The problem that Yang Yan was worried about did not happen. Dai Guoxun did not let Luo Luo compare which one is better than his father or his own painting. The previous words were just the old man casually said that after painting, Mr. Dai not only did not boast about himself, but also sat there in a low-key manner, looking at Luo Luo with a smile, as if he only wanted to get the little girl's praise.

However, after hearing Yang Yan's words, Yang Lin couldn't help but say a few words: "Xiao Yang, you don't know. In the past, Director Dai was a famous detective in our Guangdong Province. Just by investigating the traces of the crime scene, he could draw the outline of the suspect's figure. If there were witnesses' confessions, he could even draw the suspect like taking a ID photo! Think about it, how many surveillance cameras could there be in the era of Director Dai? If there were big cases, it was not all that required human ability to solve the case..."

"No, no, painting is really just a hobby, just to help yourself sometimes when you think about things!" Dai Guoxun waved his hand and said with emotion, "If you want to say that you are good at painting, you must also be the simulation portrait experts in the police force now. They are so professional in painting!"

"Daiju, those children didn't learn from you before." Yang Lin said with a smile.

"Different, different. What I teach is just the superficial. I am not from a professional class." Dai Guoxun shook his head, "And now these children rarely use pens and paper to draw with computers and a software called "what is good and clear, unlike what we draw with pencils, it is very troublesome to modify. I can't keep up with the times..."

Dai Guoxun looked a little lonely when he talked about computer technology. Yang Yan could vaguely understand his feelings.

The old man actually has a heart that struggles to the last moment. He is still working as a criminal investigation consultant for the provincial department. Moreover, when Yang Yan talked to him about the logic of handling surveillance videos, the old man listened very seriously.

If Yang Yan was right, the old man must have learned to draw on computers. However, after all, people are old and can't stare at the computer screen for too long, let alone have no ability as fast as young people.

It’s impossible not to accept old age. The old man is unwilling to give up, but he has no choice but to do anything.

"Teacher Dai, why don't you give me this painting!" Yang Yan turned his mind and said with a smile, "You painted Luoluo so much, and she liked it very much. I want to take it back and frame it to see if it can inspire Luoluo and keep her strong interest in painting, so that she can cultivate it in the future."

"I want to ask me what I want to ask? This painting was originally drawn for Xiao Luoluo." Dai Guoxun still knew how to adjust his mood. Even he saw Yang Yan's intention to change the topic stiffly, and couldn't help laughing, "It's a pity that this is painted with watercolor strokes, and I'm afraid it won't be preserved for too long!"

"It's okay, when the little guy grows up, I will bring her to you to learn to draw and learn to draw." Yang Yan smiled, "Xia Yu is your student, and I have also learned a lot of knowledge about face recognition from you. From now on, our family of three will be your students!"

"Ahaha, welcome. If Xiao Luoluo wants to learn, you are welcome to bring her over at any time." Dai Guoxun smiled heartily.

The adults chatted so loudly, Luo Luo could vaguely hear her name. The little girl who was a little shyly lying in her father's arms couldn't help but be curious and turned her head secretly, her big eyes hidden under her father's arm, and took a secret look.

However, Luo Luo couldn't understand the topics that the adults talked about. She listened in a daze for a while and found that the adults stopped looking at her, so she didn't care about so much. She mustered up a little courage to turn her little body from her father's arms.

Dad said that the painting was made by himself...

Luo Luo couldn't help but take a secret look again. The painting was placed obliquely on the coffee table, but Luo Luo could still see all the pictures at this angle.

It's really good looking!

The little girl looked at her big, still "shining" (actually tears) eyes on the paper, looking at her cute nose and mouth, and inexplicably became happy again.

That grandpa is so amazing, as powerful as a dad, and he can draw!

In the little girl's simple mind, she would not compare the paintings of her grandfather and father, but instead, she subconsciously felt that they were both amazing...

After a while, the adults moved their positions and gave the coffee table to Luoluo. After all, the work still needs to be handled. Yang Yan stood at the surveillance table, looked at the information fed back on the computer, and turned around to see the little girl sitting there playing with watercolor pens obediently.

It seems that after reading the paintings of father and grandpa Dai, she got her head open and understood the use of those watercolor pens!

I saw Luoluo dismantling the dozen or so watercolor pens and scattering them all on the coffee table. She grabbed them with her little hands, and grabbed them by one or two. Moreover, she was not very satisfied. She grabbed one with her left hand and one with her right hand, and then excitedly applied it on the paper covered with the coffee table. It was okay. Yang Yan had already put away the portrait of Luoluo painted by Mr. Dai. Otherwise, that rare and good painting would have been painted in a mess by Luoluo together with her "Meow Mi Catching Flowers".

For Luoluo, her current situation is: she doesn’t have enough painting skills, so she can make up the colors!

The lines were all messy, but she had a lot of fun because in her writing, the lines were like rainbows, with rich colors, twisted and twisted together, making the little girl who is more sensitive to colors happy to see them.

Seeing Luo Luo having fun, Yang Yan did not disturb her. He smiled, but still stood at the surveillance table and let her perform.

This is when the child is imagining and his imagination is so imaginative that Yang Yan doesn't want to kill his daughter's spirituality.

...

Of course, what Yang Yan was most worried about in the afternoon was Xia Yu who drove back to Hecheng with Gong Jianfang. Although he did not show any worry on his face, he still couldn't help but take a look at his cell phone every once in a while, as if he was afraid that Xia Yu would call him but he didn't pay attention.

But Xia Yu's phone call came until after 7 o'clock in the evening, and Yang Yan took Luo Luo home from the park where the event ended!

Of course, care is chaotic. Xia Yu's phone call did not come too late. After all, it would normally take five or six hours to return to Hecheng from Yangcheng. Not long after Xia Yu arrived at the municipal bureau, he called Yang Yan to report his safety.

"As soon as I arrived, my dad asked me to keep Xiao Gong, then knock me away, and let me go home!" Xia Yu complained to Yang Yan indignantly, "Do you think this is killing the donkey? I am a policeman after all, so staying will help! It's not that I'm standing by and losing face!"

After Yang Yan knew that Xia Yu had arrived safely, he felt relieved. He smiled and comforted: "Don't think so. Your father also asked you to go home because of your safety issues! You think that those people dare to hit the police car, what else do they dare not do? Moreover, now the police in Hecheng are here, so where is our turn to intervene? Just follow your father's arrangement and go home and rest!"

"I want to solve the case..." Xia Yu muttered depressedly.
Chapter completed!