Chapter 74 Drawing for Songsong and the Others
Madam Si smiled and touched her head: "Maybe Juanjuan's painting is so good that it inspired my brothers and sisters. They were so happy that they forgot to praise you."
"Really?" Juanjuan looked up at her innocently.
"Of course it's real. Why don't we draw them together?" Old Madam Si smiled and touched her head.
When the playful kids heard this, they all turned to look at the two of them.
"Woof woof. That's not necessary."
"Okay, I'll go get some paper and pen." Juanjuan happily ran to get some drawing paper and pen.
Madam Si looked at the two puppies and said, "Be good for a while. I'll give you chicken legs as a reward when I finish the painting."
The chickens in the chicken coop next door: Have you ever considered our feelings?
Juanjuan came running over with drawing paper and a pen: "Grandma."
Mrs. Si smiled, took the paper and pen from her hand, and placed them on the coffee table.
The two of them knelt beside the coffee table, each holding a pen and a piece of paper.
Juanjuan ran over very seriously to help Songsong and Ruanruan pose. She stretched out her chubby little hands to touch their heads.
"Be good and don't move!" After saying that, he ran back, lay down next to the coffee table, picked up a pen and started drawing.
Mrs. Si didn’t know how to draw, but since she was accompanying her children to draw, she just started drawing casually.
Juanjuan was lying on the coffee table, drawing very seriously, and from time to time he would look up at the two puppies.
Songsong was so tired that he yawned.
"Woof woof. How long?"
"It's almost done! It will be finished in a while." Juanjuan muttered with his head down.
Ruanruan had closed her eyes and fell asleep leaning against Songsong.
Songsong moved his body: "Woof woof. Why are you sleeping? Get up and have fun!"
"Hehehe." Ruanruan hummed a few words indistinctly, and no one knew what she said.
Old Madam Si turned her head from time to time to look at the painting on the scroll of paper, and suddenly she had an indescribable feeling.
Looking at the gun painting she had just brought over, the contrast seemed a bit too great.
Is their child's performance a little unstable?
Juanjuan didn't notice her abnormality and continued to kneel on the carpet, with her little butt sticking out, holding the paintbrush, humming a song, and painting enthusiastically.
Mrs. Si decided it was better to remain silent. She turned around to look at her own painting, which didn't seem to be much better than the child's.
"And paint them with beautiful colors." Juanjuan took the colored pencils and paintbrush and started painting again.
Songsong really couldn't hold on any longer, so he just lay down in his nest and let it rot.
"Okay." Juanjuan happily put down the paintbrush and held up the scroll to show Songsongruanruan.
Songsong was dumbfounded when he saw the scribbled puppy on it, with its two eyes, one big and one small, and its messy hair.
Even though its world is black and white, it can still see the colorful colors, which it finds eye-catching.
"Woof woof. What did you draw of me, a tall and mighty man?"
"Songsong, do you think the painting is good?" Mrs. Si looked at it with a smile.
"Woof woof. What's wrong?" Songsong tilted his head and looked at her with a questioning look.
Many heads popped out of the chicken coop next to it out of curiosity, and they were stunned for a few seconds when they saw the painting.
"Haha. Haha! What is this thing?"
"Hehehe. Thank goodness it wasn't us. I was dying of laughter."
Songsong was completely furious and jumped up to beat them up.
The chickens in the chicken coop saw this and ran away immediately.
As a result, a group of chickens appeared in the living room, running in front and two dogs chasing behind.
Juanjuan looked puzzled: "Grandma, is Juanjuan not a good painter?"
"How could that be? Our Juanjuan is the best at drawing. Look, she drew the best looks of Songsong and Ruanruan." Old Madam Si said, pointing to where she drew.
The group of giggling people laughed even more happily: "Hahahaha! That's so funny."
"Woof woof woof. I'm going to bite you guys with sharp mouths to death."
"Woof woof woof. Bite them." Ruanruan called out unwillingly.
"Grandma, let's draw pictures for Huahua and Mumu too!" Juanjuan said with a smile.
The group of chickens that were running and laughing at them suddenly fell silent and looked at her with horror.
"Clack, clack. Little Master, what are you talking about?"
"Ooooh. I refuse."
"Woof woof woof. Hahahaha, karma!"
"Woof woof woof. Haha!"
Juanjuan stood up and walked towards them: "You better stand still! I will definitely draw you beautifully."
A group of chicks quickly shook their heads to express their refusal.
Unfortunately, their refusal is ineffective.
Juanjuan has taken out new drawing paper and paintbrush, and started drawing for them while lying on the coffee table.
A group of chicks had a feeling of having no desire to live, while Songsongruanruan was grinning beside them.
Let you bunch of sharp-tongued people feel what it means when fortune changes.
The noise here attracted all the people who had nothing to do at home.
Songsong cunningly pulled the portrait of it and Ruanruan on the table under the table, and then lay down on it with his whole body.
He also did not forget to pick up the silly little dog Ruanruan and put him on top, pressing the drawing paper and the painting on it tightly.
When Mrs. Si saw this, she didn’t know what to say. Now these animals in the house were like spirits.
They are all so cunning and they even know how to hide their bad qualities.
"Miss, are you painting?" Bailing came closer to take a look curiously and was stunned for a moment.
"Is the painting so good that it surprises you?" Aunt Wu came over and said with a smile, but she fell silent when she saw the painting on the paper.
Several people looked at Madam Si. They had seen Juanjuan painting other things before, but what exactly was this animal with a pointed beak, a small head, a big body, and thin chicken claws?
If you say it is a chicken, then it has its own characteristics. If you say it doesn't look like a chicken, then it's hard to tell exactly what it doesn't look like.
Juanjuan ignored them and continued to lie on the coffee table, humming a song while drawing on paper with crayons and colored pencils.
When the painting was finished, she nodded with satisfaction.
Pick it up and show it to the chicken opposite.
They only felt that their eyes went dark and their bodies fell backwards.
Juanjuan ran over with the drawing paper and nudged them: "Did I draw you very well?"
She turned her head to look in the direction of the chicken coop and said, "Why not hang it on your house?"
The chicken, who was lying flat, suddenly jumped up and opened his mouth to grab the painting from her hand.
One person tried to grab it, and another tried to grab it, and as a result, the painting was shattered into pieces in just a few moments.
Juanjuan blinked and looked at Madam Si.
Madam Si was afraid that she would cry, so she quickly came over and said, "It's okay, we'll paint again another day."
"Grandma, they all like Juanjuan's paintings, and each of them wants one very much." Juanjuan happily hugged her neck and rubbed it.
Bailing, the housekeeper, and Wu Ma looked at the few people who were trying hard to destroy the evidence.
Miss, are you sure they like it? Don't want to destroy it?
"Yes, they all like Juanjuan's paintings, and grandma likes them too." Old Madam Si breathed a sigh of relief.
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