Sweet!!

Did she, did she faint again?

He's mother, Tian Shumin, was so flustered that she quickly ran to her daughter's bedroom.

Bang!

Tian Shumin pushed the door open directly, and the door panel hit the wall and bounced back, almost hitting her forehead.

Tian Shumin didn't care about this, she pushed her shoulder hard, opened the door, and rushed into the room.

There is no one on the ground!

There was no one on the bed.

Wait, Tiantian seems to be sitting by the window, staring at something outside in a daze.

Tian Shumin's heart suddenly jumped up, Tiantian, Tiantian couldn't think about it.

Although their house is only on the third floor, the window sill is about ten meters from the ground.

If he jumps down and lands on his head again, his life will be lost.

Tian Shumin opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but she was afraid of scaring her daughter. Even if Tiantian didn't want to commit suicide, she might be frightened and fall.

Tian Shumin swallowed hard, walked carefully to the window, reached out and took her little girl's arm, and then she felt a little calmer.

Got it!

She grabbed Tiantian's arm, so that even if there was an accident, she would be able to catch her daughter immediately.

When she thought of "accident", Tian Shumin couldn't help but increase her strength with her hands, as if her daughter would fall out of the window in the next second.

And all she wanted to do was grab her daughter and use all her strength to save her.

"Hiss!" He Tiantian, who was stunned, suddenly cried out in pain.

The pain in her arm also completely woke her up.

He Tiantian first looked at the "murder weapon" that caused her pain, uh, a slightly wet hand.

His eyes moved along his hands and finally landed on Tian Shumin's face.

He Tiantian looked at her mother's panic look with some astonishment, and blurted out, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Tian Shumin became even more worried when she heard her daughter speak.

Because she found that her daughter was now dull and dull, and she was no longer as smart and lively as usual.

"Tiantian, are you okay?"

Tian Shumin suppressed the panic and worry in her heart and tried her best to say in a gentle voice, "Why is there no movement? What are you doing in the room by yourself?"

He Tiantian seemed to have not woken up yet, and just answered the question based on instinct, "It's okay! I'm painting."

Painting is a quiet job, so she definitely won't make too much noise.

"Painting? Then why didn't you go sit over there and instead ran to the window? And the window was still open?"

It's October, and although the temperature hasn't dropped yet, it's not as hot as it was in summer.

During the day, open the windows for ventilation, and in the evening, you basically need to close the windows to prevent the temperature in the room from getting too low.

But it's almost six o'clock now, and it's time to close the windows and draw the curtains.

As a result, my daughter not only opened all the windows, but also sat directly on the windowsill.

Doesn't this look like painting? It's clearly——

Tian Shumin didn't even want to think about committing suicide by jumping off a building.

"Oh, you said this!"

He Tiantian seemed to finally wake up. She pointed to a bird's nest on the treetop outside the window, "Mom, look, there is a bird's nest there, and there are several little birds in the bird's nest-"

Tian Shumin didn't know why, but she still followed He Tiantian's finger and looked over.

Their home is on the third floor, and there are several trees planted in front of the building. Looking through He Tiantian's bedroom window, you can just see the tops of the big trees.

There is a simple bird's nest on the top of one of the big trees.

The birds themselves built it with branches and grass stalks.

Usually when Tian Shumin was cleaning her daughter's room, she would hear the chirping of birds outside, but she had never noticed such a bird's nest.

But, even if there is a bird's nest, what does this thing have to do with painting?

etc!

Tian Shumin seemed to have thought of something, and quickly lowered her head to look at the drawing board in He Tiantian's hand.

There was a piece of sketch paper placed on the drawing board, and a tree branch was clearly drawn on the white page. There was a bird's nest on the tree branch, and several furry little heads peeked out from the edge of the bird's nest.

"Tiantian, did you draw this?"

Tian Shumin's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at the painting in disbelief.

Oh my gosh, her Tiantian paintings are so good.

Tian Shumin is not wearing the filter of a loving mother, but is amazed from the bottom of her heart.

She doesn't know much about art, but she can read it.

Look at her Tiantian paintings, the bird's nest, the branches, and the little heads.

It's just a few simple lines, but the outline is lifelike, as if it were taken with a camera.

However, it is lifelike, but it has a slightly different feeling than the photos.

Maybe, it’s called artistry!

Anyway, Tian Shumin just thinks her Tiantian paintings are good.

"Yes, I drew it. I haven't touched a pen for a long time, and my hands are a little damp. I don't draw well, but I finally found some feeling!"

He Tiantian is definitely not talking about Versailles, but telling the truth.

She suddenly possesses super high painting skills, whether it is sketching, watercolor or oil painting, she has reached a certain level.

But her body itself has not been actually practiced.

When she first got the pencil, she was a little uncomfortable with it.

After a few strokes and two pieces of paper, I finally got the feeling.

"Oh, I haven't painted for a long time and I can draw at this level, which is already very impressive!"

Tian Shumin was very excited and kept praising her.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and ran to the door and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Old He, Old He, come here quickly. Take a look at our daughter's paintings!"

He's father and He Guotai were almost asleep.

He would definitely not sleep for such a long time during a normal nap.

But in the past week, I have been in the hospital every day, and my whole body has been exhausted.

I drank some wine again at noon today. After exhausting the alcohol, He Guotai fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the room was already dark.

He Guotai was about to get up when he heard his wife's loud voice.

"coming!"

He Guotai, who was still a little dazed at first, suddenly woke up. As he was getting dressed, he also shouted: "Honey, what's the matter?"

"Come on, our Tiantian really has a talent for painting! Oh my God, her paintings are so good!"

From a distance, I heard Tian Shumin's excited voice.

He Guotai's heart moved, he quickened his pace, and arrived at his little daughter's bedroom in three steps and two steps.

"What painting? Let's paint sweetly?"

He Guotai came closer and stretched his neck to look at the sketch on the drawing board.

"Oh, this is a bird's nest, isn't it? There are also birds in it?"

He Guotai is also an ordinary citizen. He has never even gone to college, let alone any artistic accomplishment.

When the little girl said she wanted to paint, she took time to go home and rest, and he searched the Internet on the home computer.

Anyway, he thought some of the paintings he saw online were pretty good, but there were also some crooked, non-human and ghostly things that he really couldn't appreciate.

Without being afraid of being scolded as arrogant, He Guotai believes that the things painted by the so-called world-famous painters are not as good as the pencil drawings painted by his family Tiantian.

At least, He Guotai could recognize what it was at a glance.

There is no need for others to explain to him endlessly what ingenious ideas and artistic connotations it contains, he can understand it with his own eyes!

"Yes, it's the bird's nest outside our window -"

Tian Shumin was pointing excitedly at the branches outside the window, wanting to explain to her husband the origin of this painting.
To be continued...