But they saw Murong Xitian frowning, and then he took the painting painted by Murong Xin, and he opened it according to the small palm print. He used the brush like a god, and after a few strokes, it turned into the prototype of a flower.
The children were all attracted to Murong Xitian, and even Xia Ziluo stared at Murong Xitian for a moment.
The way he was painting seriously was so handsome that she couldn't take her eyes away.
Even his breath was taken away. Xia Ziluo stared blankly and dreamily - he saw the stamens gradually blooming, and finally turned into a blooming peony under his eyes. There was a flower in the distance.
A butterfly flies over.
"Wow, Daddy is great!" Murong Xin clapped her little hands in admiration.
Murong Ze's mouth opened wide when he saw it, and suddenly he imitated his sister by pressing his hand into the inkstone, dipping it in ink and pressing a small handprint on the rice paper.
"Dad, I want it too, I want it too." Murong Ze pointed at the painting Murong Xitian just painted.
In addition to feeling that her father is great, she also doesn’t want to lose to her sister, and she also wants to get the paintings that her father painted.
"Okay." Murong Xitian doted on the children no less than Xia Ziluo, "Daddy also painted for Ze'er."
As he spoke, he picked up the brush again, and not long after, a peony appeared on the painting again, lifelike and penetrating into the wood.
"Mom, daddy is awesome!" Murong Xin and Murong Ze shouted happily when they saw her.
"Yes, yes, but don't be so naughty." Xia Ziluo picked up the silk handkerchief, wiped their dirty little hands, and urged them to continue painting.
After a while, the children finally began to draw quietly, and Murong Xitian also continued to draw.
This time, it’s peonies.
Xia Ziluo frowned: "That's great, but why are they all painted with peonies?"
"Is peony bad?" Murong Xitian asked back.
"It's not bad, I just don't think it's suitable for children. Those flowers that grow naturally are suitable, because flowers that grow freely on the ground are freer and more beautiful than flowers that are grown in pots in greenhouses.
Naturally." People have to control when the flowers they raise bloom. It's too unfree. She doesn't like it, and she doesn't think it's suitable for children, nor is it suitable for Murong Xitian.
Her casual words gave Murong Xitian a huge shock.
Although it is said that it is not suitable for children, it still represents her inner thoughts.
I really didn’t expect that she would yearn for freedom. Does she think that she is a flower kept in a boudoir?
"Why do you say that? The cultivated flowers are far more delicate than the wild ones. I think they are very suitable for children." Murong Xitian paused again and looked at Xia Ziluo with a little more scrutiny in his eyes, "But speaking of
"Anyone who has seen a vast sea of flowers in the wild will naturally not think that the flowers he keeps are beautiful."
"Sea of flowers? That must be very beautiful..." Xia Ziluo narrowed his eyes unconsciously, with a look of longing on his face.
When she usually lives in her 21st century home, her biggest wish is that one day she can travel all over the mountains and rivers and leave her footprints in every beautiful place.
Then she recorded what she saw and heard with her camera and eyes, and finally preserved it permanently through words.
Unfortunately, her financial situation did not allow it, so she had to put carefully selected pictures on the map and draw her own footprints on it for comfort.
Murong Xitian was fascinated by her longing expression, and stared at her for a moment: "If you like it, go and have a look at the flower viewing party later."
(Off-topic: Well, Lemon admits that he is lazy, but don’t follow my example. Don’t just read, just collect. At least give a recommendation vote and click on five stars. Thank you everyone!)
