"Of course," Tang Wuyou said firmly, "hearing is false and seeing is believing. Can you tell by yourself?"

Tang Chengan nodded.

right.

Makes sense.

No matter how much you ask, it's all nonsense. Just go and see for yourself and you will know.

He didn't think much. When Tang Wuyou came to call him, he and Tang Wuyou came to Qingyuan together.

Walking into the living room, all four children were there.

Seeing him come in, four children walked up to him each holding a painting.

Tang Xiaochu, who started the conversation, handed him the message: "Uncle Cheng'an, this is our welcome gift to welcome you home."

Tang Chengan: "..."

Are there any face-to-face gifts?

He prepared nothing!

This is a bit embarrassing...

Embarrassed, he scratched his cheek, squatted down, and took Tang Xiaochu's painting.

He was a little surprised when he saw the content of the painting clearly.

What Tang Xiaochu painted was a family portrait.

What surprised him was that the paintings drawn by such a young child were so lifelike.

He recognized himself at a glance.

Not only do they look alike, but their demeanor and temperament are also very expressive.

You know, so far, Tang Xiaochu has only met him once.

He looked at Tang Xiaochu with some surprise: "Did you draw this?"

"Yes," Tang Xiaochu nodded seriously, "Welcome Uncle Chengan home!"

He stretched out his little arms and hugged Tang Chengan: "Mom's biggest wish is to find Uncle Chengan and take Uncle Chengan home. Now, Uncle Chengan is back home. Uncle Chengan has helped mother realize her wish. Thank you.

Uncle Chengan!"

Tang Xiaochu's little body was very small, but very warm. Tang Chengan's body was a little stiff, and his breathing became lighter. His arms were stretched out, and he didn't dare to let Tang Xiaochu's body rest. He always felt that such a small body, as long as he moved a little,

It looks like you can break his bones if you use force.

His body was very stiff, but fortunately, Tang Xiaochu let him go quickly.

Tang Xiaoci stepped forward, his big eyes smiling like crescent moons, and his clean smile like sweet honey: "Uncle Chengan, this is my gift. Welcome Uncle Chengan home!"

Tang Xiaoci handed the family portrait he drew to Tang Cheng'an, feeling a little embarrassed: "Uncle Cheng'an, my brother likes to draw. My brother draws better than me. I don't draw well. Uncle Cheng'an, don't dislike it!"

Tang Chengan took the painting he painted.

If Tang Xiaochu's painting is a realistic style, and everyone in the family portrait is lifelike and you can recognize who is who at a glance, then Tang Xiaoci's painting is an abstract style.

The people in the paintings are all very good-looking, but you can only tell their age, gender, and who they are, but you can never tell.

Tang Xiaoci's words were not modest. It is true that his painting was not as good as Tang Xiaochu's, but Tang Cheng'an still praised: "The painting is great."

It can be seen that the child drew with great care.

There are probably not many people in the world who can draw as well as Tang Xiaochu at such a young age.
Chapter completed!