HPDBC Chapter 320 Praising Zhouzhou for Her Strength
Chapter 320 Praising Zhouzhou for Her Strength
In the entire painting, there were twenty-one individuals, plus one Wangcai, but they could not even conjure up a single "person".
Was that how they appeared in Zhouzhou's eyes, as such a motley crew of misfits?
Zhouzhou's artwork prompted everyone to begin doubting themselves.
Seeing their silence, Zhouzhou blinked her eyes, tilting her small head and asked, "What's wrong? Is my painting not good?"
There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She had been painting all day.
"It's beautiful," Qin Lie spoke up first.
The rest of them also looked over silently, remaining speechless.
Facing their gaze, Qin Lie calmly lifted the little girl up, his face turning red as he said without blinking, "It's beautifully done, and very auspicious. In the future, our family will definitely stay together forever."
"Mm-hmm!" Zhouzhou regained her confidence, vigorously nodding her little head, turning to look at the others with hopeful eyes.
Qin Ren adjusted his glasses and spoke next, "Zhouzhou's painting is truly sophisticated, at the level of a master."
How could he praise her like that?
Even a master would deny being one upon hearing such praise.
The others looked again, but all they saw were those distorted lines, still unable to see anything resembling a person.
Could it be that Zhouzhou was into abstract art, the art of the avant-garde?
Even if that were the case... it still couldn't pass for sophisticated!@@@@
Several people twitched at the corners of their mouths, wondering if he had blinded himself during an experiment and needed new glasses.
Facing their disdainful glances, Qin Ren's expression remained unchanged as he smiled at Zhouzhou.
Zhouzhou clapped her chubby hands and said, "Big brother is amazing, I like big brother the most!"
So this is how it works, isn't it?
Hearing this, Grandma Qin unwillingly said, "I also think Zhouzhou's painting is superb, this painting..."
She hurried to speak, then suddenly forgot her words, stumbled, and seeing her granddaughter looking at her expectantly, she discreetly pinched Grandpa Qin, seeking help with a guilty heart.
Grandpa Qin lowered his voice and said, "Boundless future."
"Exactly!" Grandma Qin said loudly, "Our Zhouzhou is so young and yet paints so well, her future is boundless."
Grandpa Qin nodded, giving a thumbs up, "Very talented."
What kind of talent was that?
Several people twitched at the corners of their mouths, unable to believe that this was their own father.
But since the whole family couldn't bear to tell Zhouzhou the truth and she couldn't understand the only one who spoke the truth, she naturally assumed that her painting was superb!
An Ya looked at her daughter, laughing until her stomach hurt, weakly leaning against Ye Lingfeng's chest. Ye Lingfeng wrapped his arm around her shoulder, also smiling.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He glanced at it and then closed it.
He moved too quickly for An Ya to see the contents, and she asked, "What's wrong?"
Ye Lingfeng shook his head, "Nothing."
Guessing what it was, An Ya's smile faded slightly, she sat up straight, looking at him seriously, "Honey, if you have something to do, go ahead, I know what you're doing is important, and I understand."
Ye Lingfeng held her hand, "It's really nothing, I want to spend more time with you, I'll have Chen Tuo handle it."
Seeing his insistence, An Ya had no choice but to lean back again.
But in her heart, she sighed lightly, her eyes slightly lowered, feeling a bit guilty, she was the one holding him back.
"Don't overthink it." Sensing her emotions, Ye Lingfeng held her tighter, whispering softly, "I'll go out for a while tonight, you accompany Zhouzhou, okay?"
An Ya nodded, not asking what he was going to do, "Take care."
"Yeah, don't worry."
As they talked, Zhouzhou quickly ran over, holding up the family portrait she had drawn for the four of them.
"Mommy, look, this is our family portrait, with you, me, daddy, and sharp tongue uncle."
An Ya lowered her head, it was also in Zhouzhou's abstract style, barely recognizable as a person.
However, she carefully accepted it, "Can I have it, sweetheart?"
"Of course." Zhouzhou climbed onto her lap, kissed her on the cheek, and nuzzled her head in her arms, "Mine is mommy's."
An Ya felt warm inside, turning her head to look at her husband, feeling immensely happy.
At night, Zhouzhou, all clean and wrapped in a small towel, snuggled into An Ya's arms, telling her about what happened at kindergarten today.
Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked, "Mommy, do you have any wishes? Or is there something you want to do?"
The question came suddenly, but An Ya understood her meaning.
She wanted her to be happier, without regrets.
If her daughter could comfort her, she would naturally be happy.
After thinking for a moment, An Ya nodded, "Actually, I do have one."
"What?" Zhouzhou's eyes lit up.
An Ya's lips curled slightly, whispering something in her ear...