Lu Shaoxin's sharp treasure: Ma'am, good night!

Especially unfamiliar people.

Hearing the sense of alienation in the child's words, Luo Qi blinked, hid the indescribable sourness, and smiled: "Okay, then can I call you Luochen?"

The boy nodded.

Lu Yinyin next to him pouted: "Brother, Dad, they also call you Chenchen, you are partial!"

"It's okay, Yinyin, do you like drawing?"

The little girl frowned: "Painting?"

She was the most impatient, and the things she drew were so crooked that she couldn't see them at all.

On the contrary, when Luo Chen heard her question, he said, "You know how to draw?"

Luo Qi smiled: "Well, from today onwards, I will mainly teach you how to draw, and English...you can also tell me what you want to learn, and if you know it, I can teach you all."

Lu Yinyin was bitter and bitter, and thought: It's over.

Apart from liking the Rubik's Cube, her brother is just painting, but she is impatient, what should I do?

Feeling that she had dug a hole for herself, Lu Yinyin pursed her mouth, wanting to cry.

When buying tools yesterday, Luo Qi deliberately chose two smaller brushes.

She spread the paper on the table and started teaching: "Chinese painting is mainly divided into three categories, flowers and birds, figures and landscapes. I will tell you later if it is too profound. Now I will teach you the posture of holding a brush..."

Luo Chen learned it as soon as he learned it, but Lu Yinyin couldn't take it for a long time, and Luo Qi was not in a hurry, and corrected her posture over and over again.

The little girl was very impatient and didn't want to learn.

But seeing her smiling all the time, without any impatience at all, my heart gradually sank.

It's just that she has little talent in painting, and what Luo Qi teaches is difficult for her to learn.

Compared to her, Luo Chen's talent surprised Luo Qi a little, almost everything she said, he memorized it once.

In a certain bedroom at this time, I heard that there was a new teacher at home, and the great-granddaughter chose it herself, so Mr. Lu frowned.

He asked Butler Pei: "What's the origin?"

"I'm not sure. The second young master should check it out. The servant told me just now that Mr. Zhuang is teaching the children to draw Chinese paintings."

Lu Bingyin: "..."

Why is it Chinese painting?

Thinking of Luo Qi's previous specialties, he felt a little complicated.

The old man said: "We must let him find out the details. How is Ah Zong's attitude towards that teacher?"

After thinking for a while, the butler replied: "It seems that I am not satisfied, but Miss Yinyin insisted on her being a teacher, and the second young master had no choice but to agree."

"Okay, I see. If there is any special situation, you must report it to me immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Lu Zong didn't tell Luo Qi how long the class would be, and because she liked the two children, she didn't care how long she stayed at Lu's house.

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

The hands and bodies of the two children were all stained with ink. Lu Yinyin, who was not very interested at first, also learned a lot of line drawing techniques with a pen under Luo Qi's patient guidance.

Of course, they also have breaks.

Then Luo Qi would draw it for them in person. The two little guys looked at it very seriously, with two pairs of identical eyes shining brightly.

Compared with Lu Yinyin's undisguised admiration, Luo Chen was very subtle, just staring at her hand for a moment, observing her painting posture.

Until Butler Pei knocked on the door: "Mr. Zhuang, it's already six o'clock, and it's time for the children to rest and eat."

Is it six o'clock?

Luo Qi stopped the pen in her hand and looked out the window in surprise.

It's so late?

Lu Yinyin was also a little unbelievable: "Grandpa housekeeper, is it getting dark?"

"Yes, Miss."

The little girl opened her mouth a little wide.

She actually obediently attended class in the classroom for a whole day! !

Of course, there is a break on this day, Luo Qi will play small games with them, which is completely different from the teachers who taught them in the past.

Lu Yinyin really liked her more and more.

"Teacher, you can stay at my house for dinner tonight!"

Luo Qi was a little embarrassed.

This is the point, if you don't go back, Zhuang Han will be worried, right?
Thinking of this, she shook her head slightly: "I'll come back tomorrow morning, the teacher has to go home."

Lu Yinyin didn't want to let her go, so she secretly kicked her brother, trying to make him talk.

But Luo Chen's attention was still on the painting that Luo Qi had just finished, and he didn't notice it at all.

When the people left and he wanted to ask a question, he realized that Luo Qi was not there.

"Where's Mr. Zhuang?"

Facing the unresponsive elder brother, Lu Yinyin pouted her mouth unhappily: "I'm home."

Luochen sighed: "Then I'll ask tomorrow."

"My brother also likes Teacher Zhuang, right? She is different from the previous teachers, isn't she?"

When the little girl asked this question, Lu Zong happened to come home from work and came to look for them in the classroom.

Because he was curious about his son's answer, he stood at the door and did not go in.

Luo Chen carefully rolled up Luo Qi's painting and put it away.

If the other party taught something else, he might not feel anything, but this new teacher knows Chinese painting.

After hearing his sister's question, he nodded: "Well, it's different."

Because of personality problems, those teachers generally prefer Lu Yinyin, thinking that she is easier to deal with, and Luochen is too quiet and doesn't like to talk, so they don't know how to communicate with him at all.

But Luo Qi was different, her attitude towards the two children was the same.

Although Lu Yinyin may pay more attention to it, it is because she has no talent for traditional Chinese painting and lacks patience. Luo Qi can only make the child interested in painting a little bit.

Even so, today's Luochen didn't feel treated coldly. Although he didn't care if others liked his sister more, his mood was different when he was really treated fairly.

Lu Zong saw his son's action of collecting the paintings, and his answer surprised the man.

Walking into the classroom, he asked, "Are you happy in class today?"

Seeing her father's eyes glowing, the little girl flew over and rubbed against him without caring whether she was dirty or not; "Dad, Yinyin took a good class today! Is there any reward?"

Lu Zong stretched out his hand to his son, wanting to hug him too, but Luo Chen shook his head.

He is obsessed with cleanliness and feels that his body is dirty, so he can't hug him.

Then say: "I'll take a shower and change clothes first, and then I'll go to the restaurant to have dinner with Dad."

Lu Zong: "Well, let's go."

Lu Yinyin didn't care if she was dirty or not, she was playing with a man's tie, smiling and begging for a reward.

On the other side, when the driver took Luo Qi home, it was already past seven o'clock.

She hurriedly entered the unit building, and as soon as she took out the key, the door opened automatically.

After confirming that she came back safely, Zhuang Han breathed a sigh of relief: "I scared you to death. I thought something happened to you. You didn't come back so late."

Luo Qi put down the bag: "I'm sorry, because I like those two children so much, I kind of lost track of time."

"It's okay, come in, I can eat it after I heat it up."

As a result, when the meal was over, Zhuang Han said with a serious expression: "Qiqi, otherwise we should go home?"