blogombal Chapter 2381
Chapter 2381
Qing'an smiled, put the doll in the bedside table, slowly closed his eyes, and took a nap.
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Originally, I thought it might be difficult to adapt, but thinking of the girl just now, I fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up again, I heard a voice outside the house: "Young Master, are you awake? The young lady is waiting for you to get up downstairs."
The servant knocked on Qing'an's door gently. She knew that he might be sleeping, but now he might not be able to sleep at night because he slept too much, so the servant decided to wake Qing'an up.
Qing'an got up from the bed, opened the door, and turned to wash up.
After washing up, he went downstairs. Wan Ge was sitting downstairs, right in front of the French window. In front of her was an easel, and beside her were dyes of various colors. It was obvious that she was painting the scenery outside the window.
I don't know when she started to learn to paint. She can paint so well at such a young age, and she directly painted the scenery outside on paper.
"An'an, you're up. Do you want to paint together?"
"Okay." Qing'an's voice is always faint, but people can hear it clearly.
After hearing his answer, the housekeeper immediately asked the servant to bring another easel.
Qing'an sat beside him, looking at the scenery outside the window, and slowly painted.
They painted for an afternoon. Qing'an finished a painting that Wan Ge had finished in a few days.
However, the painting was very different from the scenery outside the window. Because the scenery outside the window she just saw was sunny and blooming flowers.
But the scenery in Qing'an's painting was a night with heavy rain. Many petals of the blooming flowers were knocked to the ground. Except for the flowers that did not bloom, the other flowers only had a few petals left on them.
However, Qing'an's painting was particularly good, even the raindrops on the petals were painted very well. He should have learned to paint before entering kindergarten, otherwise he would not have painted so well.
Although it felt that the weather for his painting was not very good, Wan Ge did not think much about it.
Until the evening, after they finished dinner, it rained heavily outside the window, with thunder and lightning, and raindrops hit the garden and French windows one by one.
Wan Ge, who didn't care, accidentally glimpsed the scene outside the window two hours later when her grandfather asked her to go upstairs to take a bath and go to bed.
She was stunned at that moment, because the scene outside the window at this moment was exactly the same as the painting drawn by Qing'an.
The rose flower that he particularly liked in the morning, at this moment, only a few petals were still on it, and the remaining petals were so similar to the one in his painting.
Wan Ge walked to the window and looked at the painting that had not yet been put into the studio. It was exactly the same.
She walked to Qing'an and said in disbelief: "Did you see it?"
"What?" Qing'an's beautiful eyes rarely showed a little confusion.
"Just outside the window." Wan Ge pointed out the window.
"Huh?" Qing'an still looked confused.
Wan Ge continued: "Did you see the current scene when you were painting in the afternoon?"
Qing An shook his head: "No."
"Then why can you paint it so similarly, almost exactly the same."
"Guessed." Qing An slowly answered her: "I listened to the weather forecast yesterday, and I saw that the sky was different today. The dean taught us to look at the sky before, so when I was painting in the afternoon, I guessed that it would be like this in the evening."