Chapter 3, Coaxing Babies, is a technical task
To be reasonable, Xi Xi's paintings are actually still at the level of children's random graffiti, but from the perspective of artistic conception and composition, Xi Xi is still a little talented!
Yang Ran's eyes lit up. After praising and encouraging the little fellow, he suggested, "Xi Xi, can Daddy teach you how to draw?"
In his previous life, in the killer training camp, Yang Yi had learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he had to understand all kinds of skills. This was the basic skill of camouflage!
You know, the next task of the Poker Killer Organization is the most difficult and arduous! Without the effort to hide from the masses anytime, anywhere, Yang Yi has long been arrested by the police countless times!
Although Yang Yi didn't like painting very much, and later became obsessed with music, he liked listening to songs and watching movies in his spare time, and he was bored in his carefully arranged safe house. As for painting and other skills, he didn't improve at all after leaving the training camp.
However, it was still possible to fool Xi Xi!
Just talking about it without practicing is naturally not enough, and Yang Yi showed Xi Xi a hand at the beginning.
Under the amazed eyes of the little girl, Yang Yi held a black pencil, sketched lightly, and brushed a few strokes, and a little girl with long hair fluttered on the paper.
The little girl's facial contours and expressions were very similar to Xi Xi's. She was wearing the same lace gauze skirt, pantyhose, and small leather shoes that Xi Xi was wearing now!
In addition, Yang Yi deliberately drew the little girl's head big, and her big eyes were very anime. The hair that was dragged to the ground fell like a waterfall, which was very cute!
"Wow, PaPa, PaPa is amazing!" Xi Xi liked it so much that she couldn't even move her eyes. She opened her small mouth and shouted in admiration.
Yang Yi listened to his daughter's praise, and the sense of achievement in his heart was simply overwhelming!
Even though she was careful not to say much just now - for fear of being exposed, Yang Yi couldn't help but ask now, "Xixi, can you see who Dad drew?"
As a soldier, Yang Yi's voice is relatively loud, but when facing his daughter, he is so gentle that he doesn't look like a tough guy. Not to mention Leon, who has been cold in his previous life, I am afraid he will not believe it when he looks back!
"I know, I know, it's Xixi!" Xixi coyly pointed at herself with some joy, but felt embarrassed, giggled and threw herself into her father's arms, only showing half of her smart eyes.
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For almost an afternoon, Yang Yi was teaching Xi Xi to draw sketches, and he himself helped the little guy fill in her simple paintings.
Xixi had a great time, and the silver bell-like laughter came one after another.
How did she know that her father was actually happier than her! Because Yang Yi was worried that he would be exposed before, it didn't happen.
Perhaps Xi Xi will feel that the father in front of her is no longer the clumsy and wooden father she used to be! But at a young age, she is not so suspicious, and the little guy firmly believes in his eyes. Dad is Dad, how can it be someone else?
In fact, the previous Yang Yi, let alone painting, even if he were to appreciate Xi Xi's paintings, it would probably be difficult. But Xi Xi wouldn't care why his father suddenly became so powerful!
The little guy is now almost a fanatical fan who adores his father.
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Happy time passed quickly, and before you know it, the setting sun slanted in the west, and the street lights outside the window also lit up a faint halo.
Xi Xi was tired from playing, and the child's physique was not as good as that of an adult. Under Yang Yi's coaxing, she fell asleep deeply.
Yang Yi carefully carried Xixi to the middle of the bed, carefully put a small pillow on her, and wrapped her long soft hair to avoid uncomfortable padding.
In April, the cold of early spring was still there, especially after the sun went down, and the air was a little cool. Yang Yi went to the cabinet to pick for a while before he found a towel that was neither thin nor thick and covered Xi Xi.
"Okay, the question now is, what's for dinner tonight?" Yang Yi gently closed the bedroom door and rubbed his chin to think.
The place where he lived was about 20 square meters, but although the sparrow was small, it had a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Of course, every small space was very narrow, especially the kitchen!
Apart from a stove and a sink, there was no room left in the kitchen for him, a strong man, and he could no longer accommodate anyone!
It's troublesome to even move around...
It's still good in his previous life, he has money, he has a place, and he can live in a luxury house... However, Yang Yi is not picky. He flips through the refrigerator and rice bowl left by his predecessor, thinking about what dinner to prepare for Xi Xi!
When it comes to cooking, the previous Yang Yi was Cainiao, who would only cook some white rice by himself. The dishes for the next meal were either mustard greens, olive greens, or hot vegetables with soy sauce.
On the one hand, because of the low income and the lack of money, Yang Yi, who had children, saved all the money and used it to buy everything she wanted for Xi Xi when she accompanied her - it has to be said that Yang Yi's love for her daughter absolutely exceeds everything in the world.
Of course, on the other hand, the previous Yang Yi did not have the cells to learn cooking.
But now Yang Yi is different. In his previous life, he lived alone and lived a very petty bourgeoisie. In terms of eating, he will never treat himself badly.
Of course, in his previous life, he could only admire himself. Now, he could finally cook for his beloved little guy. Yang Yi had to be more serious!
However, Yang Yi quickly scratched his head.
"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!" He shook his head with a wry smile.
There were only a few eggs and ham sausage in the fridge, and then the cabbage that Yang Yi had eaten for many years...
There was still plenty of rice in the bowl, but it was obvious that the white rice was served with this dish. Even if it was Yang Yi's cooking, it would taste like chewing wax...
Yang Yi can still make do with it, but he can't use these "pig food" to entertain his daughter!
However, it was too late to buy vegetables at this time. Yang Yi's rented house was rather biased. It took half an hour to walk to the nearest vegetable market.
So, what's for dinner?
Why don't you go out to eat? But the fly restaurant near the village in the city has a worrying hygiene situation!
Yang Yi finally turned his eyes to the instant noodle box in the corner, which contained half a box of instant noodles.
This was the spiritual food that came back from the night shift. Sometimes I was tired and hungry, but I didn't have the time to wait for the rice to cook, soak a bowl of hot instant noodles, and then go to bed.
"Instant noodles are lonely food and a good friend of insomniacs." Looking at the half box of instant noodles, Yang Yi's memories about it emerged, and he couldn't help but sigh, and his heart was slightly sour.
Yang Yi shook his head and put this thought aside. He already had an idea for tonight's dinner.