"I assembled it, I made it, I pieced it together, I painted it, I wrote it..."
Su Chengji was watching with great interest; he wasn't really concerned about those little toys.
But that colorful oil painting really made him click his tongue in admiration.
Yin Shixiu happened to come in to call them for dinner, so Su Chengji asked,
"This painting is nice, it has a great sense of color!"
Yin Shixiu chuckled lightly, a hint of pride raising his brows,
"Yeah, Huang Huang smeared it with his hands; we spent an afternoon busy with him, got ink all over the floor and ourselves."
"You know, sometimes the stuff kids randomly mess around with is surprisingly refreshing; look at these colors, blended so well! Hey... those dots weren't done by him, right?"
"Yeah, I helped him add a few strokes."
"No wonder, these strokes make it look like a morning glow."
"If you want, you can take it back with you; here it's just for the little guy to show off."
