Jiang MoChen looked at Yan QingChi, "Did you forget something?" For example, I can't paint.
Yan QingChi certainly didn't forget, "You just draw one stroke, just draw one stroke casually, it's very simple."
Jiang MoChen took it dubiously, and drew a vertical line at the corner.
He returned the pen to Yan QingChi, and Yan QingChi handed it to QiQi, "QiQi also draws a stroke, and then Dad will make a magic trick for you."
QiQi took the pen, bit his lower lip and thought about it. Not far from Jiang MoChen's vertical line, he also drew a vertical line and returned the pen to him expectantly.
Yan QingChi said, "I'm optimistic."
Then he started to paint. He drew very quickly. In some places, he added a lot of things, and in some places it was only shallow. Based on the vertical line of Jiang MoChen, he quickly drew the branches of a tree. Extending branches and flowers, and floating petals.
The short vertical line that QiQi drew on the side was drawn by him as a small tree with just one or two branches out.
Yan QingChi painted very quickly, and it didn't take long to finish the painting, and the whole painting became a spring scene with cartoon colors. There are flowers and trees, as well as kittens and puppies and birds that fall on the branches.
QiQi let out a "wow", very pleasantly surprised, "looks good."
Yan QingChi signed his name in the corner, then handed the pen to QiQi, "Sign your name, little painter."
QiQi heard him call himself a little painter, a little shy, took the pen, earnestly, and wrote the two words QiQi stroke by stroke.
Then he handed the pen to Jiang MoChen.
"I also want to sign?" He looked at Yan QingChi.
"Sign it, after all, you also drew it."
"Yeah, sign." QiQi handed the pen to him again.
Jiang MoChen had to take it, and wrote his own name under QiQi's name. He was used to autographing. Picking up the pen is the trajectory of habit. Only after being wronged, Xiao QiQi stared at his name for a long time, and then asked him in a puzzled manner, "Father, did you draw another stroke? But now I don't draw anymore, I need to write the name."
Yan QingChi lowered his head and laughed.
Jiang MoChen had no choice but to write his own name under his own inertial signature, and QiQi was satisfied. He pointed to their three names and read word by word, "Yan QingChi, QiQi, Jiang MoChen."
"Ok."
QiQi looked at the painting and was very happy, so he said cheerfully, "Then let's paint another one!"
Jiang MoChen almost didn't come up with his son's words. Yan QingChi assured him, "You can draw whatever you want, and you can draw all vertical lines."
Jiang MoChen breathed a sigh of relief, as expected, his children are all in debt! Young father Jiang MoChen said with emotion.
So, a new round of painting began. Jiang MoChen completely followed the guidance of Teacher Yan and painted all vertical lines. QiQi said, "You can't do this."
Jiang MoChen didn't change his face and his heart beat, "Listen to your father."
QiQi went to see Yan QingChi, Yan QingChi touched his head, "Wait a while for you to make a magic trick."
QiQi was relieved and drew carefully.
When Yan QingChi finished, he connected Jiang MoChen's vertical lines into one piece and drew it into a fence. Inside the fence was a small wooden house. There were several chickens eating rice in front of the house, and a dog was lying next to it. In the arms of the little girl.
QiQi said "Wow" again, "Dad is amazing."
"QiQi is also very good, the three of us are very good."
QiQi nodded. He put the two paintings away and planned to take them back. Jiang MoChen took two photos before he put them away and watched them carefully.
Strictly speaking, this painting has nothing to do with him or QiQi. It is Yan QingChi's last magical touch that he is the leader of the entire painting. But this does not prevent Jiang MoChen, who has been painting hand-cuffed since he was a child, a little secretly happy, after all, his name is still on both paintings.
QiQi looked at his watch at nine o'clock and was about to go to bed, Yan QingChi took him into the bathroom.
Jiang MoChen took advantage of this time to post the second painting to his WeChat group with Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, and Liao Sibo.
Jiang MoChen: [Picture]
Jiang MoChen: How is it? I drew it!
Yu Xihe:...
Ren Xu: [horrified][horrified][horrified]
Liao Sibo: Am I blind?
Ren Xu: Jiang MoChen, if you are kidnapped, you blink.
Yu Xihe: Yes, it's a fake. I'll call Liuwa, do you dare to agree?
Jiang MoChen:...
Ren Xu: I took a closer look. In this painting, did you just paint your own name?
Yu Xihe: Or the rice that the chicken eats?
Liao Sibo: Or chicken eyes?
Jiang MoChen anger: You did it on purpose, I painted at least one third of this painting, okay!
Yu Xihe: Okay, it's a fake stamp. The Chentou I know can be bleeding and bleeding, but I can't get the paintbrush.
Ren Xu: Yes, whoever lets him paint, who he blacks out.
Liao Sibo: I took a closer look at the three names. I remember your son was only five years old. If he could have such brushstrokes, he would probably be more popular than you. So, did you paint them?
Jiang MoChen tried to reason with them, "We worked together to paint, and everyone worked hard."
Ren Xu: So where does your strength come from?
Jiang MoChen:...
Yu Xihe: One third, it's not the rice that the chicken eats. Let me make a bold guess. Could you draw that fence?
Ren Xu: He can't draw it, he can only draw the rows of vertical lines, hahahaha
Liao Sibo: Hahahahahaha, vertical line, hahahaha
Jiang MoChen:...
The system shows that Jiang MoChen has left the group chat.
Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, Liao Sibo: Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Yu Xihe quickly pulled Jiang MoChen into the group and remedied: "In fact, this row of vertical lines is well drawn, especially straight!"
Jiang MoChen: Huh
Ren Xu: Really, the line spacing is also very even.
Liao Sibo: And really one-third.
Jiang MoChen: It's late, plastic friendship, online dating!
Yu Xihe: Mainly...
Liao Sibo: This is really a bit...
Ren Xu: Don't listen to them, Mo Chen, if you think so, even if you know that you can only draw a row of vertical lines, you are willing to accompany you to play like this, to satisfy your joy of drawing, Yan QingChi must be true to you!
Yu Xi and immediately agreed: True love is real, more real than diamonds.
Liao Sibo was a little awkward. He had had such an unpleasant past with Yan QingChi before. Although he now shook hands and made peace, he also accepted Yan QingChi, but let him praise Yan QingChi, he still couldn't say it. But in the end he grew up with Jiang MoChen, knowing that Jiang MoChen's painting skills are simply negative, and also feel that Yan QingChi can paint with Jiang MoChen. It is really not easy. So he posted: It's not easy.
Jiang MoChen was almost killed by them. "It's not with me, it's the two of us playing with QiQi."
Ren Xu made a look of contempt: pull it down, don't insult QiQi, do you have QiQi painted?
Yu Xihe: Do you have QiQi painted?
Liao Sibo: Do you have QiQi painted?
Jiang MoChen smashed his phone in anger It's not good to be small. From small to large, your strengths and weaknesses are clear, not good at all!
After QiQi took a shower, he slept on the same bed with Jiang MoChenYan QingChi. He slept in the middle, with Yan QingChi on the left and Jiang MoChen on the right. QiQi took their hands and said, "I'm going to sleep."
Yan QingChi kissed his forehead, "Good night, baby."
Jiang MoChen saw this and thought of Yan QingChi saying that QiQi likes others to kiss him, so he leaned in and kissed QiQi's face, "Good night."
Yan QingChi kissed QiQi's left cheek naturally when he saw him kiss his right cheek.
QiQi was kissed on both cheeks by the two of them. His shy face turned red. He reached out his hand to cover his cheek and closed his eyes, "QiQi is asleep." After a while, he said, "Good night Dad and father. "
Yan QingChi thought he was cute, wanted to poke him, and was afraid of affecting his sleep, so he didn't move, just looked at him with a smile.
QiQi fell asleep quickly, put his hand down, rolled around, and rolled into Yan QingChi's arms.
"Are you sleeping here tonight?" Yan QingChi looked at Jiang MoChen.
Jiang MoChen nodded, "I will accompany QiQi."
Yan QingChi had no objection, just said, "That might be a bit crowded."
"It's okay." Jiang MoChen smiled.
Yan QingChi didn't struggle with this problem anymore.
He remembered what Xiao He had said before and sent himself a few links, thinking that he was okay at this moment, so he picked up his phone, clicked on WeChat, and followed the link.
The first two links Xiao He posted are normal forum discussion posts, but this post has a lot of pages.
Yan QingChi heard Jiang MoChen say that he wanted to give himself a wave of popularity, but only saw hundreds of comments and dozens of retweets on Weibo. I was very curious. I thought it was such a popularity, and the number of fans of Jiang MoChen. It's simply not proportional. I didn't expect the heat to be here.
QiQi sleeps very heavily, as long as it is not too loud, it will not wake him up. So Yan QingChi spoke with confidence, "Jiang MoChen," he turned his head to look at Jiang MoChen, "I ask you a question."
"What?" Jiang MoChen sent Wu Yuan a wait, then put down his phone and looked at him.
"Why is the photo that we both watched in the movie today, and there are few reposts and comments on Weibo, and no hot search, but the discussion on the forum seems to be quite high."
"Because this belongs to my private life, forwarding comments for data is usually related to work promotion, so that others can see your popularity and see that you have commercial value, which can be converted into film and television or advertising resources. But privately. This kind of fan defaults to not making big noises by default. They are afraid of affecting the life of their idol, and they are also afraid of giving the person who posted the photo too much enthusiasm, allowing her to taste the sweetness, thereby disturbing my life, or direct rumors.
"Huh?" Yan QingChi didn't understand.
"You think so, today he posted our photo. Everyone knows that he met me. If there are a lot of reposting comments at this time, it attracts passers-by. Then he posted a second article saying that he was disappointed, but I did not expect me to be like this. People who have no social ethics. Do you think everyone will believe it?"
Yan QingChi hardly needs to think, "Yes. Because he posted our photos before, others know that he did meet us."
"Yes. So, fans generally don't give this kind of private Weibo too much heat, just because they are afraid that they will praise him, but he will bite back. As for the hot search, the hot search is actually not very popular."
"why?"
"You think, the hot search is so big. Everyone who buys the hot search will definitely buy it forward, and strive to let more people see it. This is caused. If a person is in the hot search on the first day, you will feel very Novelty, the next day is also a hot search, you will be curious about what happened to him today? But if he has been hot search all the time, you will be bored, and feel like you are always you! Invisible, you will Annoy people."
"But I think there are many celebrities who are always on the hot search?"
"Because the celebrities themselves live in exposure, you are active in everyone's field of vision, and everyone will remember you. Therefore, even if some companies know that this will cause disgust from passers-by, they will still keep their artists in On hot searches, after all, black and red are also red, and red is the most important." He looked at Yan QingChi, "Understood?"
Yan QingChi nodded, "Understood."
He looked down at the post on the phone, "So I can discuss it in the forum? Don't worry?"
"The forums can post to you, most of them are fans. This kind of private posts of a certain celebrity will come in. They can naturally be discussed. However, because of the public nature of the forum, in general, they also I won't be too exaggerated, I will converge a little."
Yan QingChi understood, and started to read the post, and after watching, he was not calm.