"Boom!"

As soon as Xiaobai entered the door, he was knocked on the wall by Wushan Wall.

The trick he used today is called "Hands with No Escape", and the distance is so close that he is close to his face, and he is extremely domineering.

However, students who have just eaten garlic or stinky tofu are reminded to try carefully, otherwise, they will not be responsible for the backfire.

Xiaobai doesn't like to knock at close range the most, because he can't see his face clearly if it's too close.

With such a good-looking face, why don't you let people take a good look at it?

As a rule of thumb, 40-50 cm is a clear and beautiful distance.

Myopia is another story.

Wu Shan pulled a face and asked, "Do you still want to see me dance mechanically?"

Xiaobai suddenly realized, he had obviously read the newspaper, and the efficiency was quite high: "It's not easy to dance mechanically." You said that you are such a humble person, you will not be angry with such a sentence, right?"

Wu Shan broke the gong and hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Of course not, my coordination ability doesn't seem to be so bad, right?

When rolling the sheets, Wushan's coordination ability is undoubtedly unparalleled, but Xiaobai has no other comparable goals, so I don't know if everyone is like this.

It was precisely because there were no other comparable targets that she never doubted whether everything in Wushan was normal.

In front of the mirror, Wu Shan hugged Xiao Bai's waist from behind, who was only wearing a nightgown, put her whole person into her wide arms, and lowered his head to gently blow the hair hanging down from her collarbone, blowing, stopping, and letting the hair rise and fall like smoke, making the blooming green lotus loom.

While blowing, you can enjoy it from the mirror.

He was also taken aback when he first learned that this "mark" would change. With his countless experience and Hua Xiaotuo's omniscient medical skills, he couldn't explain this change in Xiaobai.

However, Hua Xiaotuo examined her, and it was not skin lesions or other diseases.

Wu Shan suddenly whispered in Xiaobai's ear: "I know." ”

Xiaobai: "What?"

Wushan: "The mystery of the lotus." ”

Xiaobai immediately pricked up his ears, why was the mystery that even the doctor couldn't solve, why was it suddenly perceived by Wushan?

Wu Shan: "This lotus flower is actually your heart. ”

The woman in her arms had a question mark on her face.

Wu Shan looked spoiled: "In the past, you sealed your heart and refused to show half a point to the outside world, because you haven't met a man who is worthy of your body and mind; ”

A kiss to the end, not suitable for children.

Xiaobai has to admit that the explanation of why this flower suddenly bloomed is the most subtle for this man, and there is a scientific basis for the nonsense, but it seems to be very philosophical.

What cannot be explained by science, people like to explain it in philosophy or metaphysics.

Wu Shan murmured: "It's better to let it bloom a little more gorgeously......"

"Wait a minute!"

At such a romantic moment, Bai Yunuan suddenly struggled to break free from his arms, and ran to the desk with his hair scattered.

In this mansion, the desk is the place where she goes most often and spends the most time besides the bed she sleeps in, more than the toilet.

Wu Shan was disappointed, but his eyes followed her, wanting to see what was more attractive to her than his almost unclothed self, if such a thing existed in the world, it could only be himself who was completely unclothed.

I saw Xiaobai hurriedly open the notebook, and crackled on it quite seriously, not remembering that there was a pair of walking aphrodisiacs next to him.

Wu Shan followed in confusion and found that it was a programming interface in Java language. Looking closely at the content, it seems that she is writing a small program, which is the process of a flower slowly blooming, and then a flower gradually becomes a full screen of flowers.

It turns out that Xiaobai has not given up self-learning programming, the more he delves in, the more interesting he feels, as soon as he has inspiration, he jumps up and writes a few sentences of code, and the feeling of inadvertent inspiration suddenly splits his head and covers his face is really good, just now Wushan's poetic explanation of the lotus flower made her suddenly want to write a few lines of code to achieve a picture.

Creativity is the weakness of artificial intelligence, and inspiration is relatively unfamiliar to Wushan, so maybe Wu Hai can have a lot of common language with Xiaobai.

But Wu Hai doesn't know how to program, and he can't learn this thing if he kills it.

Wushan can point out Xiaobai from the side, how to change it here, and save a few lines of code there...... Who would have thought that in the romantic bedroom of the newlyweds, two people would actually pick up the lamp and write the program with relish!

At that time, Meng Junyao, who finally escaped from the wedding scene, returned to the hotel and got drunk. It turns out that it is not so easy to say let go. But what else can you do if you don't put it down? If you want to be brave, you will be brave a long time ago, and you still need to wait until today?

Come to think of it, only by doubling your busy work can you forget the pain as much as possible, so as to minimize the harm to your family. After all, he has a responsibility to this family.

After returning, Meng Junyao immediately set out to invest in an art school.

Registering a company, applying for various licenses, selecting a site, personally painting the wall, arranging the home and teaching aids, and then sending advertisements and recruiting students, this series of things is enough for him to be busy, and he doesn't touch the ground non-stop, so that it is difficult to see the awake little longan, and he has not enjoyed the fun of poking her with beard stubble and making her scream for a long time.

In the past, Meng Junyao was an art teacher, and he relied on word of mouth to recruit students. People who don't know him are sometimes hesitant to worship him as a teacher, because after all, he is not famous, and he doesn't look good.

In these years, there are many people who call themselves "teachers" without real talent and learning, and they cheat people and cheat money!

In this society, if you have fame, you basically have money, especially if you can hype.

But on the other hand, if you have money, you may not be able to buy fame, so you are still the most famous.

Now, "the painter who has opened a personal exhibition in the British Museum" has made Meng Junyao famous, and there is an endless stream of people who come to him to learn painting, including those of all ages, some for themselves, some for their children and grandchildren, and even expectant mothers who have babies in their stomachs and want to learn art to cultivate their feelings for their babies and students who have chased them overseas.

However, I'm sorry, Meng Art School currently only recruits deaf and mute, and there is no age limit.

This is also Meng Junyao's promise to Nanzhi.

Deaf-mutes need skills more than healthy people, and they cherish learning opportunities more than healthy people, and there are very few educational institutions dedicated to deaf-mutes in society. They are a group that needs attention, love, art and beauty.

The husband and wife couldn't get busy, so they recruited helpers. No teaching experience is required for helpers, the only requirement is sign language, and deaf people are preferred.

Nanzhi happily looked at the busy man beside him, this man who did what he said and cared, and was very content and grateful.

Since Jun Yao came back from Xiaobai's wedding, the whole person seems to have become very cheerful, and he also cares for himself and Xiao Longan. Nanzhi felt that the haze buried in his heart had finally passed.

How did she know that the more painful Meng Junyao felt in her heart, the more she had to cover it up with laughter and busyness. But anyway, it's been painful for so many years, and it can't become a big climate.

"Meng's Longya Art School", out of respect, thoughtfully avoided the word "deaf and dumb" and replaced it with a good-looking homonym.

The school charges a very fair fee, only a cost fee, and does not make a penny. Even for the deaf-mute students recruited from other places, food and accommodation are provided at cost price, and travel expenses are reimbursed.

However, if the economic conditions of the students are acceptable, they are embarrassed to ask for reimbursement.

Perhaps for Meng Junyao and his wife, this is not fair.

Not only is there no fee, but they have also set up a scholarship for outstanding students, who have made rapid progress or won awards above the city level, and in addition, they will also assist in employment in the future.

Does such a school still need teachers and deans to chase and supervise learning?

No, everyone consciously and voluntarily works hard, otherwise they are all sorry for the hard work of Mr. and Mrs. Meng.

In short, Meng Junyao and his wife are in charge of the deaf and mute people who are willing to study art in this small city in the south of the Yangtze River and even the whole country.

There's also a hiccup in between.

There is a normal person who has nothing wrong with him and wants to learn to draw, so he thought of a trick to save money. He went under the overpass to get a fake disability certificate, and pretended to be deaf and dumb to sign up.

It was going to be done, but a leather ball flew out of nowhere and hit the back of his head, so angry that this person forgot for a moment that he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and scolded outside the door, and suddenly showed his trap, and was "invited" out by Meng Junyao with a shameful face.

Dongyun was unhappy: "I've been suffering for so long, and now I'm famous, I should package and package, strike while the iron is hot and engage in some commercial activities, and make a big profit!"

Meng Junyao: "When it comes to commercial activities, art is not pure, and my level is not far from going downhill." ”

Dongyun doesn't understand, should talented people live a bitter life by eating chaff and vegetables? Why can't they happily engage in art and make money? Don't you see those celebrities living such a life?

Dongyun: "You two are not busy enough? To build such a school, not to mention, not only do you not make money, but also lose money, I have to take the time to help you watch the children, you two have opened a charity! Can anyone open a charity?

Meng Junyao smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, you forgot, I myself grew up in a welfare home, and now that I have the ability, I should give back to the society, and I earn enough to spend anyway." Besides, don't you like our little longan the most? Do you still want to borrow her?"

This is true, usually Dongyun will run to me even if he is a little free, "Lend me your little longan to play for a while, and I will make something for her." ”

She really couldn't help it, and she panicked when she didn't see her for a day. Donun's own son is older, and it is said that it is no fun to start a rebellious period.

So, the "poor" little longan was sent to the aunt's house every day to eat, and by the way, he tossed the little cousin of the Dongyun family with an indomitable spirit, but every time he could successfully ride to the neck of the little cousin who was tall and big. The whole family loves this little baby.