Meng Chencheng helped his nephew Leilei open the brush box, pour out all the new crayons inside and put them on the table. Meng Chenxi brought a few pieces of draft paper for them.

"Leilee, let's draw together." Meng Chencheng picked up a crayon and said to his nephew.

Leilei also picked up a crayon when he was imitating his aunt.

"Let's draw a sun." Meng Chencheng drew a circle on the paper, "The sun is coming out today, Leilei."

Leilei raised his little head and saw that it was getting dark outside the window. Auntie, the sun is clearly setting.

"After drawing the sun, we are drawing the moon." Meng Chencheng led his nephew to ambitions.

Ning Yunxi, who was about to go back to her room to change clothes, heard the little girl turn around and saw the two little ones picking up crayons and smearing the whole piece of paper hard. At this moment, she finally understood why her son used crayons so quickly.

"You are really a waste." Meng Chenxi sighed when he saw his sister Xiaowu and his nephew painting for the first time.

I don’t know that the two little paintings are happy and think of themselves as painters, so I can’t care about anyone talking.

However, Meng Chenjun walked over quietly, stood behind two small people and observed what they were painting for a long time, and murmured, "If this wheel was the sun, the sky would collapse."

"Fourth Brother" Meng Chencheng shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Don't think you are Van Gogh, Xiao Wu. Although you dance well and sing well, your painting is really bad. Don't teach Leilei badly." Meng Chenjun said.

"Who is Van Gogh?" Meng Chencheng asked.

Leilei raised his little head and asked the fourth uncle Van Gogh

"You don't even know Van Gogh." Meng Chenjun suddenly felt that he was talking to him and turned around and left.

"Leilee, don't worry about him. Your fourth uncle is jealous of you. Look how good you painted it." Meng Chencheng encouraged his nephew.

Leilei, who was praised by his aunt, was embarrassed and worked hard to apply crayons to paper.

Ning Yunxi walked out and saw it, and had to sigh, "Don't be seen by your father."

When he came back, he was probably heartbroken. His son used the brush to paint, but to paint paper.

Isn't it right? Leilei hurriedly raised his little head and asked.

Ning Yunxi sat next to his son and said, "Didn't my mother teach you how to draw grass last time?"

Xiaocao Leilei remembered it, and he waved it out with two strokes very handsomely on the paper. This is Xiaocao

Ning Yunxi blinked, and it was certain that she and his son had no talent for painting, but they might have the talent for calligraphy.

Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng have long been laughing out loud.

There was a knock at the door. Meng Chenxi walked to open the door and saw Meng Chenyi, who had just gone out to buy things for grandparents, come back.

Hearing that the second uncle came back, Leilei immediately picked up the grass he drew and ran to the second uncle to raise the "second uncle" high.

Meng Chenyi was stunned for a moment and realized that "drawn by Leilei"

It was Leilei's excited eyes waiting for his second uncle to comment.

Meng Chenyi looked at the two strokes on the painting and racked his brains to think about what his nephew was painting. "Yes, are you painting two wooden sticks, Leilei?"

Leilei's little eyes collapsed, his mouth flattened. He raised his second uncle and drew the paper high and took a closer look, Uncle Er
Chapter completed!