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Liao Muyang and Lin Sheng left the exhibition hall and didn't take a taxi home. They just wandered around without a destination.

If Brother Liao said he wanted to go home and cook, it was just an excuse.

Lin Sheng has a small appetite, a cup of milk tea can make him half full, and Liao Muyang is not hungry for the time being, so considering the above conditions, Brother Liao still considers taking more walks with his children to get some air.

The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon in winter has become dim and soft, with the last remaining warmth, lazily sprinkled all over the fields, and at the same time, there are gradually more cars speeding on the road.

The two had already walked a good distance away from the exhibition hall.

Brother Liao looked at the child beside him who was looking around all the way, but Jiang Weiyi's words came back to his mind.

In fact, he is really not suitable for teaching people.

Some people's learning ability is naturally fast, but it is only limited to what they can understand in seconds. If you let them pass on the knowledge points to others, it will be hundreds or even thousands of times harder than letting them learn by themselves. After all, they can understand a little , The ability to infer other cases from one instance is usually far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And Liao Muyang is obviously this kind of person.

Lin Sheng really likes to draw, so he can see it very clearly.

In the early stage, some simple and boring painting skills that do not require personal subjective understanding, it is really no big problem for him to teach them.

But if it goes further, it will be difficult to communicate. After all, painting is still relatively abstract. Everyone has everyone's understanding, and Liao Muyang is indeed not a professional.

So Jiang Yanyi's words made Liao Muyang start to seriously consider this issue.

Leaving aside those strange aunt-like behaviors, Jiang Weiyi is really good as a teacher. After all, he used to have the same teacher before. Brother Liao also knows that Jiang Weiyi is full of patience when it comes to painting.

Being easy to get along with, easy to talk to, and patient, these points are perfect for Liao Muyang considering that children will be afraid of strangers.

It's just that Brother Liao started to feel very upset just thinking about the cognition that he was going to let the child out.

The old hooligan's desire to possess and protect is quite strong.

"Does Sheng Zi want to learn how to draw?"

Liao Muyang saw a river running through the park not far ahead, and there were benches for rest beside it, so he simply led Lin Sheng there and asked questions.

Lin Sheng nodded without thinking about it.

Liao Muyang looked at the child's reaction, thought for a while, organized his words, and then continued: "Then what did Sheng Zai think of that sister just now?"

"Very beautiful, nice people."

Lin Sheng's vocabulary was really lacking. After thinking for a while, he could only think of these two adjectives, and he raised his hand obediently to gesture to Liao Muyang.

Brother Liao looked down at the child's gesture, poked his lips secretly, but he didn't miss the point.

"Does Sheng Zi want to learn painting from her?"

"Her professional level is really good. You can learn a lot from her."

Liao Muyang said while leading Lin Sheng, and sat down on a bench in a corner by the river.

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng raised his head immediately, his eyes were filled with panic that had arisen in an instant.

People with sensitive minds can't stand a sentence with unclear meaning, even if it's just a little bit, they can think about the chaos.

Liao Muyang has been teaching Lin Sheng to paint for more than half a month, and he has always been calm and harmonious, and Lin Sheng is really happy and content.

But what Liao Muyang said now, in Lin Sheng's random thoughts, it seemed that he didn't want to teach Lin Sheng anymore, or he felt that Lin Sheng's lack of understanding was too troublesome.

What Lin Sheng was most afraid of was causing trouble to others, and being abandoned by others. He was very nervous, and even his typing hands were a little flustered.

Liao Muyang could use sign language, but the meaning that sign language can express is that there are no text details. Lin Sheng was afraid that he would not be able to express his own meaning, so he could only choose to type.

"My brother taught me very well, and I have learned a lot."

"Is my brother too busy to teach me recently? It doesn't matter, I will teach you when my brother is free."

"I'm not very smart, I'm slow to understand things, sorry, bro."

Lin Sheng raised the mobile phone in front of Liao Muyang, lowered his head, and concealed the helplessness and worry that could not help showing on his face.

Lin Sheng chose to type, but he also forgot that his expressive ability was still not good, even if he typed, he couldn't say anything, so he could only carefully choose the most euphemistic words to ask.

Liao Muyang wiped out these three sentences in three seconds, and his emotion was a little complicated by being easily blamed and said sorry without any mistakes.

Brother Liao knew that he might be inadvertently fluctuating the sensitive emotions of his children.

He raised his hand to take the phone and put it aside, then raised his hands and pinched Lin Sheng's drooping cheeks, and said while pinching.

"Did Sheng Zai start thinking wildly again?"

"Ok?"

Liao Muyang's tone was gentle and helpless, Lin Sheng couldn't help the redness of his eyes even more as he listened to it, his eyes, which were trying to blink, couldn't hold back the warm tears after all, and slid towards Liao Muyang's fingers belly.

The slightly moist fingers made Liao Muyang feel at a loss for a moment.

It's just that Brother Liao panicked for a moment, and then began to regain his senses steadily.

Lin Sheng's emotions are very sensitive, and Liao Muyang knew it, but after all, Brother Liao didn't have any mind-reading skills to guess people's hearts, and he couldn't figure out exactly where Lin Sheng's cranky little head went every time.

There is no way to go on like this for a long time. He will always be negligent for a while and say something that is not intended but has unclear meaning.

Lin Sheng has a patient and cautious personality, and he will never take the initiative to ask.

He wants to give children enough sense of security, but sometimes it may be more effective to exchange such things as security through communication.

So Liao Muyang didn't start to crazily appease immediately, but silently suppressed the desire to crazily appease, and slowly spoke to Lin Sheng.

"Shengzi, tell me what you were thinking just now?"

"Only by telling Sheng Zi, can I know what you are thinking and give you a clear answer."

"I said it when I first met Sheng Zi. I have a very straightforward personality and can express any emotion very straightforwardly. Sheng Zai doesn't need to be so cautious and guess wildly."

"But Sheng Zai's personality is different from mine. If Sheng Zai doesn't say anything, I won't understand what Sheng Zai is thinking, and I will be worried."

Liao Muyang specially suppressed the speed of speech to be slow and gentle. If others heard it, they would only think that he was coaxing a child who had been bullied to speak.

But Lin Sheng listened to it in his heart, and only built a thin layer of security invisibly.

Because Liao Muyang's words were really gentle and patient enough.

Lin Sheng digested the last six words. He didn't want to bring such bad emotions to Liao Muyang, so he tried his best to relieve the soreness in his nasal cavity. Under the patient guidance of Liao Muyang, he wanted to put himself True thoughts and emotions are expressed.

He squeezed the phone and tried hard to organize the language, so he typed very slowly.

Liao Muyang saw that his child was finally willing to poke his little head out of the snail shell, his patience was truly overwhelming.

He just rubbed his little head and said something.

"There's a lot of time, don't rush, Sheng Zi, take your time."

Liao Muyang's words have always worked for Lin Sheng, but as soon as he finished these words, his tense and stiff fingers relaxed a bit.

Seeing this, Brother Liao moved a step closer to his child, even changing Lin Sheng's position.

In the end, Lin Sheng's back was half pressed against Liao Muyang's chest. Liao Muyang's arms gently circled Lin Sheng's lower abdomen, rubbing his wide and dry palms from time to time. On the skin of children exposed to the wind.

Sometimes it's the cheek uncovered by the scarf, sometimes it's the back of the typing hands.

Lin Sheng was immersed in the world of wanting to express well, but for a while, he really didn't realize how intimate such gestures and movements are.

It's only because of Liao Daweilang's "warm action" that he never tires of it.