Shen Qiqi looked at her son's energetic appearance, and felt relieved. This little guy really has some potential as an artist!

Old Mrs. Lu was a little surprised to see her grandson so enthusiastic. She stood at the door in a daze for a while, but finally said nothing and turned back to the house.

After returning home, Shen Qiqi began to instruct her son to put the paints, brushes, drawing boards, etc. in place one by one.

The small room instantly turned into a colorful art world.

My son couldn't wait to pick up the paintbrush and started scribbling on the drawing board, humming a tuneless little song, as happy as a little sparrow.

Shen Qiqi looked at everything in front of her, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, as if she had accomplished a great cause.

She picked up a drawing board and prepared to join her son's creative work.

At this time, Lu Qing came over with a mysterious little box in his hand...

"Qiqi, what do you think this is?"

Lu Qing opened the box mysteriously, wow!

There were all kinds of colored crayons inside!

This is a rare thing. In this era, having this thing is simply a treatment of the rich.

Lu Qing grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and the doting in his eyes was about to overflow, "Wife, this is what I secretly saved up, enough for you and your son to squander for a while!"

Shen Qiqi's eyes lit up when she looked at these brightly colored crayons, as if she had seen a mountain of gold and silver. Now, the "artistic atmosphere" at home was completely in place!

She couldn't wait to pick one up and start painting on the drawing board.

My son also joined in excitedly, waving his little hands and leaving childish strokes on the drawing board.

Although Mrs. Lu said "what a mess", she glanced over here from time to time, and a look of curiosity gradually appeared on her face.

She couldn't help but pick up a drawing board and began to draw clumsily, imitating her grandson. She looked like a child who was secretly learning bad things.

The whole house suddenly became lively. The rustling sound of the paintbrush rubbing on the paper, the excited laughter of the children, and the occasional exclamations of Mrs. Lu intertwined into a beautiful family melody.

The sunlight shines through the window and onto the colorful paintings, filling the whole room with a warm and happy atmosphere.

Lu Qing looked at the scene full of fireworks in front of him, and an indescribable sense of happiness surged in his heart.

He walked to Shen Qiqi and gently held her hand. They smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

This smile contains expectations for the future and love for each other.

Although her family's artistic literacy is still at the "kindergarten" level, Shen Qiqi believes that as long as she perseveres, she will definitely cultivate everyone in the family into an "artist."

She looked at the smiles on everyone's faces and started thinking about her next plan.

"Oh my, what is this painting?" Old Mrs. Lu suddenly put down her paintbrush, looked at her "masterpiece" with disgust, and muttered to herself.

Shen Qiqi smiled mysteriously and raised her eyebrows, "Mom, don't be anxious, the best is yet to come!"