DAVM Chapter 87.4

Si Tian: “Well, I think you can draw better.”

Since the program team was here, Si Tian used her words very tactfully.

Ji Ningyi frowned: “Zhile, it might be better if you don’t draw Father Sun’s smiling face.”

After listening to his brother’s words, Ji Zhile looked at his painting, hesitated for two seconds, and then said, “No, it looks good now. Father Sun is also very happy.”

[Sun: You think you are very humorous, don’t you?]

[Sun: If I had known I would be painted so ugly, I would not have come here.]

[No, do you still remember that Ji Zhile introduced himself that he could draw? Does this mean he can?]

[Do you take what the child said seriously? My kid even said she could become the Powerpuff Girls.]

[I think this kid Ji Zhile is really smart and good at pleasing people. Let’s wait and see.]

Ji Zhile did not know that his painting had caused a dispute. He solemnly and carefully placed the cut sun on the ground. He felt that his mother was right. This was already great. Although he could do better, he would next paint clouds.

Everyone had their own division of labor, and finally, they cut them all out and pasted them on a piece of paper. This overall matching work was handed over to Si Tian, ​​and the two children applied glue to the cut materials.

Si Tian pasted the materials she made and those made by Ji Ningyi on the drawing paper in turn. Although there was no decoration of the sun and clouds, it was still fresh and elegant.

Ji Zhile picked up the sun he painted and urged, “Mom, stick it on quickly!”

Si Tian hesitated for a second, and it was during this second that the audience frantically swiped the screen, expressing their empathy.

Si Tian still pasted the sun and clouds painted by Ji Zhile on it, and the little fresh work suddenly turned into a ghost.

[Hahahahahahaha, I laughed to death on the spot.]

[Ji Zhile’s painting style is incompatible.]

[Won’t he feel embarrassed?]

[I don’t think Ji Zhile can. You see how happy he is.]

Ji Zhile was indeed very happy. He admired it many times and finally sighed: “Mom, we are so great.”

Si Tian kept smiling: “Yes, because we are a family, and unity is powerful.”

Ji Ningyi looked away slightly and finally said something against his will: “It looks good.”

After receiving praise from his brother and mother, Ji Zhile suddenly felt like his tail was raised to the sky. He picked up the painting and walked straight up to the staff and asked one by one: “Uncle, do you think it looks good?”

“Well, it looks good.” An ordinary staff member.

“It’s beautiful. Zhile is great.” A cute staff member.

“Okay.” A perfunctory staff.

The barrage laughed loudly: [Staff: If you want to torture me, you don’t have to think about it.]

[Ji Zhile seems to be really proud.]

[D*mn, I took screenshots, took screenshots! So funny.]

There had never been so many people at home, and Ji Zhile had never been praised by so many people at home. He felt that it was great to be on the show. The tens of thousands of people who saw his paintings must have silently praised him in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhile was so excited that he quickly grabbed Si Tian’s hand and asked, “Mom, where is the painting I originally drew for you?”

“It’s the one with the pink hair and the bow. Do you still remember it, Mom?”

Of course, Si Tian remembered that Ji Zhile’s dark history that she stored was well preserved, so she nodded.

Ji Zhile said, “Mom, take out that painting and show it to everyone!”

Si Tian’s smiling expression froze and said tactfully: “It’s better not to show it. Didn’t Zhile give it to mother?”

Si Tian’s conscience was still intact. She wanted to save some face for Ji Zhile, but Ji Zhile did not appreciate it at all.

He said with a red face, “I know Mom likes it very much, but I want more uncles and aunts to like it too.”

Si Tian looked at Ji Zhile lovingly for a second: “Well, since it is Zhile’s request, of course, I have to satisfy it.”

Si Tian found the painting and brought it over. Ji Zhile carefully spread it out and displayed it in front of the camera. Looking at the painting, the staff almost failed to manage their expressions well.

 

 

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