Chu Xiangrong and her father also realized that they were too eager, and grinned: "I'm worried that your lunch break is not enough." ”

Chu Xiangrong looked at her watch and exclaimed, "Oops, it's half past the lunch break!"

"There's not enough time......"

Chu Xiangrong's father's brows habitually furrowed again, but she heard Song Kangning say lightly: "Then eat well." ”

"When class ends in the afternoon, Chu Xiangrong and I will go to the hostel to find Uncle Chu. ”

At that time, Uncle Chu could also finish painting the two portraits. ”

Chu Xiangrong and her father saw that Song Kangning could come again, and then his heart relaxed: "That's great!"

"If you are in a hurry, the portrait may not be very effective, not realistic, and it will not be expressive......"

Chu Xiangrong waved her left hand: "Let's eat, otherwise the food will be cold for a while!"

"Song Kangning, this house is opened by people from Hunan Province, and the Hunan cuisine is quite authentic, you can eat more." ”

So, the three of them ate happily.

Chu Xiangrong and her father carefully introduced to Song Kangning where these dishes originated in Xiang Province, what allusions there were, or what was the point of eating it.

Song Kangning listened while feasting, and sweat broke out on his forehead as he ate.

No way, it's spicy!

After lunch, Chu Xiangrong and Song Kangning almost trotted back to school.

As a result, Chu Xiangrong ran out of breath, lay on the desk, pressed her fist against her abdomen, and grinned for a while before returning to normal.

After school, Song Kangning and Chu Xiangrong went to room 110 of the state-run hostel again.

This room originally had four beds, but because this hostel was a bit old, there were not many customers staying in it, and Chu Xiangrong's father was fortunate enough to live in a room by himself.

When Song Kangning and Chu Xiangrong entered room 110, Chu Xiangrong and her father couldn't wait to hand the two pieces of paper to Song Kangning.

"Without rice paper and paint, otherwise we would have painted more like it. ”

Song Kangning looked at the sketches of the characters drawn with pencils, and they were very well drawn, and at first glance, they were drawn by people with profound skills: "Uncle Chu drew so well!"

Chu Xiangrong proudly continued: "Don't you see the traditional paintings of the Yanhuang Kingdom painted by my father, which are hundreds of times stronger than this!"

Chu Xiangrong and her father said modestly: "Classmate Song Kangning, don't listen to Ah Rong's exaggerations. ”

"My drawing skills are just average. ”

Xiao Wu crossed his feet and looked: "This person is too modest, obviously he draws well." ”

"If only it were like his daughter, he would call it home!"

Song Kangning held the two pieces of paper in his left and right hands and held them side by side in front of his eyes.

In contrast, the faces of the two people in the painting are five points like.

One piece of paper depicts a beautiful woman in her forties, and the other depicts a teenage girl with a somewhat immature face.

Chu Xiangrong's father explained: "The portrait you are holding in your left hand belongs to my mother, can you see if it looks like you?"

Song Kangning nodded, his face was about four points alike, but it was not as similar as what their father and daughter had said before.

Chu Xiangrong's father said again: "The portrait you are holding in your right hand belongs to my sister, and when she left home, she was still very young, so I painted her when she was eighteen years old. ”

Song Kangning looked at it carefully, and objectively speaking, these two people are really like a family with himself!

If she allowed herself to stand between Song Ping'an, Zheng Chanying and Aunt Chu Xiangrong, I am afraid that no one would say that she was related to the former.

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