Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 488

Daisy was drawing again.

She was lying on the small table in the studio, holding a crayon in her hand, and seriously scribbling and drawing on the paper. Her expression was so focused that she didn't even hear Tony's approaching footsteps.

Tony just came back from the outside, the suit jacket was thrown on the hanger, and the first thing he did when he got home was to see what his children were doing.

Daisy has been able to play very well by herself. This morning, she didn't even call her father.

Parents are gratified by the child's growth, but at the same time feel a little lost. If Tony spends more time at home, perhaps Daisy and loneliness will have a longer running-in period.

Whether this is a good thing, no one knows.

Tony raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Daisy suddenly raised her head and saw her father standing at the door. She immediately became happy. While closing her drawing book, she jumped off the chair and ran over, hugging Tony, "Welcome home, Dad!"

"Thank you for welcoming me." Tony opened his arms and embraced his daughter, bearing the impact of Daisy's running, "If you push harder, you can knock me into the air."

"I'll never knock you into the air, Daddy," Daisy said.

It's hard to say.

Although Tony's Kryptonian training progress has only been halfway through, but after seeing Clark's example, he can probably know in his heart how powerful his daughter will be when she grows up.

"Are you drawing an observation journal?" Tony asked Daisy.

He then glanced at Daisy's drawing book and recognized that it didn't seem to be the one she usually used as an observation journal.

The kindergarten always assigns observation homework, and Daisy also likes to do observation homework. She is patient and enthusiastic, and can always observe details that other children have not noticed.

Besides, Daisy also likes to draw.

Little Daisy Stark's observation assignment book is harder than an Oscar podium.

Tony once waited in line for a long time with his father's number plate, but he was still behind the butler and the little insects. Later, he finally became Daisy's observation object, but it still seemed to be unsatisfactory.

"Come on." Happy shook his legs and said to Tony, "At least you are still on the list because of your father-daughter relationship. Like me, when will Daisy be able to draw you on the painting?"

Humans are inherently aggressive animals.

"Not to observe homework, Dad," said Daisy.

The notebook on the table was not a notebook for observations, but Daisy used it a lot.

This book with stars all over the sky is different from ordinary painting books—ordinary books, Daisy always arranges them randomly, and anyone can read them if they want, but this book is hidden among many companions. content has never been published.

Except for Daisy, no one knows what is painted inside.

Tony is a little curious, but curiosity is nothing but curiosity. He is a principled parent, and he will not look at children's things without permission.

The next day, Tony noticed that Daisy put the star book in her backpack before going to kindergarten.

"This book is not bad." Tony said while drinking coffee, "I think you seem to be finishing one book, right?"

"That's right." Daisy said proudly while eating the bread, "It's just one more page to finish."

"Well, it's good." Tony said, "Can you show us the painting when it's finished?"

"You can't see it until it's finished," Daisy said.

She quickly stuffed the bread into her mouth, ready to wash her hands and go to school.

Kindergarten free time, kids running around in the yard, Daisy and the Cooper twins sitting in the classroom.

Sheldon reads his books, Missy reads her comics, and Daisy draws hers.

"Will I see your comics in the store in the future, Daisy?" Missy asked.

Daisy said doubtfully, "I don't know how to draw comics."

"You can learn it." Missy said, "I like reading comics. If you draw ugly and complicated drawings like Pikachu, then I won't be able to understand them."

Sheldon said indifferently: "It's Picasso, Missy Cooper. Fate has taken away your IQ, and has it taken away your artistic cells?"

"No matter what it is." Missy said.She also ignored Sheldon, "In short, just don't draw pictures that I can't understand. Sheldon, you are a smart person, and you want to read books read by smart people, but you didn't expect that in this world there will be There are many people who draw pictures that ordinary people can understand. Comics are like that. I love all cartoonists, and if Daisy is a cartoonist, I will definitely love her very much."

Missy said so many words in one breath, and she didn't expect it. After she finished speaking, she froze for two seconds, took out the water bottle to drink water: "Hey, look, my vocabulary is also very large."

"But you love me very much now, don't you?" Daisy asked Missy.

Missy said frankly: "Yes."

She then became more frank: "But if you become a cartoonist, I don't have to pay for your books when I go to the bookstore, as long as they know that I am your friend."

"Do you love Daisy's art or the free stuff Daisy brings?" Sheldon asked.

Grown-ups have to preach to children, saying "You can't have both fish and bear's paw", but Missy wants both fish and bear's paw.

"Okay." Daisy said, "I'll learn to draw some comics in the future, Missy."

She put down the black crayon and went to get the red crayon from the box.

Daisy has drawn so many pictures, the crayons have been used up very short, Tony just bought her a new box two days ago.

Missy stretched her head over to look at Daisy's paintings: "After the last page is drawn, will this book become your art book?"

"Yes." Daisy said happily, "This is my painting album."

"I also have a 'collection'." Missy said, "I have a photo collection."

It collects beautiful photos of her that she either bought or cut out, and Missy also put a photo with Daisy in it.

Missy turned around to look for her bag, wanted to show Daisy some new photos, but found nothing. She quickly remembered that she lent Heather to see them during the last class, and she was in a hurry Run out to find Heather to come back. .

After Missy left, the surrounding area became much quieter.

Sheldon silently watched Daisy put the last strokes on her last page, heaving a sigh of relief from his chest as if his obsessive-compulsive disorder had been cured.

"Drawn!" Daisy said.

She flattened the four corners of the star book with care, and opened the title page. There was a blank space there, which was specially used for inscriptions.

Daisy knew that many portfolios had inscriptions on them.

She held the pen and wrote a few lines on it.

Sheldon also silently watched Daisy finish writing all the words, and finally said: "You know, at this moment, I suddenly hope that you will be born from my mother's womb together with me and Missy."

"What does that mean?" Daisy asked.

Shelton turned his head away and said, "It's nothing."

Tony is not busy with work this afternoon. After picking up the kids, he can play with Daisy at home.

The car was parked at the door of the house. Daisy didn't wait for her father to come in today. As soon as the car door opened, she jumped out and rushed home with a backpack on her back.

"Could it be that the kindergarten lunch is not full?" Happy asked.

Probably so.

When Tony walked into the living room, Daisy was already sitting on the sofa eating a snack.

"After snacks, what do you want to play?" Tony asked.

Daisy suggested, "Daddy, let's play Solitaire, shall we?"

Tony readily accepted.

In the free time left, I can read two more proposals, or design a new weapon for the armor, or... play Solitaire with the children, I can't read the proposals, and I can't design a new weapon.

The father chose the latter without hesitation.

To draw Solitaire, one person has to draw the designated things in one stroke.

Daisy took her father to draw My Little Pony together, with one stroke of hers and one stroke of Tony's, and the drawing paper gradually had a rough outline.

The chairman's signature is so handsome, but the painting is really not so good. The drawn image is from the hands of a child, and it just happens to be suitable for his child.

Tony was drawing and drawing, and noticed that Daisy's star book was missing.

It wasn't a big deal at first, but with this attention, all my thoughts were on the whereabouts of the notebook.

Daisy is used to taking out the things in the backpack after school and putting them back in their original places, but the star book is not in the studio.

"Where's your secret notebook?" Tony asked Daisy.

Daisy said, "That's a secret."

The adult's curiosity was hoisted.

It's useless to hang it up, and the whereabouts of the star book is unknown. Even Daisy took out an ordinary book to kill time by drawing by herself after dinner.

The abnormal one with the Xingxing Book is actually Daisy.

She urged Dad to go to bed tonight. Although he was already a qualified sleep supervisor, today he was more conscientious than usual. He didn't even need to tell Tony a bedtime story, and he must go into the room to sleep.

"I don't think I'm sleepy yet," Tony said. "Have my bedtime stories lost their appeal?"

Daisy pursed her lips and pushed her father into the master bedroom without saying anything.

"Sleep, Daddy," she said. "Good night."

The old father really wanted to ask the reason again, but just as he expected, his daughter was born with supernatural powers, and now she had just shown her talents. As long as Daisy wanted to, she could still forcefully push Tony into the bedroom.

And the superhero himself has no power to parry.

"Okay, okay." Tony said, "Yes, ma'am, I'm going to sleep."

He wasn't as obedient as he seemed, and as soon as Daisy returned to her bedroom, Tony would be up and working.

Before that, Tony was going to sit up on the bed for a while.

Tony sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling flustered.

He wasn't Princess and the Pea, and he didn't think there was something wrong with the bed, so he reached out and felt under the quilt, and found a hard book.

Tony took it out and saw that it was Daisy's little star painting book.

As smart as he is, he immediately understood why Daisy insisted on going to bed early today, reached out to open the book, and looked at the paintings inside.

After turning a few pages, Tony's hand paused.

Before this moment, Tony might have wanted to be on Daisy's observation book again, but at this moment, he knew he didn't have to.

Daisy drew a whole copy of his father gave him.

There are dads who fly kites together, dads who watch TV together, dads who eat together, dads who ride children's scooters but don't want others to know about them.

It's a super-great observation journal - Tony doesn't even know that Daisy remembers so many details.

On the title page of the picture book, childish words read:

For my dad, there are a lot of dads in it, we are always together.

Tony sat by the bed, remained silent for a while, and then moved slowly, turning from the first page to the last.

What is it to spend a little spare time with your children?His kids have given him more time, longer, longer than he ever imagined.

After flipping through the picture book, Tony looked up and found that Daisy was hiding by the door and peeking secretly, showing half of her face and hiding behind the door.

He just laughed: "Why don't you come over?"

"I guess I'm a little shy, Daddy," said Daisy.

After all, it is the first time that the collection is published, and every little artist has to be a little shy.

Daisy asked, "Do you like it, Daddy?"

"What do you think?" Tony asked.

"I think you should like it a little bit." Daisy stretched out a hand and gestured slightly, "Because you laughed just now."

"I want to say, I like it very, very much." Tony said, "I am the richest person in the world, Miss Stark."

Daisy was surprised: "Because you made a lot of money again?"

Tony waved.

Daisy stopped hiding and ran to her father quickly.

"Because my child gave me a unique painting book." Tony said, "I own the world alone, and it is a priceless treasure."

"Really?" Daisy said happily.

"You know what's more precious than a priceless treasure?" Tony asked.

Daisy didn't expect that there was something more precious, so she immediately asked, "What is it, Dad?"

"It's Daisy Stark."