You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

After Qi Ming got up the next day, he chatted with Ling Yifeng for a while, and they reached an agreement, so when he laid the foundation for other children in the studio or tutoring class, he took Ling Yifeng along with him.Ling Yifeng is obedient and likes to draw, so he can watch the children and cultivate their specialties, killing two birds with one stone.

When he first took over Ling Yifeng, Qi Ming just thought that the kid was good. After he got to know him well, he realized that all kids are the same in the world, except for the dumb ones who are talkative.Although Ling Yichen looked rough when he took Ling Yifeng, in fact, some aspects were still very delicate. For example, he never completely ignored Ling Yifeng when he was talking seriously. Many times he would casually answer while organizing his notes. And a few times, so that the children will not be too lonely and autistic.

Half the world is about the same size, and the method of bringing children is the same. When Qi Ming draws, he doesn't care about Ling Yifeng, so he often keeps the children by his side. Chatting, anyway, it's always good to spend as much time with him as possible.

After Qi Ming took time to pick up Ling Yifeng from the kindergarten, he went straight into the room with a balcony that was transformed into a simple studio, sat at the table, pinned up his hair that was too long with a pen, put it on his ears, and spread it out until he was done. Half of the drawing paper.

After Ling Yifeng came in dragging his small schoolbag, he sat on the floor, lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and raised the things in his hand as if offering a treasure: "Look, brother!"

"Hey." Qi Ming turned his head and glanced at him, a little surprised, stretched out his hand to rub his hair, "You got it together? Not bad."

In Ling Yifeng's hand was a model airplane that had been put together.

This kid doesn't know anything about assembling models. Qi Ming even bought a set and sat on the floor with him to fight for an afternoon. In the end, Qi Ming was so free that he started reading, but Ling Yifeng still couldn't put it together.

It seems that I bought this a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to be put together.

"Yeah," Ling Yifeng nodded, hesitated for a while before telling the truth, "Chongshan taught me."

"Chongshan?" Qi Ming was stunned, "That kid upstairs? Qi Chongshan? You two have a good relationship?"

"Yes! He even came to our house to play!"

Qi Ming thought about when it happened, but he still responded: "Well, I remember."

When Ling Yifeng said this, he hesitated inexplicably. Fortunately, Qi Ming was preoccupied with two things. At this time, he had already put his mind back on the painting, and did not notice the pause between Ling Yifeng's words, which allowed him to jump to the next chapter smoothly. A topic: "Brother, Chongshan and I went to see the bird's nest together again today, but neither of us is tall enough to see the bird's eggs."

"Well, next time my brother will hold you up and watch."

"Okay! Pull the hook!"

Qi Ming responded, holding the eraser in his left hand to highlight it, handed it to him with his right hand, and let him toss for a while.

"Oh, and brother, I gave the painting you changed to Chongshan." Ling Yifeng hooked his little finger and looked up at him, "It's the bird's nest."

"Okay, the pictures you draw are your own," Qi Ming replied, "You don't need to ask me why you are happy."

Qi Ming buried his head and continued to draw without opening his mouth.

The draft was blowing from the balcony, and the door curtain was blown up by the wind and hit the door frame.

Ling Yifeng suddenly became quiet, and turned to look at the fluttering curtain.

"Brother," he was silent for a while before opening his mouth again, "Am I annoying?"

"No." Qi Ming didn't think much about it, and said casually, "It's just generally annoying."

Ling Yifeng lowered his head and said "oh".

"Just kidding." Qi Ming came to his senses and touched him with his foot, "Let's continue talking."

Ling Yifeng agreed again, but did not move.

"I'm really joking." Qi Ming leaned down helplessly to look at the child on the floor, "Honey, can we stop being serious?"

"I don't have any." Ling Yifeng got up from the ground, "You can draw, I'll go upstairs to find Chongshan to play."

"Hey," Qi Ming hugged the child on his lap, "Is it okay if I'm wrong? Are you angry with me?"

"I don't. Everyone has their own business," Ling Yifeng turned his head and looked at him solemnly, "Let's talk tomorrow, baby."

Qi Ming was amused by his official accent, and pinched his face: "What words did your brother teach you?"

"It wasn't taught by my brother," Ling Yifeng said, "I heard it myself."

"what?"

"Big baby."

Qi Ming was taken aback, and let Ling Yifeng out of his lap. It took him a long time to realize what he was talking about, and suddenly he wanted to laugh.

This kid doesn't learn anything well when he learns the tongue.

The author has something to say: ah, sorry for being a little late today...the computer has a little problem.

Since it was manually updated and replaced at the beginning, the time is not very accurate, but it is roughly between ten o'clock and twelve o'clock.