sibo.

Jiang Mochen: [Picture]

Jiang Mochen: How is it? I drew it!

Yu Xihe:  …

Ren Xu: [frightened] [frightened] [frightened]

Liao Sibo: Am I blind?

Ren Xu: Jiang Mochen, if you are kidnapped, just blink.

Yu Xihe: For the secret code, I'm afraid it's a fake. Do you dare to promise when I call Liuwa?

Jiang Mochen:  …

Ren Xu: I looked at it carefully. Did you only draw your own name in this painting?

Yu Xihe: Or rice for chickens?

Liao Sibo: Or chicken eyes?

Jiang Mochen was angry: You guys did it on purpose, I painted at least one third of this painting, okay?

Yu Xihe: Okay, the seal is fake, the Chen head I know can bleed and bleed, but the brush cannot be held.

Ren Xu: Yes, whoever asked him to paint, he blocked whoever was.

Liao Sibo: I took a closer look at the three names. I remember your son was only five years old. If he had such a brushstroke, he would probably be more popular than you. So, is it the one from your family who painted it?

Jiang Mochen tried to reason with them, "We work together to paint, everyone

out of force. "

Ren Xu: So where is your strength?

Jiang Mochen:  …

Yu Xihe: One third, it's not the rice that the chickens eat. Let me make a bold guess. Could it be that fence you painted?

Ren Xu: He can't draw it, so he guesses he can only draw the rows of vertical lines, hahahaha

Liao Sibo: Hahahahaha, vertical line, hahahaha

Jiang Mochen:  …

The system showed that Jiang Mochen had left the group chat.

Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, Liao Sibo: Hahahahahahahahaha

Yu Xihe quickly pulled Jiang Mochen into the group again, and remedied: "Actually, this row of vertical lines is well drawn, especially straight!"

Jiang Mochen: Oh

Ren Xu: Really, the line spacing is also very uniform.

Liao Sibo: And it's really a third.

Jiang Mochen: It's too late, plastic friendship, break up online!

Yu Xihe: Mainly...

Liao Sibo: It's really a bit...

Ren Xu: Don't listen to them, Mo Chen, if you think this way, even knowing that you can only draw a row of vertical lines, you are willing to play with you like this, to satisfy your fun of painting, Yan Qingchi must really love you. !

Yu Xihe immediately agreed: true love is real, more real than diamonds.

Liao Sibo was a little embarrassed. He had an unpleasant past with Yan Qingchi before. Although he shook hands with Yan Qingchi now, he also accepted Yan Qingchi, but he was still a little speechless when he asked him to praise Yan Qingchi. However, he grew up with Jiang Mochen in the end. He knew that Jiang Mochen's painting skills were simply negative, and he felt that Yan Qingchi could accompany Jiang Mochen to paint, which was really not easy. So, he sent a message: It's not easy.

Jiang Mochen was so angry with the three of them, "It's not me, it's the two of us who play chess and chess."

Ren Xu sent a contemptuous expression: "Come down, stop insulting other people's chess and chess. Do you have a good chess and chess painting?"

Yu Xihe: Do you have any chess paintings?

Liao Sibo: Do ​​you have chess and chess paintings?

Jiang Mochen threw his phone angrily! It's not good to be young. From childhood to adulthood, your strengths and weaknesses are clear, and it's not good at all!

Qiqi took a bath and slept in the same bed with Jiang Mochen and Yanqingchi. He slept in the middle, with Yanqingchi on the left and Jiang Mochen on the right. Qiqi took their hands and said, "I'm going to sleep. "

Yan Qingchi kissed his forehead, "Good night baby."

Seeing this, Jiang Mochen thought that Yan Qingchi had said that Qiqi liked others to kiss him, so he leaned over and kissed Qiqi's face, "Good night."

Seeing that he kissed the right cheek, Yan Qingchi naturally kissed the left cheek of Qiqi.

Qiqi was kissed on both cheeks by the two of them, and his shy face turned red. He stretched out his hand to cover his cheeks and closed his eyes, "Qiqi fell asleep." After a while, he said, "Dad and father also Good night."

Yan Qingchi thought he was cute and wanted to poke him, but he was afraid of affecting his sleep, so he didn't move, just looked at him with a smile.

Qiqi quickly fell asleep, put his hands down, rolled around, and rolled into Yan Qingchi's arms.

"Are you sleeping with me tonight?" Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Mochen. @Infinite good text, all in

Jiang Mochen nodded, "I will accompany Qiqi."

Yan Qingchi had no objection, just said, "That might be a bit crowded."

"It's okay." Jiang Mochen smiled.

Yan Qingchi didn't bother about this issue anymore.

He remembered what Xiao He said before and sent himself a few links. Thinking that he was free now, he picked up his mobile phone, clicked into WeChat, and followed the link.

The first two links posted by Xiao He are normal forum discussion posts, but the number of pages in this post is a bit too many.

Yan Qingchi heard Jiang Mochen saying that he wanted to give himself a wave of popularity, but only saw hundreds of comments and dozens of retweets on Weibo. He was still very curious, and said what kind of popularity this is, compared to Jiang Mochen's number of fans. It's not proportional, I didn't expect the heat to be here.

Qiqi sleeps very deeply, and as long as there is not too much noise, it will generally not wake him up. So Yan Qingchi said with confidence, "Jiang Mochen," he turned to look at Jiang Mochen, "I'll ask you a question."

"What?" Jiang Mochen sent Wu Yuan a wait, then put down the phone and looked at him.

"Why is the photo of the two of us watching the movie today, there are very few reposts and comments on Weibo, and no hot searches, but the discussion on the forum seems to be quite high."

"Because this belongs to my private life, forwarding comments as data is generally related to work promotion, so that others can see your popularity and see that you have commercial value, so that they can be converted into film and television or advertising resources. But privately In this way, fans default not to make a big fuss, for fear of affecting their idol's life, and also afraid of giving the person who posted the photos too much popularity, so that she can taste the sweetness, thus interfering with my life, or directly slandering rumors."

"Ah?" Yan Qingchi didn't understand.

"You think so, today he posted a photo of us, and everyone knows that he met me. If there are too many retweets and comments at this time, it will attract passers-by. Then he will post a second one, saying that he is very disappointed. I didn't expect me to be like this. People who have no social morals. Do you think everyone will believe it?"

Yan Qingchi almost didn't have to think, "Yes. Because he posted our photos before, others knew that he did meet us."

"Yes. Therefore, fans generally don't give too much attention to this kind of private Weibo, just because they are afraid that they will make him popular, but he will bite back. As for hot searches, things like hot searches are actually not common."

"

Why? "

@Infinite good text, all in

"You think, the hot search is so big. When everyone buys the hot search, they will definitely buy it forward, and strive to let more people see it. This has caused, if a person is on the hot search on the first day, you will feel very uncomfortable. Novelty, the next day is also hot search, you will be curious about what happened to him today? But if he has been hot search, you will get bored, and think it is you, why is it always you! Invisibly, you will Annoy people."

"But I think there are many stars who are always on the hot search?"

"Because celebrities themselves live in exposure, and you are active in everyone's field of vision, everyone will remember you. Therefore, even if some companies know that this will arouse the disgust of passers-by, they will let their artists stay there all the time. On the hot search, after all, black and red are also red, and red is the most important." He looked at Yan Qingchi, "Do you understand?"

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Understood."

He looked down at the post on his mobile phone, "So we can discuss it in the forum? Don't worry?" @Infinite 好文, all in

"Most of the forums that can post to you are fans. This kind of private post of a certain celebrity will come in as fans. Naturally, it can be discussed. However, because of the public nature of the forum, in general, they also It won't be too exaggerated, but it will be more restrained."

Yan Qingchi understood, and began to read the post, and when he looked at it, he became restless.

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