Maybe the circle drawn at the beginning was too big. After Luo Luo drew the little Hachigong's head very abstractly, she found that there was not much space left on the white paper. For this reason, the little girl was still tilting her head there. After thinking about it for a while, her little eyebrows, which were as weak as willow leaves, frowned.

She is not so smart that she can draw the puppy into a Q version without a teacher, but there is no space, so this painting still needs to be carried out!

The father, mother, grandpa and grandma next to me are looking at me!

Luo Luo, who tried hard to show it in front of his father and the others for a while, started writing again and drew in the pitiful little place in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

However, the handwriting of the small brush just now was already very shallow. Now, after Luo Luo finished writing, what he drew was thin filaments with only a little trace, and there was no ink at all!

"Hey, there is no more!" Luo Luo raised her little head and subconsciously muttered to the mother in front of her.

"Yes, grandpa found you something to come over!" Xia Xiangyang actively stood up from the sofa and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

In fact, Luo Luo just wanted to share with you the situation she is currently facing. The little girl is not stupid. She knew that if she wanted to draw black handwriting, she had to dip ink into the ink bottle!

However, the sudden positive performance of grandfather made the little girl a little confused. She turned to look at her grandfather's figure. Before she could come back to her senses with her big eyes blinking, grandfather walked out of the kitchen again with great strides!

"Come on, Luoluo, it will definitely be easy to use with this ink!" Xia Xiangyang held a glass ashtray and showed it proudly in front of his little granddaughter. Then, he picked up the ink bottle and poured a thick layer of ink into the ashtray.

There was no inkstone at home, so Comrade Lao Xia directly contributed the ashtray he usually used!

With the ashtray that acts as an inkstone, Luoluo is much more convenient to dip ink now!

"Ye, hee!" The little girl happily put the small brush in and dipped it in ink. It was so smooth that she grinned her little mouth happily and smiled brightly.

Of course, Luo Luo was still busy painting, and she was very focused. She didn't bother to look back at her grandfather, so she continued to draw along the handwriting just now.

It's still very abstract. Xiao Hachik's body was painted into a triangle by Luo Luo... No, it can't be said to be a triangle, it's just a crooked polygon like a triangle!

Not to mention whether this painting is similar or not, it does not look very beautiful. Some lines are drawn with a darker color, while others are thinner and lighter color. After all, they were drawn when there was no ink.

But who would appreciate the "brush drawings" of a two-and-a-half-year-old girl with high requirements?

When Luo Luo felt that she had finished painting, she turned her little head with satisfaction and happily laughed at her parents and grandparents, the adults' praise came one after another.

"Luoluo's paintings are so beautiful! You can become a painter in the future! No, now you are a very powerful young painter!"

Grandma's praise was a little exaggerated, but Luoluo sounded very helpful. She looked at her grandmother with a smile, and while accepting her praise, she became reserved and twisted her little butt a little embarrassedly.

"Not praising or praise, Luo Luo is still a bit talented in painting! Don't look at her drawing mediocrely, but you have grasped several very important features, which will make people roughly recognize that they are a dog!" Xia Yu studied portrait sketching at the police academy, and her praise is more realistic, and even makes people sound like they are praising people.

Luo Luo was a little confused when she listened to her mother's words. If it weren't for her positive tone, the little girl wouldn't have heard that her mother was praising her!

Needless to say, Yang Yan was never stingy with this praise. He also gently lifted up Luoluo's paintings and exclaimed while watching.

This made Luo Luo feel high when she heard this. Her little chest was so proud that she was even more excited to draw with a brush!

Of course, don’t forget Comrade Lao Xia!

"See it for grandpa too! Not bad, not bad!" Xia Xiangyang took the Luoluo painting from Yang Yan's hand. After looking at it for a while, he nodded slightly, used his habitual use of his leader, and was almost trapped in the sofa, patting his hands gently, and giving praise to his intentions...

"But! Luoluo, you may not have noticed it normally. Today, my grandfather wants to teach you a common sense. When you draw a dog, you have to draw its tail. The dog wags its tail. That is the most common move. Just like when you draw a cat, you must have a beard..." Xia Xiangyang squatted down beside Luoluo and taught enthusiastically.

He was not just talking. While he was talking, he also took the painting himself, spread it open, picked up the brush in Luoluo's hand, dipped it in some ink, and directly added a black, curved tail to the "dog" and then showed it to the little girl!

Luoluo didn’t understand what grandpa was going to do at first!

She listened hard, and then the girl realized when she saw her grandfather adding a tail to the little Hachimo in her painting.

The girl's eyes showed an incredible expression, as if she saw her work being destroyed. The thick mist immediately accumulated in her big eyes like black crystal.

"Well, wuwu... dad, dad..." Finally, Luo Luo burst into tears because she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

The little girl pouted, cried while pointing at her painting, her little butt trembled up and down, and paused in place, just like those children who had not bought their favorite toys, but Luo Luo's crying showed more pain and grievance!

Xia Xiangyang didn't know what he had done wrong, so he stayed aside at a loss. When Yang Yan heard his daughter calling him, he quickly walked up, squatted beside Luo Luo, and gently hugged the little girl who was crying suddenly.

Luo Luo didn't cry for a few hours first. She looked for her father just to tell her grievances to her closest father! The little girl with pear blossoms pressed her hand on her father's crossed arm. She stopped crying, just sobbed, and complained to her father: "No, no, don't interfere, dog, dog, there is no!"

Yang Yan didn't pay attention just now, but now he immediately understood when he heard his daughter's crying.

"She said the dog has no tail..." Yang Yan said to Xia Xiangyang with amusement and cry.

However, before Yang Yan finished speaking, Xia Xiangyang, who was under self-examination, looked at Yang Yan in disbelief and screamed in discontently: "Dog has no tail? Who said that dogs have no tail?"

Comrade Lao Xia raised many dogs when he was young. Which dog he raised had no tail? Moreover, isn’t that common sense?

"Most dogs have tails, but our dog doesn't." Yang Yan had to explain to his father-in-law, "Our dog is a Corgi. When he was a child, he was sent to his tail and broke, so it has no tail."

It’s no basis for saying it, but Xia Xiangyang doesn’t believe it.

"Everyone said you are extravagant, but if you don't believe me, please look!" Xia Yu cooperated with Yang Yan, took out her cell phone, opened the photo of the little Bagong inside, and handed it to his father to see.

Luo Luo was still in her father's arms, pouting her little mouth aggrievedly! Shui Lingling's eyes and pouting little mouth make people look particularly pitiful.
Chapter completed!