At the same time, the Han family, Mei Fengchao looked left and left, and looked again.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" Feng Han was a little weak-hearted, put down the book in his hand and asked.

Mei Fengchao approached and pinched her son's ear, "Your bedroom is the largest in the house, and the location is also the best, where is the bad room, what's the matter, I still wronged you!"

"Eh, Mom, I have something to say, it's not like this. Feng Han didn't expect his mother to be this brain circuit, shouldn't he be proud of his talented son!

"Then you say, did you copy the big bear or the little deer?" Mei Fengchao asked again.

"Also, it's not copied!"

Han Shiqun passed by and hurriedly persuaded him, "Meimei, Da Xiong Xiaolu is strong in science, and his language scores have never been too outstanding, and it is estimated that he can't write, you must have wronged Xiaohan." ”

"Uncle, you Mingjian!"

Han Shiqun took Mei Fengchao away, returned to the bedroom and asked in a low voice, "Do you really think he copied it?"

Mei Fengchao spread her hands, "That's not it, I just think he has made a meritorious contribution today, just find an excuse, knock and knock, and save him to float~"

"Sure enough, it's my own mother, I don't dare to beat like this~" Han Shiqun thought to himself.

Mei Fengchao looked up, "Hey, you also copied one?" She saw a Burrow inscription pasted on the bedroom wall, Han Shiqun's handwriting, and he also had some calligraphy skills.

"Yes, this article is so well written, it is a portrayal of people like me, if Xiao Han was born in ancient times, this article would definitely be passed down for thousands of years!" Han Shiqun sighed, "Why didn't I find out earlier, he actually followed me!"

Mei Fengchao leaned on Han Shiqun and said warmly, "Well, you look shameless, he is with you~"

……

"Hey, what are you doing?" Feng Han dialed Xiong Di's phone.

"Try on clothes," Xiong Di looked at the sedan chair surrounded by candles in the middle of the hall, and his heart was surging, "There is a farewell banquet at Xiaolu's family tonight, you won't go." ”

"I'm not her mother's family, what, you want me to help you find out the truth, don't worry, tomorrow my buddies will accompany you to break through and rob your daughter-in-law, isn't she just a few cousins, little meaning." Feng Han smiled.

Xiong Di was hit by Feng Han's words, and suddenly became shy, "Then you come early tomorrow, I still have to try on clothes and learn the process." ”

After caring for the married man, Feng Han sighed, although it is just a form of wedding, they will still live in their own homes in the future, but they may be this time in their lives, so everything is the same as a real marriage, full of rituals, many customs are handed down from ancient times, the richer the family, the more comprehensive the courtesy.

Moreover, on the night of the wedding, Lu Haoge wanted to live in Xiong's house and enter the cave room with Xiong Di.

Stayed at my mother-in-law's house for two days, returned to the door on the third day, and never went back, started school on the fourth day, and continued to struggle for the college entrance examination in two years, well, Meidi is very.

As soon as the phone was put down, Han Wu pushed the door in, "Teacher Feng, please take a look, is this first artwork okay?" ”

"Eh, Xiao Han is polite. Feng Han asked Han Wu to sit down, and Han Wu closed the door smoothly, and his sense of confidentiality was quite strong.

This is the first illustration of the treasure gourd, and it is also the cover illustration, and the image of the protagonist Wang Bao and the treasure gourd needs to be determined.

Wang Bao's painting is not bad, the tiger's head and tiger brain, to a certain extent, borrowed from Zeng Baolu's children, it is this treasure gourd ~ tsk ~ "Don't you think your treasure gourd is too handsome?" Feng Han put forward his opinion, this is equivalent to painting the old version of the gourd baby, and it turned out to be a Fu Lu baby in 100,000 cold jokes, and the painting style is a bit weird.

"Then how do you think you need to change it?"

"Treasure gourd, you can be funny, a little more distinctive, if you make a movie in the future, directly use the image you designed, you can still get a copyright fee at that time. ”

Han Wu wanted to laugh, "You're still making movies, aren't you thinking a little too much~"

"People always have to have dreams, otherwise there is no difference between them and salted fish. ”

"Salted fish, what nonsense are you talking about, can you make some specific suggestions?" Han Wu spread the paper on the table and looked at Feng Han.

Feng Han pointed to the painting, "For example, if you look at the treasure gourd you painted, why should its facial features be on the stomach, don't you think this kind of thinking is too streamlined, and it doesn't break through at all." ”

"Then you mean, draw your face on your belly?" Han Wu imagined for a moment, "It's a little weird." "It's not a question of ugliness anymore.

Feng Han shook his head, he thought of the movie version produced by Disney and Xiantao Digital in 07, as for the black and white movies of the earlier sixties, although he had seen it when he was a child, he obviously had no impression.

The 07 version of the treasure gourd is very cute, even if the movie is not very successful, but there are also things worth learning from, for example, its treasure gourd, the eyes are on the upper belly, and the mouth is on the lower belly, giving people a funny feeling.

Feng Han pointed out slightly, Han Wu drew a new version of the treasure gourd, she has a good sense of brushwork, the treasure gourd is round and cute, quite successful, and a smile finally appeared on Sister Xiao Wu's tense face, "Okay, you, now I completely believe that those cats are your original." ”

"So you still doubt it, the most basic trust between people!"

"It's because you have never shown talent in this area, I knew that I should take you to learn to paint, what to learn to swim~" Han Wu sighed.

Feng Han is a landlubber from the north, after coming to Dongyang with his mother, he first came into contact with a small river that can swim, his swimming enlightenment coach was 10-year-old Han Wu, at that time Han Wu was taller than him, his hair was shorter than him, the key is that he was more handsome than him, if it wasn't for the one-piece swimsuit he was wearing, he would definitely be surrounded by little girls.

Han Wu's words mobilized Feng Han's memories, those memories had long been blurred, and now that I think about it, I can't tell whether it was his or that Feng Han's.

Han Wu is gone, she has to finish her illustration work before the start of college, and she is estimated to go to bed very late tonight, Feng Han is much luckier, he picked out the book on his stepfather's shelf, and went into the library to enjoy the gift of time, hey, the top ten classical banned books, amazing my uncle~

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zeng Guangxian, who went to bed early and got up early, had already played a set of fitness boxing, and then the arrangement was to practice a few big characters and then have breakfast.

Someone in the study has moved, and there is a word on the table, and the word is written happily, but this article~

"Burrow Ming - the mountain is not high, there is a fairy name. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it is spiritual......"

Zeng Lexin stayed outside the door, and when her father remembered the Burrow, she went in.

"Lexin, who wrote this?" Zeng Guangxian asked with high interest.

"I wrote it~"

"What I'm asking is, who made this article?"

"You want to know, I won't tell you. ”

"Stinky girl, why are you so naughty, how old are you~" Zeng Guangxian looked at the old girl helplessly, she was quite lively, her personality was not flawed, why couldn't she get married!

"How can I say that I am also the mayor of a city, is it appropriate for me to say this~" Zeng Lexin became arrogant.

"Okay, I'll take it back, then tell me, who wrote it, which of my old friends is a new masterpiece?"

"If you ask someone, you should have the attitude of asking people, so you can first copy a Burrow inscription I wrote. As she spoke, Zeng Lexin began to serve with pen and ink, her eyes rolled, as if the ghost had made up her mind~