3 Bay Street

The house has two floors, the living room, kitchen and a flower room on the first floor, the bedroom, guest room and study on the second floor, and a beautiful balcony.

An Chen sat cross-legged in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, staring blankly at the beach in the distance. He didn't come back to his senses until Han Ning finished his lunch and called him to eat.

Han Ning changed into a light-colored home clothes, with a slight smile on his face, sat at the dining table, and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

The dishes on the table are light. Tomatoes, eggplants, green vegetables and a plate of steamed fish are cut as beautifully as works of art.

An Chen held his chopsticks and sat quietly and cautiously at the dining table. Sometimes, taking advantage of Han Ning's inattention, he looked up at him for a few times, then immediately lowered his head to pick up the rice, suddenly bit his chopsticks, and said solemnly:

"I will draw many, many small animals for my fourth uncle!"

Han Ning was taken aback for a moment, then remembered what he said in the Han family, and nodded with a smile:

"Okay."

Facts have proved that children should never be underestimated, especially children like An Chen who are very concerned about talking to adults.

He said that he wanted to draw a lot of small animals for the fourth uncle, so he lay down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows every day and concentrated on drawing. Later, the small book was full of paintings.Han Ning specially bought a large box of watercolor pens, and he used them to paint everywhere, including walls, bedrooms, courtyards, floor-to-ceiling windows, and even the small bench he sat on every day. puppy with tail.

One day Mrs. Han came to visit her son. Before she entered the door, she was taken aback by the black thing painted on the floor at the door. She saw that the beautiful white wall in the courtyard was also painted in a mess. I'm so angry.

When Mrs. Han got angry, other children would have been scared and hid behind the adults, but An Chen didn't move. He just stared at Han Ning next to him. When he saw Han Ning rubbing his head, he knew that the fourth uncle was not not angry.

As long as fourth uncle is not angry, he doesn't care.

He caught a glimpse of a clean rock, ran back to the room quickly, ran out again with a paintbrush, lay down beside the rock and continued to scribble.

Mrs. Han's face turned blue with anger, Han Ning held her mother's hand comfortingly, and smiled gently:

"Actually, Ah Chen is more sensible than ordinary children, but he is not very talkative. Mom, don't worry."

Mrs. Han knew that once her youngest son made a decision, no one would be able to change it, so she endured it and did not persuade her any further.