Qing'an smiled, put the doll in the bedside table, slowly closed her eyes, and took a nap.
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I initially thought it might be difficult to adapt, but thinking of that girl from earlier, I unconsciously fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he heard a voice outside the room: "Young Master, are you awake? Miss is downstairs waiting for you to get up."
The maid gently knocked on Qing'an's door. She knew he might be sleeping, but if he slept too much now, he might not be able to sleep at night, so the maid decided to wake Qing'an up.
Qing'an got out of bed, opened the door, and then went inside to wash up.
After washing up, I went downstairs. Wan Ge was sitting downstairs in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. There was an easel in front of her and various colors of paint next to her. It was obvious that she was painting the view outside the window.
I don't know when she started learning to draw, but she's so young and she can draw so well, capturing the scenery outside on paper.
"An'an, you're up! Do you want to draw together?"
"Okay." Qing'an's voice was always calm, but clear enough to be heard.
Upon hearing his answer, the butler immediately instructed the servant to bring another easel.
Qing'an sat down beside him, looking at the scenery outside the window, and slowly began to describe it.
They painted for an entire afternoon. What took Wan Ge several days to complete, Qing An finished in just one afternoon.
However, the painting was quite different from the view outside the window. The view she had just seen was one of bright sunshine and blooming flowers.
However, the scene in Qing'an's painting is a night of torrential rain, with many petals of the blooming flowers knocked to the ground. Except for the flowers that have not yet opened, the other flowers only have a few petals left clinging to the ground.
However, Qing'an's drawing was exceptionally good; even the raindrops on the petals were drawn very well. He must have learned to draw before entering kindergarten, otherwise he couldn't have drawn so well.
Although he felt the weather in the painting wasn't very good, Wan Ge didn't think much of it.
It wasn't until evening, after they had finished dinner, that a heavy rain started outside the window, with lightning and thunder, and raindrops pounding against the garden and the French windows.
The seemingly unconcerned Wan Ge only noticed the scene outside the window two hours later when her grandfather told her to go upstairs to take a bath and go to bed.
She was stunned for a moment, because the scene outside the window was exactly the same as the painting Qing An had drawn.
The roses he particularly loved in the morning now only have a few petals left, and the remaining petals are so similar to those in his painting.
Wan Ge walked to the window and looked at the painting that hadn't yet been put into the studio; it was exactly the same.
She walked up to Qing'an and asked incredulously, "You saw it?"
"What?" Qing'an's beautiful eyes showed a rare hint of confusion.
"Just outside the window." Wan Ge pointed out the window.
"Huh?" Qing'an still looked confused.
Wan Ge continued, "Did you see this scene when you were painting this afternoon?"
Qing An shook her head: "No."
"Then why can you draw him so realistically, almost exactly the same?"
"I guessed." Qing'an slowly explained to her, "I listened to the weather forecast yesterday, and I also saw that the sky was different today. The headmistress taught us how to read the sky before, so when I was drawing this afternoon, I guessed that it would be like this tonight."
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