After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Xiao Li Mo pretended to sigh and started to play badly.

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When Xiao Bingtuozi saw that Xiao Li Mo had noticed her thoughts, she lowered her eyes. The sunlight made her long eyelashes look colorful, and a hint of lively red appeared on her fair face.

"Brother... draw another one."

"!"

Li Mo's whole body felt numb, his crown almost flew off, and his paintbrush fell to the ground with a thud.

How can you start with zero frames and then fire directly at your face?

Is there still law when it comes to being this cute? Is there still law~~~~?

Foul, this is a foul!

For such an extremely foul behavior...of course I would satisfy her.

Little student Li couldn't stand this test, so he slapped his uncontrollable hands twice and continued drawing.

Brother...brother?

Ying Xuliang, who had just come over to see the two little guys, was shocked as if struck by lightning.

The mentality that I had just adjusted was shattered to pieces.

Why? How could this guy have made his daughter so adorable?!

Just based on a mediocre painting... huh?

Little Li Mo grasped his brush and gradually created a tranquil and beautiful world. It was a small courtyard with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, a river flowing quietly, and lush banyan trees...

The plaque on the gate reads:

'Autumn Water Pavilion'

Is this the kind of painting skills a child can have?

"By the way, do you want to see yourself when you grow up?"

After finishing his painting, Xiao Li Mo sneezed. The little ice ball came too close and almost touched his head. His hair was blown across his nose by the wind.

"Grown-up...me?"

"correct."

"I want to see it." x2

Before little Ying Bing could say anything, Ying Xuliang and his wife behind him spoke in unison.

Li Mo was startled by the voice behind him.

You just wanted to elope with a little girl, and now you are holding her hand and drawing, and you were caught by your uncle and aunt. How scary is this.

However, my uncle and aunt's attention seems to be focused on the "big lump of ice".

Thinking of this, Li Mo suddenly became absent-minded.

Which parent in the world, when looking at their little ones at home, has not imagined what they will look like when they grow up?

But Uncle Ying and Auntie will never see each other again...

Ying Xuliang went to get his treasured drawing paper and ink sticks and prepared them for him again.

"it is good."

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen with great seriousness.

He used the method of drawing the God-viewing Picture, although his soul strength was not enough now and he could not draw the real God-viewing Picture.

Under the banyan tree, the four people who were painting and looking at the painting all held their breath.

After a while.

The sunlight shines through the shadows of the trees, stained the painting with mottled gold.

The girl's delicate image is vividly portrayed on the paper, bright and cool, a mixture of light and dark.

It's as if she is looking at you through a scroll.

"What will Bing'er look like when she grows up?"

Ying's mother looked at the girl in the painting, stunned, complicated, joyful, and complex emotions surged in her heart, and tears flashed in her eyes.

"Hahaha, my daughter has grown up to be so beautiful, so pretty..."

Ying Xuliang laughed heartily, thinking that his daughter should look like this in the future.

"Is this... me?"

Xiao Yingbing felt very strange.

This painting gave her the feeling of crossing time and space, staring into the eyes of her future self. The inexplicable familiarity was like a light that dispelled the fog and illuminated the sky above the lake of her heart...

“It’s not finished yet.”

"What's missing?"

"Of course it's me. I will grow up too. Aren't you curious about what I will look like in the future?"

Little classmate Li smiled and pointed at himself.

"What you look like when you grow up..."

Little Ice Tuozi turned his head and looked at his chubby baby face.

She frowned, reached out and grabbed his face, rubbed it, and pulled it, causing Li Mo to grin, but she pouted, not very satisfied.

"Hiss...don't worry, you'll know once I draw it."

What kind of picture do you want to draw of yourself?

Little painter Li fell into deep thought, gently poking his face with the butt of his brush. After pondering for a while, his dark eyes lit up.

I was also drawing that day.

And I accidentally got ink on my face...

The scenes in his memory that did not belong to this time appeared on the paper bit by bit.