When Xie Ce saw her, his eyes showed a bit of grievance. He raised his little hand that was practicing holding a pen, stretched it out in front of her, and shouted aggrievedly: “Mother……”

Yin Mingyu reached out and pinched his thin wrist, then shook the storybook in his hand and said to him, “I also want to read and stay with you for a while.”

Xie Ce laid on the desk and leaned his head forward, as if he wanted to see what she was looking at.

Knowing that he couldn’t understand, Yin Mingyu still showed the book to him, then took it back and urged: “Practice quickly, mother has to go back to feed the sheep.”

When Xie Ce heard this, he also wanted to feed it with her.

Yin Mingyu was already immersed in the storybook, and nodded casually, which was deemed as agreement.

The maid was grinding ink for Xie Ce. Xie Ce held the brush in his limp hand and dipped it in the ink a little too hard. The ink splashed onto Yin Mingyu’s storybook.

Xie Ce looked at her nervously and blinked, fearing that she would be angry.

Yin Mingyu watched the drop of ink on the storybook slowly flow down, and the ink drew a line, lifeless. She put down the book and walked to sit opposite him. She also picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and said: “Let’s draw together. How about drawing a sheep?”

Xie Ce immediately laughed and even picked up his pen briskly.

Someone was standing by to repeatedly correct Xie Ce on how to hold the pen, but it was better and faster to have Yin Mingyu’s personal demonstration.

But the lamb he painted is really abstract.

When Yin Mingyu raised her eyes, she saw the jet-black lump. After examining it carefully for a moment, she asked one more question: “Where is the head?”

Xie Ce pointed his little hand at a very inconspicuous bulge above the black mass, and answered in a sweet voice: “Head.”

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After pointing it out, he pointed to four unknown strips of different lengths that were not connected to the body, “Legs.”

Yin Mingyu suddenly realized that the head was the head and the legs were the legs. She praised it without hesitation, and then said enthusiastically: “Let’s give it to the lamb later. It will definitely like it very much.”

Xie Ce nodded happily.

Yin Mingyu’s eyes moved, and she added: “Draw another picture of your father, and we will send someone to give it to him.”

Xie Ce hesitated, but with her encouragement, he took the pen and drew “Father” on another piece of paper.

Yin Mingyu looked at the lump of black ink that was slightly longer than the sheep he drew, and when he thought of Xie Qin’s image, she couldn’t help laughing.

Xie Ce didn’t understand what she was laughing at. He tilted his head and asked in confusion: “Mother?”

Yin Mingyu stopped laughing and said seriously: “Nothing, Xiao Langjun’s painting is very good. I will write the words for you and have someone give it to your father.”

“Alright.”

Yin Mingyu tried not to look at the black mass, and wrote in the blank space next to it —— Xie Ce gifts father, and then solemnly asked Xie Ce to draw a signature and mark the date.

When the ink dried, Yin Mingyu asked the maid to take it to the front yard, which was her “ice-breaking” move.

Xie Ce’s practice was over, and Yin Mingyu fulfilled her promise and took him back to the east courtyard to feed the sheep.

The lamb got used to eating the grass fed to it by Xie Ce. It opened its mouth when it was fed to him and chewed it when it came into his mouth.

But this time Xie Ce excitedly presented the painting to it. The lamb opened its mouth stupidly, grabbed it in one gulp, tore off a large piece of paper, and started chewing it. After just a few clicks, not much of the paper was left in its mouth.

Xie Ce was stunned. Seeing it coming to bite again, he quickly backed away and shouted: “Mother!”

Many people sent invitations to Yin Mingyu. Yin Mingyu was looking at it. When he heard his shout, he turned around and drew a picture of a sheep without its head. The lamb was still stretching out its mouth and continued to “eat itself”, while suppressing laughter and comforting him. : “It doesn’t matter, your intentions have been sent. Didn’t the little sheep accept it?”

Xie Ce was still unhappy looking at his paintings.

Yin Mingyu said: “Even if it doesn’t understand your thoughts, your father definitely understands.”

Xie Ce looked up, “Really?”

Yin Mingyu nodded affirmatively.

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