After Cui Weizhen completed Cui Zhiduan's homework, Ye Zhenzhen finally perfected her work.
The child in the painting is perfectly slender, with immature features, and even the cat ears on the head can be clearly seen. The cute and nimble appearance of holding his tail and blinking his big eyes is just like a real person.
Yuxiu, Qiu Wu and others all exclaimed in surprise, their eyes uncontrollably showing admiration.
"Madam's painting skills have improved again."
"The little man is so cute! I want to hug him!"
"Isn't that right? The young man is very cute to begin with, and he becomes even more adorable after being painted by his wife!"
Cui Weizhen and Cui Zhiduan heard the movement and came over to take a look. They could not see any difference between the real person and the canvas.
Cui Weizhen's Xumi painter was trained by Ye Zhenzhen. Perhaps because of his status, his paintings are more famous than Ye Zhenzhen, but in terms of level, she is no worse than him.
For example, the current painting is not only technically superb, but also emotionally transcendent. It is a mother's tenderness and love for her child. Therefore, the child on the canvas is smart and cute, which makes people happy to see it.
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Because she presented the most adorable son on the canvas.
"Yes, it can be regarded as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." Cui Weizhen gave a fair evaluation.
Ye Zhenzhen secretly glanced at her son, who was still wearing a suit, covered her mouth and snickered. Such a dark history, when they grow up, they will definitely not want to see it spread to future generations...
Cui Zhiduan, who was so fashionable and ignorant, looked over curiously. After seeing the painting clearly, he was a little stunned.
It's one thing to put on a cat costume, but it's another thing to see the detailed renderings. Cui Zhiduan feels a little strange now, he likes it but is a little ashamed at the same time.
As mentioned before, based on his current experience as a little person, he always feels that this kind of painting does not look like a serious painting.
His fair and tender little face wrinkled up, and there was obvious confusion on his face: "Mother..."
Ye Zhenzhen burst out laughing, tugged on his cat ears, and said softly: "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied, son? Don't you look good? Look, you and Xue'er look so much alike! They are exactly the same.
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Apart from the different black and white coat colors, their facial expressions and movements are indeed very similar.
The most amazing thing is that Qiu Wu brought Xue'er over, and the cats, one big and one small, were like a control group. They looked so cute and cute that they were so adorable.
Xueer tilted her little head and looked at her little friend. She didn't know why he had changed his appearance, so she walked around him curiously. Her little paws kept pulling at her little friend's furry cat tail, meowing curiously.
Cui Zhiduan picked up Xue'er. Now he no longer worried about his dress. He was like a little boy who was eager to show off his novel toys to his friends. He happily talked to Xue'er: "Xue'er, look, look.
, I look the same as you now. My mother even made a painting for me. Come and see if it looks good."
Xue'er followed his fingers and looked over, not knowing whether she was responding to his words. She meowed a few times, seeming to agree with his words.
Ye Zhenzhen found it interesting and asked her son again: "Does Zhi Duan like this painting?"
Cui Zhiduan, who had already crossed the bottom line in his heart, nodded: "I like it."
Ye Zhenzhen's smile became more and more kind, like a strange aunt who abducted a child and pursued her victory: "Can I often make similar paintings for you in the future?"
Seeing his hesitation, she quickly added: "Mom, I also have a bamboo bear costume, a tiger costume, a cheetah costume...many beautiful clothes, all specially prepared for you."
The little boy really had no resistance to these things. Cui Zhiduan felt even happier when he thought of how powerful he looked after putting on the bamboo bear suit and the tiger suit. He nodded repeatedly without any hesitation.
Ye Zhenzhen's plot was successful and her eyes were crooked with laughter.
She handed the painting to her son: "I will give you this painting first. We will paint another one in a few days and then ask someone to give it to your grandmother. Your grandmother must have missed you after being away for so many days."
Cui Zhiduan also missed his grandmother, so he had no resistance at all towards becoming a model.
Not only that, he also took the initiative and said: "I need to draw a few more pictures so that grandma can see me more often."
"No problem." Ye Zhenzhen smiled and touched his little head, "From now on, mother will draw you one picture every day. Mother has prepared a lot of clothes, which will be enough for you to draw for a long time."
Cui Weizhen looked at his son who nodded fiercely, twitched his mouth, and couldn't help but give his wife a look: Is it really okay for you to cheat your son like this? When he grows up, it will be a black history.
Ye Zhenzhen squinted her eyes, her smile unchanged: "My son is so cute, how can he be regarded as a piece of black history? When he grows up, it will be so warm to take out the paintings and recall his childhood."
Cui Weizhen: "..." He could only give his son a helpless look.
Ye Zhenzhen's smile became even happier.
The two people's eyes collided in the air, and they understood the meaning of each other's eyes tacitly. Then they looked away in unison and showed a loving smile to their son. The slaves next to them all shuddered, always feeling that the smiles of their masters were good.
Strange.
So in the days that followed, Ye Zhenzhen was obsessed with painting. Cui Zhiduan first chose the tiger costume that his mother said and assumed a roaring tiger pose. As for the final result... He was very satisfied and felt that he was extremely powerful.
Already.
As for the puzzling smiles often shown by his mother and serving sisters, he didn't take it seriously. They must also think he is very powerful!
As a result, the Xumi paintings that Ye Zhenzhen painted in her spare time became the main form of family letters. Not only did Cui Zhiduan spend time, Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen also painted for each other and sent family letters to the inn every now and then.
Not long after, Aunt Cui sent home a letter, expressing that she was very satisfied with the paintings, especially the adorable paintings of her little grandson. She specifically asked Ye Zhenzhen to paint a few more pictures, because the paintings she sent her were snatched away by the child's great-grandmother and great-grandfather.
So Ye Zhenzhen had even more reason to torment her son.
One day, Cui Zheduan brought his tiger painting to the school to show off, which aroused the admiration of Zhou Xuchen, a child, who later turned around and asked Princess Wei for a tiger painting.
Princess Wei sent someone to Jingningbo's house to inquire about the news. Ye Zhenzhen generously shared her clothes pattern. Princess Wei, who had never been exposed to the impact of cute things, quickly fell in love with her. She didn't need her son to urge her and she spontaneously prepared a large number of clothes for her son.
Pile of clothes, so the child Zhou Xuchen also started a role-playing career.
This evil trend originated from Ye Zhenzhen and spread through Princess Wei. Madams from various families in the capital set off a craze to dress up their sons, and the lives of the children in the capital became dire.
