The little girl was very excited. The painting she drew today was once again recognized by everyone.

The last time she drew the painting, she didn't know what was going on. She clearly thought the painting was very good, and she was very much looking forward to the scene, but in the end her father didn't seem to like it very much.

Although Shen Chong tried his best to hide his embarrassment at that time, he finally left a not very beautiful impression in Xinxin's heart.

But this time it was different. Xinxin accurately captured the pride and joy that Shen Chong came from the bottom of his heart when he saw the painting.

This shows that my father really likes this fruit watercolor painting.

Aunt Jiang and Teacher Chuxue have praised it just now, and my father has also praised it. Now it is only a matter of my mother's praise. Once everyone's praise is collected, you can summon a happy family journey.

So now she ran very fast and so happy that Shen Chong, who was standing behind, had his eyes twitching.

He hurriedly chased out, "Xinxin runs slowly! Don't fall!"

As soon as Shen Chong finished speaking, Xinxin, who was blocking half of her vision, stumbled on the coffee table, and then slapped on the living room floor, making Shen Chong who was chasing behind him feel pain.

The painting in Xinxin's hand was thrown far along the wooden floor in the living room. She threw herself on the ground with her back and forked, not knowing whether she had hit her nose.

Shen Chong rushed forward and subconsciously wanted to extend his hands to catch people.

But when he took half of his right hand and had not yet taken it out of his pocket, he suddenly woke up, then squatted down slightly awkwardly, and hugged Xinxin from his armpit with his left hand.

Xinxin, who didn't cry even after getting an injection, actually burst into tears.

"My painting! My painting...is broken!"

Xinxin forced herself to get up, hung her body on Shen Chong's left hand, rubbing her eyes while pointing at the painting that fell in the distance.

Shen Chong wanted to pick up the paintings again, but it was difficult to let go, so he was suddenly overwhelmed.

Lin Zhishu walked in quickly from outside the door, first leaned over and picked up the painting on the ground, then walked closer, bent down again, and gently stroked Xinxin's head with his hands.

"Xinxin, look, the painting has not been broken, it's fine. Where did it fall? Does it hurt?"

As he said that, Lao Lin glared at Shen Chong lightly again, thinking that he was blaming him, the father, for not knowing to help Xinxin up yet.

Shen Chong looked up and glanced at him, and his eyes were so dying that he looked down at Lao Lin's neckline.

This beautiful shape!

That sky blue...

His body suddenly stiffened.

I definitely didn't mean it!

It was you who took the initiative to come over and you were framed by me!

Seeing that Shen Chong was still in a daze, Lin Zhishu didn't know how to get Fu Xinxin up. He was puzzled first, then buried his head and looked at his chest and exclaimed in a low voice.

Jiang Yu next to him had some movement. He wiped it from the side, gently hugged Xinxin and let her sit on the coffee table, and then carefully picked up her legs and trousers.

Fortunately, Xinxin's left knee was slightly red, but she was not broken, but she also felt very heartbroken when she saw Shen Chong.

He turned his head decisively toward Xinxin and asked in a low voice: "Xinxin, where else do you have any pain?"

Xinxin pointed to her red left knee with her eyes and shook her head, "No more, only here."

She immediately looked up at the painting in Lin Zhishu's hand.

Lin Zhishu calmly pressed his neckline with his hand, glared at Shen Chong, and showed Xinxin her paintings again.

Now Xinxin felt at ease, and it was not bad.

"Mom, do I draw it well?"

Xinxin asked again with a slightly vibrato voice.

Lin Zhishu flipped over the painting, and then looked at it carefully this time, and his eyes lit up.

The color matching is clear and precise.

The wine-red apples shining with bright light, the deep purple grapes with a little mist, and the golden bananas that look like the sun. Each fruit looks lifelike, as if it is about to fall off the drawing paper.

So beautiful.

"Xinxin, did you draw it yourself or did the teacher help you?"

Even Lin Zhishu, who has always been very clear about Xinxin's talent, was a little suspicious.

Xinxin pouted, unhappy, her mother always did this.

Jiang Yu defended Xinxin next to him, "Teacher Kurasui only verbally guided her later, and 99% of the painting was painted by Xinxin himself."

Lin Zhishu is completely satisfied now.

It has to be admitted that Feng Chuxue's guidance is effective.

Even though this is just the second class teaching, it can be clearly seen that Xinxin's condition is different from that of Teacher Qin.

Teacher Qin is also very good at teaching, but his teaching methods are actually somewhat professional and dogmatic.

Lin Zhishu had never listened to Feng Chuxue's specific teaching process, but judging from this finished product, she was very satisfied with the simple still life picture. The spirituality that came to her face.

Basic skills are very important for children of the same age as Xinxin, but how to inspire her more strongly is more important.

Teacher Qin, who focuses on basic skills, lays a solid foundation for Xinxin, and Teacher Feng Chuxue, who can ignite inspiration, takes over, which complements each other.

Shen Chong did find a good teacher.

It seems that I am thinking too much. When will I get rid of my bad habits?

He is actually a little interested in me.

Old Lin thought silently, feeling his chest inexplicably a little hot.

This guy's eyes are so poisonous. My collar is so high that his thief eyes can drill in at any time.

This chromogen!

Wait, this guy's hand!

Lin Zhishu suddenly stared at Shen Chong's right hand hidden in his trouser pocket, his eyes burning and hot, full of stinging smell.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

She asked straightforwardly.

Shen Chong's heart skipped a beat and said something was wrong, it was not good, it was wrong, it was a mistake!

My right hand was noticed.

I was so revealing my signs just now!

"No! Nothing!"

In a panic, Shen Chong took out a prudent argument that he would not even be fooled and quietly walked towards the door.

At this time, his laptop was placed in the pavilion in the courtyard outside, and he planned to run away with the computer.

Lin Zhishu was so keen that he found out on the spot that he was in a wrong state.

But she grasped her identity again, and it was difficult to force Shen Chong to catch him.

Shen Chong wiped it past her, and suddenly remembered that the computer bag was still in the studio, and then turned around and turned around.

Lin Zhishu frowned tightly, and of course she could see what Shen Chong was covering up.

Jiang Yu lowered his voice and said, "It seems that there is something wrong with Shen Chong's right hand. I haven't seen him take it out today."

"Injured?"

Lin Zhishu talked to himself, but subconsciously shook his head, "If you are injured, you can't keep putting it in your pocket."

Jiang Yu nodded, "That's right, then what's going on with him?"

Lin Zhishu said: "I'll go and ask him, Sister Jiang, please help Xinxin apply medicine."

Lao Lin was about to leave, but Xinxin grabbed the corner of her clothes, "Mom, please look at my paintings again. I really painted them very seriously."

Lin Zhishu paused, thinking that since others were here, he couldn't hide, so he would ask when he came out, so he just sat down next to Xinxin.

If Shen Chong, who had just walked into the studio, would definitely give Xinxin seventy-two praises.

The little cotton jacket is pretty good!

Feng Chuxue, who was packing his brushes and paints in the studio, saw Shen Chong walking in in panic and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Chen?"

Shen Chong grabbed the computer bag, lowered his voice and said angrily: "The child's mother found something strange on my hand. She had to look at my hand. If she found it was a prosthetic limb, wouldn't this be pure nonsense?"

"ah!"

Feng Chuxue covered her mouth. She had seen the method of killing demons and talking about heart-to-heart talks, and instantly understood Shen Chong's fear.

Seeing that Shen Chong was about to leave, Feng Chuxue's eyes suddenly lit up and he grabbed the brush in his hand that Shang Wu had to wash off the yellowish pigment, "Mr. Chen, don't worry, I have a way to help you dispel Mr. Lin's doubts."

When Shen Chong saw her movements, he understood them instantly.

"Can you do it?"

Feng Chuxue nodded, "I am confident! After you go out later, you will get away first, wait until you have a distance before taking out your hands and saying hello for a simple greeting. It should be useful."

"Time is tight, you can move faster."
To be continued...