In the study, two five-year-old children tiptoed through things in the study
At first glance, the two children look exactly the same, one boy and one girl
The girl has a pair of black phoenix eyes, her eyes are turning around, and there is a cunning light inside.
"What is this?" The little boy's eyes widened and his little finger poked
"You are so stupid, of course you are calligraphy and painting." The little girl looks like you are so stupid
The little boy sniffed, why do he always say he was stupid? Everyone said he was very smart, gentlemen praised him for being smart, only Qianjue said he was stupid
"Don't cry! Suck my snot back!" Qianjue said viciously, crying for a little thing. How could Qianjue have such a younger brother?
"I told my dad and mom that you bullied me again."
"Every time I say this, I have no ambition at all." Qianjue said contemptuously while drawing on calligraphy and painting
The little boy sniffed again, and the mist in his eyes was brewing, and water droplets were about to overflow.
"Take it back!" Qianjue warned that he would cry all day long, and he would not be able to cry for a day.
At this time, the door of the study opened and the sun shone in. At the same time, a tall shadow was clearly reflected on the white ground
The two little men were stunned, motionless, and did not dare to look back. The sun was very bright today, but at this moment they felt the low pressure of the shadow behind them.
The little boy didn't even dare to cry, and forced his tears back
Qianjue quickly rolled up the scroll and stuffed it into her clothes. However, her body was too small and the clothes could not cover the long scroll at all, revealing half of it.
"Qianjue, take it out" Gu Yue said sternly and sternly
Qianjue changed into a smiling face, turned around, and said sweetly: "Dad, what are you taking?"
"Take it out"
As soon as Qianjue stood up, the half scroll slid from his short clothes to the ground, and Qianjue froze
Gu Yue picked up the scroll on the ground and opened it and looked at it. His face immediately became very ugly.
"Dad, it's not what I painted, it's the little saint." Qian Jue quickly explained, "If the evil one complains first, this is what the hell is.
"Woooo, it's not me, it's sister, it's not me..." The little Qian Sheng couldn't help but the mist in his eyes and started crying loudly.
"Don't cry!" The father and daughter said in unison
"..." Qian Sheng immediately stopped the sound, bit his mouth and sniffled, and sobbed quietly.
"Qianjue!" Gu Yue's slanted face was very gloomy
Qianjue knew that he could not escape this disaster, so...
"Woooooooooooooooo..." Qianjue burst into tears, pulling his throat to the greatest extent, which is comparable to shocking the world and crying ghosts.
Qiansheng's tear glands were stimulated again, and then they started crying loudly
"Don't cry!" Gu Yue said sternly. Mo Yang hated the most, but Qian Sheng loved crying the most, and Qian Jue's biggest trick was to cry loudly.
The two of them immediately stopped and Qiansheng sobbed in a low voice
Sure enough, the crying brought Moyang
"What's going on?" Another low pressure
Gu Yuexie immediately put away the scroll and smiled and said, "Mo Yang, don't you want to take a nap?"
Mo Yang looked at the two little men with tears on their faces and said, "What's going on?"
"Mom, Xiao Sheng painted the painting of Daddy." Although Qianjue's object of speaking was Mo Yang, he looked at Qian Sheng. The warning in his eyes made Qian Sheng want to cry but dare not cry
Why is he so miserable? He always takes the blame. He was born half a minute later. Originally, he must have been born first. Qian Jue kicked him back and came out first.