Chapter 1028 Seven Colors

In the past, Xiao Lu Li used watercolor brushes to draw pictures.

Otherwise, just use a pencil to scribble casually on paper.

So, let alone painting watercolors, she rarely even uses watercolor paints.

Now that the colorful paint slabs were placed in front of her, her dark eyes immediately widened.

"Dad, what is this?"

The little girl pointed at the paint box, her little head was full of big question marks.

Lu Junhan glanced casually: "The paint box."

Xiao Luli still didn't quite understand, so she took a closer look: "Is it for food?"

"..." Lu Junhan: "For drawing."

Xiao Luli murmured softly: "...but it's like the jelly I ate before."

Xiao Luli tilted her head and thought for a while: "Father, can I have a bite before painting?"

Lu Junhan: "..."

principal:"……"

Zhang Dazhuang is also well aware of Xiao Luli's painting skills that are earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods.

Seeing this, he seemed to have found a very convincing excuse, and hurriedly said to the person in charge:

"Hey, teacher, you see, she doesn't even know what watercolor paint is, so how much better can painting like this be, don't you think? I think this link should be skipped directly! Let's hurry up If you visit a museum early, you can end it sooner.”

The person in charge pondered thoughtfully,

"You're right. It's true that I didn't think carefully."

Zhang Dazhuang was overjoyed, and in the next second, the person in charge turned his head and told the people next to him:

"Take all these paint boxes, and replace them all with oil paint brushes."

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

? ? ?

The person in charge was a little annoyed.

Song Qingwan and Lu Anran's paintings are basically oil paintings, and this little girl like Lu Li should also learn oil paintings!

In fact, their plan at the beginning was to let the children paint watercolors, because it is relatively simple, convenient and easy to operate.

So just now I asked someone to get the things for painting, and that person directly took out the paint box that had been prepared in advance.

Fortunately, I was reminded by Zhang Dazhuang, otherwise the big event will be delayed!

Thinking of this, the person in charge smiled gratefully at Zhang Dazhuang: "Fortunately, you reminded me, you should change the oil paintbrush."

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

Oil pastel pens are very similar to watercolor pens, they are both in the shape of a pen. The little girl saw the rows of colorful oil pastels, but she didn't ask her father what they were for.

However, what to paint has become a problem.

Fortunately, the staff of this museum have already prepared, it is still an old topic——

my parents

This topic is very simple, especially when parents are around, if you don’t know how to draw, or forget some details, you just need to look up.

It also saves the people from the museum to move a reference object.

However, as soon as the person in charge said this, the expressions of most of the parents present changed.

Qu Sinian felt his heart tremble.

I just wanted the teacher to change the topic.

Seeing Qu Qianqian directly grabbed a green oil pen, then rolled up her sleeves and said crisply:

"I can draw this! My dad is very good at drawing!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

There's an ominous premonition about what's going on.

Little Luli patted Lu Junhan who was silent beside her with her small hand, and her little milk voice was very proud:

"Dad, don't worry, they will definitely help you draw super cute ones, even cuter than Lili!"

As she said that, without thinking about it, Xiao Luli took a purple oil pen and drew a big oval on the white and flawless paper.

At first glance, it looks like a white radish.

Lu Junhan: "..."

The person in charge next to him had preconceived ideas, and felt that the little girl in front of him was a pillar. Seeing this, he opened his mouth and praised: "Very good! That's how it should be drawn. This stroke is simply the essence of the whole painting!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

The painting hasn't been finished yet, but just this one stroke can be seen to be the essence of the whole painting?

Qu Sinian couldn't help it again, "Teacher, don't you think she used a purple pen to draw a white radish...is there a problem?"

The person in charge said earnestly: "You don't understand this. It doesn't matter what the color of the radish is, what is needed for painting is a bright color composition! Look at this eye-catching purple! How impressive it is, look at it again Look at this big and long radish, it looks like a very good radish!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

Before Qu Sinian could speak, Xiao Luli argued softly at the side: "...This is not a carrot, this is my father."

Qu Sinian: "..."

principal:"……"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Lu Junhan endured the veins on his forehead that were throbbing desperately again, and asked coldly, "When did I become a carrot?"

"This is not a carrot..."

The little girl was aggrieved and pitiful: "This is your face... Dad, can't you see it?"

Qu Sinian: "..."

principal:"……"

Lu Junhan: "..."

After three seconds of silence——

Lu Junhan raised his dark and gloomy eyes and stared at the person in charge: "Go and change the title."

principal:"……"

It is impossible to change the topic, and it is impossible to change it even if you die.

Because some children are already halfway through the painting.

Qu Sinian glanced at the long green hair that Qu Qianqian had drawn for him, and closed his eyes in pain.

Then, as if he didn't want to accept this fact, he forced a smile on his face and said to Qu Qianqian:

"Honey, you drew your mother, right?"

"No, mother is not so ugly."

Qu Qianqian put back the green pen for drawing hair in her hand, turned her head and drew the purple oil pen, and began to draw eyebrows: "I drew you, can't you see how ugly you are?"

Qu Sinian: "..."

After a long time, Qu Sinian smiled: "Baby, you can paint here, dad will go to see your sister Lili paint first."

At least watching other people's children draw, you won't be so angry that you vomit blood.

Qu Qianqian originally wanted to complain that she had worked so hard on painting, and you didn't even come to help me, Dad, but went to play, but when she heard that she was going to Sister Lili, Qu Qianqian immediately had no complaints.

Not only did she not complain, but she seemed to think of something. She raised her head and asked Xiao Luli who was seriously painting:

"Sister Lili, what color do you want to paint your eyes with?"

"Black," Qu Sinian spoke first, and listened carefully, still begging humblely: "Baby, black is fine!"

Qu Qianqian ruthlessly pushed him away: "Go away, I didn't ask you!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

But you drew me! !

Moreover, whose eyes are not black!

"red!"

Xiao Luli replied without hesitation: "The red is super pretty!"

Qu Qianqian: "Okay!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

principal:"……"

Is this pink eye or something?

"And pink!"

After Xiao Luli drew a red eyeball for her father, after thinking about it, she drew a pink eyeball for her father: "Pink is also super pretty!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Qu Qianqian is still the same sentence: "Okay!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

Please, let your father live.

Qu Sinian was afraid that he might suffer from a heart attack if he stayed any longer, so he didn't dare to look at Qu Qianqian's "magnificent work" any more, so he moved a chair directly to Xiao Luli's side.

Only then did I realize that the situation on Lu Junhan's side was not much better.

The eyeballs are one red and one pink, so it’s okay to look like a monster, after all, his baby is also drawn in this way. I have been overwhelmed just now, and now I accept it well.

What shocked Qu Sinian the most was Lu Junhan's hair.

Red, orange, blue, green, yellow, purple, black...

There are actually seven colors!

Qu Sinian: "..."