On watercolor paper,
The little cow cat, as if boneless liquid, rolls and plays agilely in the air, perfectly capturing its essence with a few lines.
Gu Weijing put down his brush and took a few steps back.
He glanced at the phone screen, then at the watercolor paper pinned on the painting stand.
Gu Weijing felt his heart melting from the cuteness!
"Oh?"
At this moment, Elder Gu Tongxiang pushed open the door of the small studio and stepped inside.
He initially intended to discuss other matters, but a casual glance at his grandson's charcoal drawing made him unable to resist taking several more peeks.
The old man was never fond of small animals.
Having endured through wartime eras, as a child, he had barely enough to eat, let alone any excess fondness for cats or dogs.
Moreover, Gu Tongxiang was somewhat allergic to pet fur, prone to causing rhinitis.
