Chen Hui searched for a long time and didn't find that there were other people around besides the four of them, and asked Wu Zhong again: "There is no one around, where is the beauty you are talking about?"

It's just that Wu Zhong didn't answer her, as if he didn't hear it at all.

Wu Zhong is always so focused when he paints seriously, as if the people and things around him have nothing to do with him.

Chen Hui had no choice but to wander around by herself, and she found that there were still many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the pillars of this pavilion.

The calligraphy of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance looks heartily praised, in one go, magnificent, even if Chen Hui does not know calligraphy, he also thinks it looks good.

It's just that after watching these things for a long time, I will always feel bored, obviously there are two people in this pavilion, but the other one ignores her.

She was tired of wandering, lying on the guardrail of the pavilion quietly looking at the flowers on the lake, and suddenly said to Wu Zhong: "Wu Zhong, you see that the flowers on the lake are so beautiful, they bloom at the beginning, and the water droplets are still swirling on the leaves after the rain." ”

"Hmmm......"

……

Receiving a rather cold answer, Chen Hui's heart full of joy suddenly sank a little.

I couldn't help but scold in my heart, Wu Zhong is a wood. Obviously, I helped him hold an umbrella before, but now like a stranger, he also paints beauties, and he paints you a big-headed ghost......

I kept complaining in my heart, and I couldn't help but want to find a topic.

"Wu Zhong, do you see that the words on this pavilion are beautiful?

"Looks good, no. ”

“……”

Chen Hui rolled her eyes angrily, this question and answer is so boring, I thought to myself, you can't say a few more words, you are so precious that words are like gold, do you want to be depressed and die of my mother?

The two were silent for a long time, and for some reason, Lin Yan had been looking for Huang Limei for so long, and the two of them didn't come back, so they didn't know why they went.

Chen Hui wanted to go and play with them, thinking that this Wu Zhong knew the beauty who painted him, a big pervert with stinky wood and cold ice!

It's just that no matter how much she complains in her heart, she can't say it, so she has to sigh silently.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and had to tell Wu Zhong, how could she snub her like this!

She hesitated and questioned Wu Zhong: "Wu Zhong, ...... you Will you annoy me and make me noisy?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhong finally reacted a little, looked back at her for a long time, then shook his head seriously, and said, "No." ”

"Then I keep talking to you like this, and you don't respond to me. Chen Hui said this sentence with some resentment.

However, Wu Zhong didn't seem to hear much, but said lightly: "I'm not very good at talking, but if you want me to say more, I'll tell you a story." ”

"Okay, okay, what's the story?" Suddenly Chen Hui looked forward to it, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Wu Zhong said while drawing, "The story happened about seven or eight years ago, there was a little boy who was strictly controlled at home, as long as it was a big sun or a rainy day, he was not allowed to go out to play, so he could only stay at home, so the boy made his own toys to play, and he learned to make many toys by himself." There are drawing paper cards, three-dimensional chess pieces, wood carvings, stone carvings, wrenches and so on...... One day, another child passed by his door and fell in love with his toys and wanted them, but the boy wouldn't give them, so they spent money to buy them. ”

Speaking of this, Wu Zhong stopped and did not continue for a while.

Chen Hui anxiously asked, "What about later?"

"Later, the boy sold his toys, but within two days, the parents of the child who bought his toys came to the door and said that the little boy had cheated on their children's money, so the little boy was beaten violently and did not give him food all day......

"Why are they like this?" Chen Hui was very angry when she heard this, "The parents of that child are too much!"

Seeing Chen Hui's angry appearance, Wu Zhong asked with some surprise: "Don't you think that little boy is wrong? He did sell things to others, and he sold things that he made up blindly." ”

"Of course not! What's wrong with what he made up, the toys he made can be liked by another child, which means that the toys he made are very good, and the things he made with his heart can't be given away in vain. Chen Hui said seriously.

Hearing this, Wu Zhong smiled softly and did not speak.

Chen Hui suddenly approached him and asked him with a smile: "Wu Zhong, the little boy in this story you said can't be yourself, right?"

“……”

Seeing that Wu Zhong lowered his head and didn't speak, Chen Hui knew that he had guessed right.

Because Wu Zhong said just now, that little boy can do wood carving.

"No matter what others think, I think you are a very talented person, and I like the birthday present you gave me, if you hadn't told me that you made it yourself, I would have thought it was bought in the market, very beautiful, very exquisite. Chen Hui said lightly, these are her heartfelt words.

Wu Zhong was stunned and replied, "If you like it, it's fine." ”

The two were speechless for a while, Chen Huigang wanted him to continue the story, suddenly, Wu Zhong got up, smiled and said, "Okay, the painting is done." ”

"I'll take a look at ...... painting," Chen Hui immediately ran over to look at it. muttered in her heart, she wanted to see who the beauty painted by Wu Zhong was, and whether she recognized it.

She turned the painting and said, "Let me appreciate which ...... Wu Dacai painted?"

"Uh......" Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly stopped, and her expression became a little complicated.

Because it's no one else on this screen, it's Chen Hui herself!

She was still depressed in her heart for a while, and thought that Wu Zhong had seen some water hibiscus here, but it turned out that she was thinking too much......

Seeing her complicated expression, Wu Zhong smiled and said, "Didn't you just ask me where the beauty is? Now you know? ”

“……”

Chen Hui was a little shy when she was said, don't look over, pretended to look at the calligraphy and paintings in the pavilion, and changed the topic, "Anyway, why haven't they come back yet, it's been so long......"

Although she said this, she was secretly happy in her heart, Wu Zhong was praising her beauty.

The more she thought about it, the more funny she felt, and it was so jealous that she ate it to herself.

Not long after, Uncle Kill came, and with him was the owner here, that is, Uncle Kill's old classmate.

Uncle Kill came to Wu Zhong's side and looked at his painting, and praised it with a smile: "The painting is good, it's just that such a beautiful scenery, the person himself is in front of you, so don't waste too much time on paper, come out to travel, and have more fun." ”

Hearing this, Chen Hui pursed her lips and smiled, and immediately took Wu Zhong's painting, and said, "Okay, you painted me without my consent, and this painting was handed in." ”