Xie Mingxu finished his painting quickly.
When he looked up, he saw that Shen Ningning had somehow gotten a few smears of paint on her little face.
Even so, the little one was still completely engrossed in her painting.
He walked around behind her to take a look and was stunned by what he saw.
A shade of distant-mountain green outlined a range of rolling peaks.
Beneath them were several little black figures holding hands.
A quick count revealed there were over ten of them.
They stood at the foot of the mountain, holding hands like one big family.
Shen Ningning had never learned to paint, so she could only use different heights to represent the people she wanted to draw.
Xie Mingxu crouched down and asked curiously, "Ningning, who are these?"
"It's me, Grandma, Langlang, Brother, big brother, Godfather, Godmother, Second Brother, Brother Zuchang, Wuer, and Jiang Zhi..." she reeled off a string of names.
