Chapter 743: Famous The twin boy and girl of Lu Qingyang's family are famous in the military compound.
My younger sister Xiaoyuer is a quiet little person.
She liked to hold a half-smoked charcoal pencil and draw some codes that only she could decipher on any place she could find, such as waste newspapers, old notebooks, or even a flat concrete floor.
Her face was drawn in a serious tone, and when she drew the strokes, even her toes were curled up.
The price was her tiny clothes and chubby hands, which always looked like they had just been taken out of a paint can and were colorful.
My younger brother, Little Stone, was like a wound-up spring.
From the moment he opened his eyes, there was a little whirlwind in the yard.
He climbed over the threshold and scaled the low wall, and with a slap, he smashed the castle of building blocks that his sister had just built into ruins. Then he looked at his sister's wide-open eyes and grinned with her mouth that only had a few grains of teeth.
The ten minutes of sitting quietly and eating are probably the time in his day when he is most like a "static creature".
Not only do these two siblings have completely different personalities, their physiques and spirits are also very different.
It’s all thanks to Lu Qingyang, who finds ways to get good food for the children.
The space fish is debone-free, minced and cooked into porridge, the space eggs are steamed with milk until they are tender and smooth, and the small pancakes mixed with space vegetable puree are fried until they are fragrant.
The result is that the two children grow rapidly like saplings that have been watered with enough nutrients.
His arms and legs were like tender lotus roots, heavy to hold in the hands. He was half a head taller than other children his age, and he ran with great speed.
That cleverness couldn't be concealed.
Xiaoyuer started talking early, and his little mouth chattered a lot, expressing "draw" and "don't" clearly.
Although Xiao Shitou is a troublemaker, he learns things quickly. When he sees adults sweeping the floor, he will drag a broom taller than him and imitate them, although he usually sweeps garbage everywhere.
This stunned the neighbor on the left.
Zhang's wife, holding her skinny son who looked like a bean sprout, looked at the little stones running around and couldn't help but mutter, "Qingyang, what did your two kids eat? They look like they're half a year older when they're with us."
Sister Ma next door was even more direct. She pulled Shen Mo aside and asked quietly, "What supplements have you given the children? Tell me, they're so smart. Did they take anything to boost their brains?"
Facing these eager gazes, Lu Qingyang usually just smiled with his eyes curved: "Nothing special, it's all because Aunt Liu takes good care of me and puts a little extra thought into my diet."
He thought to himself that he couldn't just confess and say that his child ate special food with bonuses such as "accelerated growth" and "intelligence points" every meal.
I guess the person who comes tomorrow will not be the neighbor, but the person in a white coat from the research institute.
Seeing that Lu Qingyang's two children were growing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, the mothers and grandmothers in the military compound could no longer sit still.
Since you don't know the secret, just imitate it.
The wife of Chief of Staff Zhang strictly followed the steps she had heard, bought the freshest fish, removed the bones and minced the fish, and then boiled it until the rice grains were blooming.
Her little bean sprout sat in front of the table and ate it, but half a month later, it still looked like a bean sprout that swayed in the wind. Compared with the solid body of the little stone, it seemed to have shrunk a size.
Ma's grandson was even more disrespectful. After eating the "same steamed egg" for two days, he gave up and complained that it was not as delicious as Uncle Lu's. Ma was so angry that she tapped his forehead:
"You kid, you have a sharp tongue!"
On this day, several children were playing under the old locust tree in the yard.
For some reason, Little Stone took a fancy to a cicada lying on a tree branch. He kicked his short legs and climbed up with a grunt.
He was very strong and agile, and in just a few steps he managed to climb to a height of more than one person.
Before the adults watching below could cheer, they saw him slip and get stuck between two tree branches, swaying and about to fall.
Several adults screamed and were about to rush over, but they saw that Little Stone was not crying or making a fuss. His two chubby little hands tightly grasped a slightly thin branch above his head. He twisted his waist and used that clever strength to sink his body down like a small weight.
There was only a slight "crack" sound, and the branch was broken by him. He followed the force, hugged the branch, and landed steadily on the soft muddy ground, also performing a rolling unloading force.
The whole process took only a few seconds, it was so clean and neat that the neighbors watching were stunned.
Staff Officer Zhang opened his mouth for a long time before closing it and muttering, "This...this skill..."
Sister Ma patted her chest, still terrified: "Oh my God, is this child born in the year of the monkey? I'm so scared!"
Old Man Fang, who had been watching the fight from the side with his hands behind his back, finally strolled over. He glanced at Xiao Shitou, who was holding his "trophy" branch and acting as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the stunned neighbors and spoke slowly:
"It seems that the food from the Qingyang family not only helps you grow taller, but also teaches you Qinggong."
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Ever since Xiaoyuer showed a strong interest in creation, Lu Qingyang set up a small corner for her at home, calling it a "studio."
It's called a studio, but in reality it's just a few old newspapers spread on the floor, with some items that won't fall.
That day, Aunt Liu had just bought a few red-fleshed dragon fruits and cut them up to give to the children as a snack. The bright purple-red flesh immediately caught Xiao Yuer's eye.
She looked at her own hands, looked at the tempting color.
When Aunt Liu turned around to get a spoon, she looked back and saw that Xiao Yuer had successfully "dyed" himself and the newspaper under him into an abstract scene.
The little fellow's hands were covered with dragon fruit juice, and he was "painting" on the paper with great concentration. His little butt was wiggling and he was making meaningless "babbling" sounds, obviously he was completely immersed in his own world of art.
Shen Mo looked at the mess and her daughter's clothes that were probably going to be scrapped. She felt dizzy and was about to step forward to stop them when Lu Qingyang came over after hearing the sound.
He squatted beside his daughter and looked at the "masterpiece" composed of small handprints, blurred lines and a large, smudged purple-red block for a long time. Then he stroked his chin and commented seriously:
"Well, the composition is bold, the colors are strong, and the emotional expression is very rich."
He pointed at a few vaguely discernible dots on the screen with his finger.
"Wow, that round head, those big arms, they're definitely from our family. Momo, look, the tall one is definitely 놖, the one next to him is you, and those two little ones in the middle are them. Our little Yu'er has drawn a family portrait."
Shen Mo was so angry that she laughed: "Just spoil her. She is not attractive at all. She is just a blush."
"You don't understand this. Abstraction, this is called abstract art. The emphasis is on resemblance!"
Lu Qingyang carefully picked up the "painting" that was a little soft due to being soaked in juice.
"This is the first authentic portrait by our family's first artist. It must be treasured."
He actually found an old photo frame, carefully flattened the colorful paper, stuffed it in, and hung it in the most conspicuous place on the wall of the living room.
When a professor came to deliver something to my house, he looked at the painting for a long time and laughed:
"Qingyang, your daughter will be amazing in the future. With such a sense of color, she was born to be an artist."
The perpetrator, Comrade Xiao Yuer, completely ignored the adults' praise for her and set her eyes on the pumpkin paste in the small stone bowl.
Little Stone covered his bowl to protect his food and looked warily at his sister's restless little hands.
Although both children are troublesome, they each have their own advantages.
I believe that if he is trained, his future achievements will definitely be greater than his.
Lu Qingyang thought so in his heart.
Just as he was watching the happy scene at home, Fang Zhongwen just came home. When he saw him, he said solemnly, "Qingyang, you are at home. I have something to trouble you with."
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