"Of course," Tang Wuyou said firmly, "hearing is false and seeing is believing. Can you see for yourself?"

Tang Chengan nodded.

right.

Makes sense.

No matter how much you ask, it's all nonsense. Just go and see for yourself and you will know.

He didn't think much. When Tang Wuyou came to call him, he and Tang Wuyou came to Qingyuan together.

Walking into the living room, all four children were there.

Seeing him come in, four children walked up to him each holding a painting.

Tang Xiaochu, who started the conversation, handed him the message: "Uncle Cheng'an, this is our welcome gift to welcome you home."

Tang Chengan: "..."

Are there any meet-and-greet gifts?

He prepared nothing!

This is a bit embarrassing...

Embarrassed, he scratched his cheek, squatted down, and took Tang Xiaochu's painting.

He was a little surprised when he saw the content of the painting clearly.

What Tang Xiaochu painted was a family portrait.

What surprised him was that the paintings drawn by such a young child were actually lifelike.

He recognized himself at a glance.

Not only do they look alike, but their demeanor and temperament are also very expressive.

You know, so far, Tang Xiaochu has only met him once.

He looked at Tang Xiaochu with some surprise: "Did you draw this?"

"Yes," Tang Xiaochu nodded seriously, "Welcome Uncle Chengan home!"

He stretched out his little arms and hugged Tang Chengan: "Mom's biggest wish is to find Uncle Chengan and take Uncle Chengan home. Now, Uncle Chengan is back home. Uncle Chengan has helped mother realize her wish. Thank you.

Uncle Chengan!"

Tang Xiaochu's little body was very small, but very warm. Tang Chengan's body was a little stiff, and his breathing became lighter. His arms were stretched out, and he didn't dare to let Tang Xiaochu's body rest. He always felt that such a small body, as long as he moved a little,

It looks like you can break his bones if you use force.

His body was very stiff, but fortunately, Tang Xiaochu let him go quickly.

Tang Xiaoci stepped forward, his big eyes smiling like crescent moons, and his clean smile like sweet honey: "Uncle Chengan, this is my gift. Welcome Uncle Chengan home!"

Tang Xiaoci handed the family portrait he drew to Tang Cheng'an, feeling a little embarrassed: "Uncle Cheng'an, my brother likes to draw. My brother draws better than me. I don't draw well. Uncle Cheng'an, don't dislike it!"

Tang Chengan took the painting he painted.

If Tang Xiaochu's painting is a realistic style, and everyone in the family portrait is lifelike, and you can recognize who is who at a glance, then Tang Xiaoci's painting is an abstract style.

The people in the paintings are all very good-looking, but you can only tell their age, gender, and who they are, but you can never tell.

Tang Xiaoci's words were not modesty. It is true that his painting was not as good as Tang Xiaochu's, but Tang Cheng'an still praised: "The painting is great."

It can be seen that the child drew with great care.

There are probably not many people in the world who can draw as well as Tang Xiaochu at such a young age.

It is already surprising that the Gu family has Tang Xiaochu. It would be unreasonable if Tang Xiaoci also had a talent as great as Tang Xiaochu.

Tang Xiaoci was very happy when he heard Tang Chengan praise him. He also hugged Tang Chengan, tilted his head and put his mouth on Tang Chengan's cheek: "Welcome home, Uncle Chengan."

The little guy's lips were as soft as petals, and they softened all the way into Tang Chengan's heart.

Tang Chengan reached out and rubbed the little guy's head, and his inner monologue was: I finally got the baby!

happiness!

He stroked Tang Xiaoci's head a few times, feeling so happy that he felt happy.

Tang Xiaoci stepped away, and Xiao Shen walked slowly to Tang Chengan, handed the painting he drew to Tang Chengan, and said in a sweet voice: "Welcome home, Uncle Chengan."

Tang Chengan took the painting.

Xiao Shen's painting was actually pretty good, and she could tell the difference between age and gender. Of course, it was impossible to tell who was who by appearance.

This is also very good. After all, Xiao Shen is still too young. It would be great for such a young child to be able to draw figures that look like people instead of monsters.

"Xiao Shen is awesome, the painting is so good!" Tang Chengan rubbed Xiao Shen's little head and continued to play with the baby.

Xiao Shen came closer to him, hugged him with her short arms, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Tang Chengan's cheek with her tender and soft mouth with great effort, and then stepped away.

Xiao Yu'er ran up to Tang Chengan, pushed the words in his hand to Tang Chengan, raised his little hand and touched Tang Chengan's face, nose, and mouth, with a raised little face and big black eyes smiling.

: "New tweet, beautiful!"

Tang Chengan: "..."

Tang Wuyou knelt down next to Tang Chengan: "Xiao Yu'er, please say, welcome Uncle Chengan home."

Xiao Yu'er glanced at Tang Wuyou, looked away, and continued to admire Tang Chengan's beauty with her little head raised: "It's beautiful!"

Tang Wuyou: "..."

Tang Chengan coughed and looked down at the painting Xiao Yu'er put into his hand... Well, good, the soul painter finally appeared!

Just now he was still thinking that his sister's four sons were so awesome, no matter whether they were older or younger, they were not only good-looking, but they could also draw.

Especially the boss, judging from his current level, he might be a talented painter in the future.

Moreover, he might even be specially hired by the police to work as a portrait artist for the police.

The painting looks so similar.

It looks like it was cut out of a photo.

This cannot be achieved by hard work, it must be talent and God will reward you.

At such a young age, his talent is so amazing, coupled with his acquired training, he can definitely become a national treasure-level portrait artist. He can draw the appearance of a suspect just by describing it, and the drawing can be exactly the same.

The eldest brother is super powerful, and he has great talent at first glance, and the second and third children are also very powerful. He also thought that his cheap senior sister and senior brother-in-law also have great genes and luck, and they have raised several such outstanding sons.

Not only is he good-looking, he is also talented.

Just as he was sighing, the soul painter Xiao Yu'er appeared.

The family portrait painted by Xiao Yuer can only be described by the four "soul painters". The men and women... can barely be distinguished by the length of their hair. There are enough people, but their appearance... everyone has strange shapes and eyes.

, the nose and mouth are all weird, some people believe that he is a monster.

He was amused, touched Xiao Yu'er's little head, and smiled like Xiao Yu'er with crooked eyebrows: "Xiao Yu'er's painting is so good!"

Xiao Yu'er was very happy to be praised, so she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "New tweet, beautiful!"

Tang Wuyou: "..."

He held Xiao Yu'er's little hand without saying anything, and pointed at the painting Xiao Yu'er drew: "Xiao Yu'er, which one is your new tweet?"

Xiao Yuer pointed at a certain "monster" on the painting and said in a sweet voice: "This!"

Tang Wuyou was puzzled: "Since you said your new Jiujiu looks good, why did you draw it like this?"
Chapter completed!