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Qi Ming stood in the cubicle, holding a palette in one hand, and drawing on a white T-shirt with a brush in the other, squinting his eyes slightly, with a focused expression.The overly long hair slipped from his ears, and he just frowned, not caring about it, but the rolled-up sleeves slipped off his elbows several times, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands but couldn't avoid the paint Splashing on the cuffs is really a bit of a nuisance.

The door behind him just creaked open.

Without turning his head, he raised his hand to signal, but there was no response for a long time, and he even gave a "tsk", only to realize that it was Ling Yifeng who opened the door when he turned his head.

The child stuck his head out from behind the door and looked at him: "Brother, I have to go to school."

How long has passed, and he still subconsciously felt that standing behind him while he was painting was the person who could easily roll up his sleeves.

Qi Ming turned his head and glanced at the clothes that hadn't had time to dry, so he had to beckon Ling Yifeng to come over and ask him to buy breakfast out of his trouser pocket: "Brother has an order to be handed in soon, so I can't send it to you. , you wait to see if Chongshan’s house upstairs has left, if not, you can go with them, okay?”

Ling Yifeng handed the money he took out to Qi Ming to have a look. Qi Ming was busy and nodded without looking at it. However, the children who had just been urging them to go to school walked around him, talking about other things: "Brother , why don't you choose a dress with shorter sleeves?"

"The clothes shouldn't be too small, and it's even more troublesome if they can't be stretched."

"This one is too long."

"This one belongs to your brother. He couldn't fit in it so he threw several of them to me."

"Brother, why don't you wash your clothes?"

"Washed, acrylic paint can't be washed off."

"elder brother……"

Qi Ming was always concentrating when he was painting, and Ling Yifeng was typically looking for something to say. Forgive him for being a little irritable no matter how good-tempered he is with children: "Say something quickly."

"Can you give me some C...C..."

"Acrylic paint. No, this thing is not necessarily safe, don't touch it with your children. If you get tired of oil pastels and watercolor pens, go back and play with colored pencils."

"Don't...I want to play soft pen..."

"You're too young to use it—all right, stop pestering me, go to school quickly, and I'll take you to play with gouache next time." Qi Ming got a headache when he heard his elongated and coquettish voice, "Wait for your brother I'm back, you play with him when I'm painting, don't keep circling around me, good boy."

Ling Yifeng said "Oh" in a low voice, then turned around and left slowly, not forgetting to close the door when he left.

Qi Ming drew a few strokes but felt a little unbearable, and couldn't help but want to go out to see him. When he opened the door, he heard some noise outside, and seemed to hear Ling Yifeng's voice mixed in, so he quickly turned around and grabbed it. The keys on the table just ran out.

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