Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

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Jiang Mochi looked at Yan Qingchi, "Did you forget something?" For example, I can't draw.

Of course, Yan Qingchi didn't forget, "You just have to do one, just one. It's very simple."

Jiang Moxuan took it in doubt, and drew a vertical line in the corner.

He returned the pen to Yan Qingchi, and Yan Qingchi handed the pen to Chess and Chess. "Draw a stroke of Chess and Chess, and Dad will make you magic."

Chess took the pen, biting his lower lip and thinking, not far from Jiang Mo's vertical line, and also drew a vertical line, returning the pen to him with anticipation.

Yan Qingchi said, "I'm optimistic."

Then he started to write. He drew very quickly. Some places added a lot of things, and some places were just shallow. He used Jiang Moyu's vertical line as a basis, and quickly drew a branch of a tree. Branches and flowers, and floating petals.

Qiqi draws a short vertical line next to him, and he draws it into a small tree with one or two branches just pulled out.

Yan Qingchi drew very quickly. It didn't take long before he drew it. The whole painting turned into a cartoon spring landscape. There are flowers and trees, kittens and puppies and birds on branches.

Chess made a "wow" sound, very surprised, "look good."

Yan Qingchi signed his name in the corner, then handed the pen to Chess, "Sign your name, little artist."

Chess heard him calling himself a little painter, a little shy, took the pen, and seriously, wrote the words chess and chess one by one.

Then he handed the pen to Jiang Moyu.

"I want to sign too?" He looked at Yan Qingchi.

"Sign it, after all, you drew it."

"Well, sign." Chess gave him his pen again.

Jiang Moxu had to take it, and wrote his own name under the chess chess name. He was used to signing and signing. Picking up the pen was the habitual trajectory. Only after aggrieved Xiaoqiqi, staring at his name for a long time, he asked him in confusion, "Father, did you draw another one? But now you don't want to draw anymore, you have to write your name."

Yan Qingchi smiled and bowed his head.

There was no other way for Jiang Moyu, so he had to write his own name under the signature of his inertia, which was satisfactory. He pointed at the names of the three of them and read it word by word, "Yan Qingchi, chess and chess, Jiang Moyu."

"Ok."

Chess looked at the painting and was very happy, so he said cheerfully, "Let's draw another picture!"

Jiang Mozhi was almost not sighed by the words of his son, or Yan Qingchi assured him, "You can draw whatever you want, you can draw vertical lines."

Jiang Mozhi was relieved, and sure enough, his children are in debt! The young father, Jiang Moyun, was so moved.

So, a new round of painting began. Jiang Mozhi followed all the instructions of Teacher Yan, and all of them drawn vertical lines. Qiqi said, "You can't do this."

Jiang Mo's face didn't change, and her heartbeat didn't change. "Listen to your father."

Chess went to see Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi touched his head, "Wait for you to make a magic."

Chess then rest assured, drawing carefully.

By the end of Yanqing Lake, he connected Jiang Moyu's vertical lines into one piece and painted a fence. Inside the fence was a small wooden house. There were several chickens eating rice in front of the house, and a dog lying on one In the arms of the little girl.

Chess again "Wow", "Daddy is great."

"Chess is also very good. The three of us are very good."

Chess nodded, he put away the two paintings and planned to take them back. Jiang Moji took two photos before he put them away and looked at them carefully.

Strictly speaking, this painting has nothing to do with him and chess and chess. Thanks to the last stroke of Yan Qingchi, he is the leader of the whole painting. However, this does not prevent Jiang Moyu, a child with a hand-painted handicap, from a young age to secretly be happy, after all, both pictures still have his name on it.

Qiqi watched his watch at nine o'clock and was about to go to bed. Yan Qingchi took him into the bathroom.

Jiang Moji took this time to send the second painting to his WeChat group with Yu Xihe, Ren Xu and Liao Sibo.

Jiang Moji: [Picture]

Jiang Moyan: How is it? I drew it!

Yu Xihe: ...

Ren Xu: [Frightened] [Frightened] [Frightened]

Liao Sibo: Am I blind?

Ren Xu: If you are kidnapped, Jiang Moxie wink.

Yu Xihe: Yes, I'm afraid it's a fake. I called Liuwa, would you agree?

Jiang Moyan: ...

Ren Xu: I looked carefully. Did you just draw your own name for this picture?

Yu Xihe: Or rice eaten by chickens?

Liao Sibo: Or chicken eyes?

Jiang Mo is furious: You deliberately, I painted at least a third of this painting, okay?

Yu Xihe: All right, the stamp is fake, and the **** I know can be cut off, but the paintbrush cannot be taken.

Ren Xu: Yes, who asked him to paint, who he pulled black.

Liao Sibo: I took a closer look at the three names. I remember your son was only five years old. If he could have such a brushstroke, he would probably be redder than you. So, is it the one from your family?

Jiang Mozhi tried to reason with them, "We collaborated in painting, and everyone contributed."

Ren Xu: So where is your power?

Jiang Moyan: ...

Yu Xihe: One-third is not rice eaten by chickens. I guess, wouldn't you draw the fence?

Ren Xu: He can't draw it, he estimates that he can only draw the vertical lines, ha ha ha ha

Liao Sibo: Hahahahahaha, vertical line, hahahaha

Jiang Moyan: ...

The system shows that Jiang Mojiu exited the group chat.

Yu Xihe, Ren Xu, Liao Sibo: Hahahahahahahahahahaha

Yu Xihe soon pulled Jiang Moyu into the group again, remedying: "In fact, this row of vertical lines is good, especially straight!"

Jiang Moyan: Heh

Ren Xu: Really, the line spacing is also very even.

Liao Sibo: And really one third.

Jiang Mosong: Late, plastic friendship, online ties!

Yu Xihe: Mainly ...

Liao Sibo: This is really a bit ...

Ren Xu: Don't listen to them, silently, if you think so, even if you know that you can only draw a row of vertical lines, you are willing to accompany you to play this way, to satisfy your painting pleasure, Yan Qingchi must love you !!

Yu Xi and immediately agreed: true love is true, truer than diamonds.

Liao Sibo was a bit awkward. He had a bad past with Yan Qingchi before. Although he shook hands and made peace now, he also accepted Yan Qingchi, but let him praise Yan Qingchi, but he still couldn't explain. However, in the end, he grew up with Jiang Mochi, knowing that Jiang Mochi's painting skills were negative, and he felt that Yan Qingchi could accompany Jiang Mochi to paint, which is really a bit difficult. So he sent a message: It was a bit difficult.

Jiang Moyan was simply suffocated by them, "It was not with me, it was the two of us playing chess and chess."

Ren Xu made a disdainful expression: pull it down quickly, don't insult others, do you have a chess game?

Yu Xihe: Do you have any chess and painting?

Liao Sibo: Do ​​you have a chess game?

Jiang Mo slammed his phone! It's not good to be small. From small to large, you have a clear picture of your strengths and weaknesses. It's not good at all!

Qiqi took a bath and slept in a bed with Jiang Moyu Yanqing Pond. He slept in the middle. Yan Qingchi on the left and Jiang Moyu on the right. Qiqi took their hands and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Yan Qingchi kissed his forehead, "Good night baby."

Seeing this, Jiang Mo thought that before Yan Qingchi said that chess and chess liked others to kiss him, he made a face and kissed Chess, "Good night."

Seeing him kiss his right face, Yan Qingchi naturally kissed his left face again.

Qi Qi was kissed on both cheeks by both of them, and the shy face turned red. He reached out and covered his cheeks, closed his eyes, "Qi Qi went to sleep." After a while, he said, "Daddy and father also good night."

Yan Qingchi thought he was cute, wanted to poke him, and was afraid to affect his sleep, so he didn't move, just looked at him with a smile.

Chess quickly fell asleep, his hands also dropped, rolled a circle, and rolled into the arms of Yan Qingchi.

"Are you sleeping here tonight?" Yan Qingchi looked at Jiang Moyu. @Finity 好 文, all in

Jiang Mo nodded his head, "I accompany chess."

Yan Qingchi had no opinion, but just said, "That might be a little crowded."

"It's okay." Jiang Mo grinned.

Yan Qingchi never tangled this problem.

He remembered that Xiao He had sent a few links to himself before, thinking that it was okay at the moment, so he picked up his phone, clicked on WeChat, and followed the links.

The first two links of Xiao Hefa are normal forum discussion posts, but the number of pages in this post is a little bit.

Before Yan Qingchi, I heard Jiang Mochi said that he would give him a wave of heat. As a result, he only saw a few hundred comments and dozens of retweets on Weibo. I was also curious. He said that this is what the heat is, and Jiang Mochi ’s number of fans is simply Not proportional, I did not expect that the heat is here.

Chess is very sleepy, as long as it is not too loud, he will not wake him up. So Yan Qingchi calmly said, "Jiang Momo," he turned to Jiang Momo, "I ask you a question."

"What?" Jiang Moji sent Wu Yuan a wait, then put down his phone and looked at him.

"Why the two of us who took a picture while watching the movie today have very few reposted comments on Weibo and hot search, but the discussion on the forum seems to be quite high."

"Because this belongs to my private life, reposting comments and data is generally related to job promotion, so that others can see your popularity and see that you have commercial value, so that it can be converted into film and television or advertising resources. But private In this way, fans are not arrogant by default, fearing to affect the life of their idols, and fearing that the person who posted the photos will be too hot, so that she can taste sweetness, which will interfere with my life or directly rumor and slander. "

"Ah?" Yan Qingchi didn't understand.

"You think so, today he poked our picture, everyone knows that he met me. If there are so many repost comments at this time, he attracted passers-by. Then he sent a second one, saying that he was very disappointed. People are so socially unethical. Do you think everyone will believe it? "

Yan Qingchi hardly needs to think, "Yes. Because he poked our picture before, others know he did meet us."

"Yes. Therefore, fans generally don't give much attention to this kind of private Weibo, just because he is afraid that he will be popular with him, but he bites back. As for hot search, hot search, this kind of thing can't be frequent."

"why?"

@Finity 好 文, all in

"You think, hot search is so big. Everyone buys hot search, they will definitely buy it forward, and try to let more people see it, which is what caused it. If a person is hot search on the first day, you will feel very Novelty, the next day is also hot search, you will wonder what happened to him today, but if he has been hot search, you will get bored and think how you are, how you always are! Invisibly, you will irritatin."

"But I think a lot of stars are always on the hot search?"

"Because the celebrity lives in the exposure, you will be remembered if you are active in everyone's field of vision. Therefore, even if some companies know that this will cause disgusting passers-by, they will still keep their own artists Hot search, after all, black and red are also red, red is the most important. "He looked at Yan Qingchi," understand? "

Yan Qingchi nodded, "I see."

He looked down at the post on his mobile phone, "So you can discuss it in the forum? Don't worry about it?" @Finity 好 文 ， 在 在

"Most of the forums can post to you. It is obvious that the private posts of a certain celebrity will also come in as fans. Naturally, it can be discussed, but because of the public nature of the forum, in general, they also I won't say too much, it will converge. "

Yan Qingchi understands, starts to read the post, looks at it, he is not calm.