Chapter 115: Danqing ink painting 1

Chapter 115: Danqing Ink Painting 1
Father Ye: "..."
The old man has never seen such an arrogant person.
"Little age..." He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "How can your parents teach you so defiant?"
When it comes to this, the little guy is even more fearless.
With a bulging small round face, she shook her head and said, "I said, "I'll cut the roots, or thwart my bones and ashes."
Huo Chenyu: "..."
Old man Ye couldn't help wondering about life: "..." Where did this child learn his speech?
"..." Huo Yao was inexplicably relieved.
It seems that this little guy still remembers what he said.
The little guy carried his little hands, and said slowly, like a little adult, "I have said that she likes to convince people with virtue~"
Mr. Ye's face eased.
It seems that this mother is still saved.
As a result, before he was relieved for a few seconds, he listened to the little girl's black cat eyes blinking, and said suddenly:
"Unacceptable. It's a dead person."
Mr. Ye's fingertips trembled with anger: "...The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."
What kind of parents are these? !
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he was immediately unhappy. He snatched the little girl into his arms and hummed. The emotions on that Zhang Junyi's face were inexplicable, "Mr. Ye has any questions about my education. ?"
The man in front of him was dressed in a black suit, his black eyes under his broken hair were cold, and his thin lips were hooked, with a bit of chilling chill.
It seemed to be smiling and non-smiling as if to say: If you have questions about my education, then my gun and I may also have some opinions on you.
It's a blatant threat!
Mr. Ye took a deep breath and sneered: "I have never seen anyone as arrogant as you two."
Shen Chuchen smiled and interjected: "Then you see it now."
The man looked at Ye Lao's face flushed with anger, smiled and curled the corners of his lips, deliberately said: "It's okay to have a long experience, you will find that Huo Yao is not only arrogant, but also a dog."
The three people sang and harmonized.
Ye Lao was so angry.
His fingertips trembled slightly, pointing to Ye Sang's direction, and said angrily: "Ignorance kid!"
Ye Sang: "..."
Huo Chenyu looked at the incompetent middle-aged old man and smiled: "...sir."
Elder Ye didn't interrupt him angrily, "Don't call me!"
He sneered and said, "Your child's defiant appearance is really carved out of the same mold as Huo Yao."
Ye Sang frowned, "No one is arrogant."
Her black and beautiful cat eyes stared at him, and suddenly said, "Sangsang has you all in his eyes."
Father Ye: "..."
Talking to this ignorant kid any more, he will be mad! !
Elder Huo looked at him with joy.
As expected of his granddaughter.
This is similar to "Gong Jing", but it is really in the same line as Huo Yao when he was a child.
"You know Danqing?" Because he couldn't tell her, Mr. Ye had no choice but to take a breath and forcibly change the subject.
Ye Sang straightened his waist and shook his hair, "I will."
As the grandpa taught it by hand, the little guy is confident enough.
Elder Ye sneered: "Okay."
"I'll give you the pen, you can paint!"
He took a step back, handed the Danqing pen in his hand, and looked at Ye Sang with a sneer.
Huo Yao raised his brows, and a bad premonition rose slightly in his heart.
It was understandable that the child rushed to the crown and became a beauty.
But with Ye Lao's mean character, if the little guy is really bad at painting, it is inevitable to be satirized.
The corners of his lips curled up to look at Old Man Ye without a smile, a pair of deep black eyes flashing coldly.
He only listened to Ye Lao stroked his beard and smiled: "The children nowadays are young and don't know how high the world is."
"Don't say that Dan Qing is you, even the old man only came into contact with him at the age of ten."
And six-year-old Shen Yao can be regarded as such a talent.
It's strange that a five-year-old naughty baby dared to speak such a wild word that Ye Lao was not angry.
He sarcastically said, "Don't be like the kid just now. You don't even know how to hold the pen."
The little guy raised his small face, the cat's pupils were round, and he hummed and sat down directly.
She served it in a different way,
It's just that the person next to him is particularly disdainful.
Shen Chuchen lowered his voice and asked, "Does it really matter if I am a little boy?"
With the little girl's arrogant tone, Shen Chuchen, who was accustomed to big winds and waves, couldn't help but stunned.
Huo Yao shook his head and said blankly: "No."
But it's okay.
If this old thing dare to mock his daughter, he will let him know what is sinister.
Shen Chuchen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but he was not disappointed. After all, he didn't expect anything from this little bit.
The man looked at Elder Ye thoughtfully, thinking.
If the old man really dared to bully the little guy in front of so many people, he wouldn't mind letting him know what a socialist beating was.
Mr. Ye, who had been thinking about by the two big men, couldn't help but sneezed.
He frowned slightly.
I don't know who is thinking about myself.
...
With a group of people in their own minds, the little girl bit her lip and thought about the way her grandfather held the pen on weekdays, pinching her index finger and thumb, entwining her middle finger, and holding the pen firmly together.
The little guy drooped his eyebrows, his waist was straight, and his sitting posture holding a pen was exceptionally standard.
"..." Ye Lao's mocking words swallowed instantly.
He was slightly surprised and couldn't help asking:
"Have you taught her how to hold a pen?"
Mr. Huo also noticed the little girl's movement, and looking at her standard pen-holding posture, he couldn't help but show off in a low key with joy: "No, no, I don't know this kind of thing."
He has been tricking me with a group of old foxes in the mall all his life.
How is it possible to have this kung fu to learn Danqing.
Mr. Ye's face looked a little ugly.
No one teaches?
how is this possible.
She held the pen just now, and none of them couldn't practice in a year or two.
But how old is this girl?
His mother is only five years old! !
Mr. Ye gradually became suspicious of life.
Elder Huo smiled particularly proudly, "My family Sangsang has never made a sound. Who told you that she has never studied?"
"Isn't it okay for people to teach themselves?"
Elder Ye's face turned green and white involuntarily.
When he realized that this girl might have been in contact with Danqing for a long time, he knew that he might be slapped in the face just now.
but……
He is not someone who can't afford to lose.
What's more, the other party is still a child.
As a result, Mr. Ye didn't care about picking up thorns, and he sat down cross-legged and began to look up and down Ye Sang with that curious look.
The little guy was so angry that he couldn't calm his mind even if he was painting a red paint.
The bulging cheeks look like a little pufferfish.
The girl's fingertips are different from the trembling and intermittentness of beginners when she puts on her fingertips. Every stroke of her is extremely smooth, as if she has practiced it in her mind thousands of times. The movements are correct and the strokes are done in one go.
　There are still two thousand~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)