It's back to the familiar neighborhood.

This time, Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao both shut up, were silent all the way, and were only responsible for driving the door.

After opening the door, it was Lai Siyu, who was thinking about it, sitting in contemplation.

Zhang Shao and Lai Xinghui were both nervous, they were already in this position when they went out, and they were still like this at night, did they really struggle for a day?

When Lai Siyu saw Li Yu, he immediately stood up and said with a pleading face.

"Master, what kind of painting can have a soul... I can't think of anything. ”

"Mr. Lai Siyu's previous paintings were paintings with souls. Li Yu smiled faintly.

Li Yu's tone of voice made Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao feel very strange, obviously Lai Siyu was in front of him, how could he still speak in such a third-person tone.

Lai Siyu in front of him also seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with this way of speaking, nodded and said: "I watched it, but I always feel... Not as good as I am now. ”

"Really?" Li Yu said: "Your paintings are exquisite, without charm, empty and soulless, soulless, how can you call them paintings, they are just prints." ”

Li Yu found a piece of paper at random, then picked up the pencil used for sketching and drew on the paper drawing board.

A picture of a chick pecking rice is presented on the drawing paper.

However, the chick jumped out...

Jumping out of the picture, it's really pecking rice.

Rao is mentally prepared, Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao's heartbeats missed a beat, and they jumped out of the picture with a casual painting, which is a miracle...

Lai Siyu didn't seem to be much shocked, and looked at the chick with interest.

"Is this the soul of painting... I see. ”

Lai Xinghui really wanted to say that the soul of painting is not like this! No matter how much others paint, they can't really draw chickens that can peck rice.

"Yes, that's the soul of painting. Li Yu smiled faintly: "Understood?"

"I see. ”

Lai Siyu fell into a burst of thinking again, unable to extricate himself.

No matter who spoke next, Lai Siyu didn't care.

"Master, my son, he... What's wrong?" Lai Xinghui asked with some concern, in fact, he looked so arrogant, but he still cared about his son.

Li Yu paused, and did not answer Lai Xinghui's question directly, but asked directly: "Master Lai, you take a look in the room, which painting do you think is the best, tell Poor Dao." ”

Although Lai Xinghui didn't know why Li Yu asked this, he still watched it.

In the room, every painting piled up was carefully looked at and the best painting was identified.

After a long time, Lai Xinghui stopped in front of a picture, his face still very complicated.

Li Yu followed Lai Xinghui's gaze, it was indeed a sketch.

In the sketch, it is a young man who is painting.

It is a self-portrait of Lai Siyu.

Interestingly, this is not a pure sketch, but a sketch as the base, embellished with ink, vivid and at the same time has the charm of drifting out of the dust.

"It turns out that he didn't really give up ink painting..."Lai Xinghui's face was complicated: "I thought he had forgotten those techniques a long time ago." ”

Lack of communication of stubborn father and son, Lai Xinghui secretly decided that in the future, he would put down his face and communicate more with his son...

Anyway, today the face has been lost.

At this time, Lai Xinghui looked at Li Yu with some gratitude, because of Li Yu, he could let go of the so-called arrogance, otherwise he would definitely not think so with his previous words.

"Hahaha, son, you still say that you can't draw a good picture, isn't this painting very good. Lai Xinghui looked at Lai Siyu with a smile and said.

Lai Siyu did not answer, still thinking quietly.

Li Yu said with a smile.

"This painting, indeed, was painted by Mr. Lai Siyu... But he didn't draw it, and of course he won't answer your question. ”

Li Yu's words made Zhang Shao and Lai Xinghui stunned.

"It's... Isn't that my son?"

"Yes and no, you'll find out later. Li Yu said lightly.

After a while, [Lai Siyu] in front of him stood up and said seriously.

"I still, I don't know how to draw a picture with a soul. ”

"Want to know?"

"Yes, very much, I was born for this. ”

"Then ask Lai Siyu. ”

"Good. ”

[Lai Siyu] in front of him came to this self-portrait combining ink painting and sketch, and asked sincerely.

"Mr. Lai Siyu, may I ask, how to draw a painting with a soul, can you teach me..."

There was silence, and no one answered him.

Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao both thought that he was mentally ill, and actually asked a question about a painting.

And [Lai Siyu] looked sad, turned around and shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, he doesn't want to teach me, he said that he is not free and is creating paintings, and he scolded me for this." ”

Li Yu smiled, came to the chicken pecking rice map, and picked up the rice pecking chicken.

The chickens made up of black lines are also the same as black lines in the real world, and the drawing style is out of place.

Li Yu threw the chick into Lai Siyu's self-portrait.

The chick seems to be integrated into the painting, running in the painting, even on Lai Siyu's head, all kinds of troublemakers...

Just when Zhang Shao and Lai Siyu both felt unclear, the painting... Moved.

Lai Siyu's self-portrait is moving!

Lai Siyu above stood up and shook off the chick on his head with an angry face, but how could the chick be so easy to shake off, swaying from side to side on his drawing board, extremely happy.

Lai Siyu shouted directly at the outside of the painting.

"Who threw this chicken in!It's all said,Don't bother me to draw!!You're really annoying, you know, you don't know!Please,Can you shake me?,I really don't want to deal with those worldly troubles.,I really just want to paint.,Guys,I'm @#¥%...... &。 ”

A row of local dialects mixed with Mandarin spewed out, how ugly it sounded.

When he heard this foul mouth, Zhang Shao next to him burst into tears and said excitedly: "It's him, it's him, it's true, it's my husband! That's how he speaks! I will never forget the foul accent he said for the rest of my life." ”

Li Yu: "....."

I always feel that there are not many slots inside, but Li Yu still thinks it's better not to dig deeper. 、

Lai Xinghui looked at the painting with a shocked face, his fingers trembling, and he couldn't believe it.

"What the hell is going on... This one... How could my son... How could it be here. ”

"That's it. Li Yu pointed to the painting and said: "This is your son, Lai Siyu, Zhang Shao's husband, a painter who can paint famous paintings." ”

Then, Li Yu pointed to the [Lai Siyu] in front of him and said.

And he is Lai Siyu's painting. ”