To be honest, Xixi's paintings are actually at the level of children's random graffiti. However, judging from the artistic conception and composition, Xixi is still a bit talented!

Yang Ran's eyes lit up. After he praised and encouraged the little guy, he suggested: "Xixi, is it okay to teach you how to draw?"

In his previous life, in the killer training camp, Yang Yi learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he had to understand all kinds of skills. This is the basic skill of disguise!

You know, the next tasks of the poker killer organization are the most difficult and difficult! Yang Yi has been arrested countless times by the police without any effort to hide in the public anytime and anywhere!

Although Yang Yi didn't like painting very much, and later became obsessed with music, he liked to listen to music and watch movies in his spare time, and was so carefree in his carefully arranged safe house. As for other skills such as painting, he did not make any progress after leaving the training camp.

However, it is still OK to fool Xixi!

It is naturally not possible to just say that you don’t practice. Yang Yi showed Xi Xi a trick at the beginning.

Under the little girl's marvelous eyes, Yang Yi took a black pencil, sketched it lightly, and brushed a few strokes. A little girl with long hair appeared on the paper.

It has a bit of the charm of the Q-print style of the previous life, and the little girl's facial contour and expression look very similar to Xixi. She is wearing the lace dress, long pantyhose and small leather shoes now!

In addition, Yang Yi deliberately drew the little girl's head, and her big eyes were even more cartoonish. The hair dragged to the ground was like a waterfall, which was so cute!

"Wow, dad, dad, dad is so awesome!" Xixi liked it so much that she couldn't even move her eyes away. She opened her mouth and shouted in admiration.

Yang Yi felt a sense of accomplishment when he heard his daughter’s praise!

Even though he was careful not to speak much just now - for fear of being exposed, Yang Yi couldn't help asking: "Xixi, can you tell who is the father drawing?"

Yang Yi's voice was a relatively loud voice, but when facing his daughter, he was so gentle that he was not as tough as a tough guy. Not to mention Lyon, who had been cold in his previous life, I'm afraid he couldn't believe it after he turned around!

"I know, I know, it's Xixi!" Xixi hurriedly and pointed at herself with some joy, but felt embarrassed, and giggled and threw herself into her father's arms, revealing only half of her smart eyes.

...

Almost an afternoon, Yang Yi taught Xixi to draw sketches, and helped the little guy fill in the simple paintings she drew.

Xixi had a lot of fun, and the laughter like silver bells came one after another.

How could she know that her father is actually happier than her! Because Yang Yi was worried about being exposed before, it didn't happen.

Perhaps Xixi would feel that the father in front of her is no longer the clumsy and dull father she used to be! But she is not so suspicious at such a young age. The little guy firmly believes in his eyes. Dad is his father, how could it be someone else?

In fact, Yang Yi in the past, let alone painting, it would probably be difficult to let him appreciate Xixi's paintings. But Xixi wouldn't care why her father suddenly became so powerful!

The little guy is almost becoming a fanatical little fan of his father now.

......

Happy time passed quickly. Before we knew it, the sun set in the west, and the street lights outside the window also lit up a faint halo.

Xixi was tired of playing, and the child's physical condition was not as good as that of an adult. Under Yang Yi's coax, she fell asleep deeply.

Yang Yi carefully carried Xixi to the middle of the bed, carefully placed a small pillow for her, and put her soft long hair on her to avoid being uncomfortable.

In April, the coldness of early spring is still there, especially after the sun sets, the air is a little cool. Yang Yi went to the cabinet for a while before finding a towel that is neither thin nor thick and covered with Xixi.

"Okay, the question now is, what to eat tonight?" Yang Yi gently closed the bedroom door and thought with his chin.

He lives in about twenty square meters, but although the sparrow is small, it has a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Of course, each small space is very narrow, especially the kitchen!

Apart from a stove and a bathroom in the kitchen, he could no longer accommodate anyone if he had a strong man in the remaining space!

Even moving is troublesome...

It’s better to have a previous life. You have money, land, and you can live in a luxury house... However, Yang Yi is not picky. He flips through the refrigerator and rice jar left by his predecessor and wonders what dinner to prepare for Xixi!

When it comes to cooking, Yang Yi was a rookie in the past, and he could only cook some white rice by himself. The dishes he served were either pickled vegetables or olive vegetables, or boiled a plate of vegetables by himself and ate them with soy sauce.

On the one hand, because of her low income and poor living, Yang Yi saved up all the money and used it to buy Xixi everything she wanted when she was accompanying Xixi. It has to be said that Yang Yi's love for her daughter is definitely more than everything in the world.

Of course, on the other hand, Yang Yi did not have the ability to learn cooking skills in the past.

But Yang Yi is different now. He lived alone in his previous life and was very bourgeois. He would never treat himself badly in his food. Even if he cooked himself, he could do anything Chinese or Western food!

Of course, he could only admire himself in his previous life. Now, he can finally cook for his beloved little guy. Yang Yi should be serious!

However, Yang Yi quickly scratched his head.

"It's hard to cook without rice!" He shook his head with a wry smile.

There are only a few eggs, ham sausages in the refrigerator, and then the cabbage that Yang Yi had eaten for many years before...

The rice in the rice jar is still sufficient, but it is obvious that the white rice is just like this dish, and I am afraid that even Yang Yi's skills will taste like chewy wax...

Yang Yi can make some money by himself, but he can't use these "pig food" to entertain his daughter!

However, it was too late to buy vegetables at this time. Yang Yi rented a house relatively inclined. It took half an hour to walk to the nearest vegetable market. Yang Yi was worried that Xixi was alone at home.

So, what should I have for dinner?

Why don’t you go out and go to the restaurant? However, the hygiene conditions of the fly restaurant near the urban village are worrying!

Yang Yi finally turned his attention to the instant noodle box placed in the corner, and there was half a box of instant noodles inside.

This is the spiritual food I came back from night shifts before. Sometimes I was tired and hungry, but I didn’t have the time to wait for the rice to be cooked, soak a bowl of hot instant noodles, and then I was about to go to bed after eating.

"Instant noodles are lonely foods and good friends for insomnia." Looking at the half box of instant noodles, Yang Yi's memories of it emerged, and he couldn't help but sigh, and his heart felt a little sad.
Chapter completed!