Especially Xiaobao's long eyelashes, which move every time he blinks, are particularly attractive.
"Yes." Xiaobao answers Shen Di in a milky voice.
"What are you drawing? Can you show me?" Shen Di teased him.
Xiaobao generously placed the drawing in Shen Di's hands, behaving obediently and attentively.
Shen Di smiled. Xiaobao was different from Shen Chi when he was little; Shen Chi was quite proud back then, ignoring anyone who spoke to him and preferring to play alone.
It seemed that Xiaobao inherited his mother's good traits, being cheerful, which is nice.
Shen Di looked at the drawing in her hand; Xiaobao drew flowers and plants, though not very beautifully, it had a child's unique innocence.
"It's really beautiful, Xiaobao, how are you so smart to be able to draw already?" Shen Di praised him.
"The teacher taught it."
"What else can you do?"
"Recite poems."
Shen Di laughed, "Would you like auntie to teach you violin in the future?"
