Isn’t this a cycle of reincarnation?

Seeing the little girl sitting there with her little head down, and happily taking the drink bottle to print plum blossoms on the white paper, Yang Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart...

Yang Yan didn't tell the story in full just now. Mr. He Guoxing was very free and easy at the beginning. He reached out and called Yang Yan, who was only eight or nine years old at that time, asked Yang Yan to do the same thing and put the bottle on the white paper to print out "Plum blossoms"!

Now it seems that the old man is deliberately pretending to be 13, but Yang Yan is also happily holding the drink bottle and playing with it!

"Ba Dad!" Luo Luo's crisp call made Yang Yan come back to his senses from his memories. He saw that the little girl was stretching out her hand and handing him a drink bottle.

However, Luo Luo didn't have enough fun and wanted to return the bottle to her father. When she saw her father looking over, she grinned happily, held the bottle with her hands, turned the direction, pointed to the drawing paper, and reported to her father softly: "Well, Dad...here, nothing..."

What she means is that the bottle is "out of ink". Now, I don't know when there are a few more plum blossoms on the drawing paper, but the closer we get to the edge, the shallower the plum blossoms...

"Come on, Dad, paint it on you!" Yang Yan could still understand his daughter's inaccurate pronunciation and the meaning of intermittent words. He smiled and picked up the watercolor pen.

Luo Luo looked at her father with a gaze, and at the appearance of her father carefully coloring her "bottle brush", she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart. She waved her two small fists and made a happy laugh like "hum, hum, hum".

Xia Yu sat on the bed and looked at her daughter's cute look. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Is it so fun? I can't wait for a while?"

Luo Luo didn't have time to pay attention to her mother. She even filtered out the information from her mother and looked at her father with all her attention.

Yang Yan cared about his girlfriend. When he handed the bottle back to Luoluo, he smiled and asked Xia Yu, "Do you want to try it too?"

Xia Yu raised his head, hummed, and said, "I don't want it, Luo Luo likes to play this!"

After Luo Luo had many plum blossom seals, Yang Yan picked up the brush again, dipped it ink, and then finished the story: "The ancients often linked poetry and painting together, because after many landscape paintings were completed, the painter would leave a beautiful poem on it to describe the feelings he had placed in the landscape when he painted this painting! Therefore, after painting the plum blossom, grandpa picked up the brush again and wrote a very famous plum blossom poem on the painting!"

The white paper Yang Yan brought was still a little smaller, and there was not much space left. Therefore, he did not learn from his father's cursive calligraphy, but instead used the soft and delicate tip of the brush to gently write the regular characters he was used to.

"Bu Suanzi·Yongmei

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and unowned…”

While writing, Yang Yan also sang softly with his head shaking.

When Luo Luo hadn't seen her father as literary as ever, she sat beside her father, with her little head raised high, her mouth slightly opened, and her big eyes were both surprised and admired.

Dad is very awesome!

When he read it at the critical point, Yang Yan also strengthened his tone and said it in a slight and upswinging manner: "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous. The scattered into mud and crushed into dust... Only the fragrance remains the same."

It is not difficult to memorize poetry. What is rare is that while writing, it is also very emotional and rhythmic. Yang Yan did it, but he didn't pay attention to it himself. He was able to use it to such a level of both mind!

Yang Yan imitated the old man's performance and coolly threw the brush on the tissue beside him. Then he recovered and smiled gently, "How about it? Can you understand the irony in this poem?"

Of course, this question was not asked by Luo Luo. The little girl was still there, staring at her dad blankly!

Xia Yu just went to the police academy, not that she had never been to school before. She had recited the poem Yang Yan read. When she saw Yang Yan taking the exam, she smiled proudly and said, "Hmph, do you think I am stupid? How could you not hear it? Grandpa is also arrogant, scolding those people, saying that he doesn't want to be like them, but in the end he was still jealous of so many villains!"

"Yes, that's it! After grandpa finished writing this poem, he threw his pen and took us away. You can't imagine that those people's faces looked a little ugly. When I looked back, they all turned red and turned into pig liver!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

A very simple story, Yang Yan also brought his own performance, and it was too late to talk about it later!

Before Luo Luo knew it, she no longer had the energy she had when she had just climbed down. The little girl sat aside in a depressed manner, without the desire to speak. She blinked her big eyes hard, as if she was overcoming the rolling sleepiness, but she did not listen to her mother's arrogant words, and only this unique poetry and painting work was left in front of her!

Well...why is it a bit familiar?

Luoluo's brain became slow. Although a problem rose in her mind, she was confused and didn't think about it at all.

Yang Yan saw that his daughter was dozing off. He wiped his hands with a tissue, gently hugged the little guy into his arms, and asked softly: "Are you sleepy? Dad, can you take you to bed and sleep?"

Snuggled into my father's warm and secure embrace, Luo Luo's sleepy head was broken directly! The little girl comfortably squeezed her little head on her father's pajamas, leaving only half of her little face, revealing her little nose and mouth.

"Puff..." The little girl who was beginning to fall asleep in a daze pouted slightly, and a bubble burst.

Looking at his daughter who was sleeping in a daze, Yang Yan's heart was extremely soft. He got up and hugged Luo Luo, and took her back to the big bed to sleep.

If it was the father who was coaxing him to bed, the little guy would have a bad habit when he was sleeping. Her two little hands would always hold her father's shirt, as if she was afraid that his father would disappear!

Yang Yan had to coax her for a while before slowly letting Luoluo let go of her little hand and let her lie in her quilt to sleep with peace of mind.

"Yang Yan, what should you do with this painting?" When Yang Yan was still tucking the corners of Luo Luo on the bed, Xia Yu got out of bed. He picked up Yang Yan's painting that he wrote on it and asked Yang Yan with a smile.

"What should I do? Do you still want it?" Yang Yan asked in confusion.

"I want it! I think your painting is very good. I think I want to buy a picture frame and put it in!" Xia Yu said, as she looked at the painting, her eyes showing her true love.

"This painting...the paper is all messy and large pieces of white paper, and it is not very well drawn. Do you want to hang it up?" Yang Yan asked with a wry smile, "Why do I buy rice paper another day and draw another piece for you?"

"I don't want to draw it again, I just want this painting. It's painted by you and Luoluo! Moreover, I think it's very well drawn without what you said!" Xia Yu said.

Yang Yan did not object anymore, and he was still a little proud, so he discussed with Xia Yu about the topic of how big picture frames should be purchased.
Chapter completed!