Now that the tools are ready, it's time to decide what to do.

Ye Luo is not a creative talent, but he is not afraid of these things with the knowledge reserve of countless worlds behind him.

How can you say "copying" about the things of a scholar? It's obviously "piao", okay! What's more, if you don't plagiarize something and pretend to be forced these days, you're embarrassed to tell people that you are the protagonist of the urban rebirth class when you go out, and you lose your share!

What's more, the skill of the "painting master" with systematic "friendship sponsorship" is enough to control any style of painting in this world. From today on, Ye Luo can also claim that he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, eating, drinking, "plagiarism", gambling, and smoking.

But it's a bit of a hassle to "create" which work to "create" first. There are no decent manga in this world, let alone anime. If there is a shocking and rich "EVA", then it must not be sliced on the operating table by a group of crazy people in white coats?

Some are not suitable for children to watch, such as the "Crayon Xiaoxin" that is not suitable for children, in case Xixi finds him to cry after watching it and says that he doesn't have a "little elephant", it will be a bad dish.

There are also some that are not suitable for him to paint, such as "Ghost Father", if Ye Luo's three precious daughters know, they must not think that their father is a pervert?

It is suitable for little girls around 5 years old, and the painting style can't be too bad...... At that time, Mr. Zheng's "Rubik's Cube Mansion" can be described as the childhood shadow of a generation like Long Po, and with the subtitles of "Please watch the next episode", Huang He is gone. Although "Teletubbies" is not a cartoon, Ye Luo's personal feeling is also quite weird.

"SpongeBob SquarePants" and "Cat and Mouse" are quite good, but are there still few orc anime in this world? Ye Luo has decided to set things right! What's more, this thing will definitely not pass the review of the bare game, and the reason is to know without trying - there is an element of violence.

After thinking about it, I still don't have a clue. Ye Luo thought as he walked, and suddenly his eyes flashed with a light, and he was almost blinded. If you look closely, it is the sunlight reflected by the shiny bald head of a small hooligan on the side of the street. I'll go, it's so bright! Did this grandson wipe his head with sesame oil before going out?

Huh?

Like a lightning bolt passing through his mind, blessed to his heart, Ye Luo suddenly remembered that there was a work that met the requirements.

The work is a story based on the author's childhood life, and everything in it is full of nostalgia. Although it's an island country anime, if you change the style, it's a pure domestic product. The protagonist is not like the domestic works, the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor, but is carefree, unreasonable, fantasical, easy to be happy, sometimes very good to people, easy to be jealous, quickly forget painful things, lie in bed, no perseverance and no perseverance, but in him, people can always see the shadow of childhood. What's more, this protagonist is a little girl. So don't see a bald head and think, "Brother Yixiu-".

Ye Luole laughed loudly and patted the little rascal's shoulder: "Brother, thank you!" After speaking, he strode forward. Only the little rascal was left with a confused face, and it took a long time before he popped up and said: "Sick, this person!"

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The people of Modu love to eat noodles, especially the Su-style red soup noodles, come to a hot bowl at breakfast, and then drink the fresh soup, not to mention more satisfied.

Most of the noodles here are based on red soup, which is the fresh and sweet taste of the people of Modu.

In the toppings, the leaves must be braised and fried fish every time! The stewed hooves are not thick, and the chopsticks will be crispy and spread out when they are a little heavy, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as melting in the mouth. The fried fish is fried very crispy, soaked in the sweet soup, lying in the beautiful red soup, it is really powerful! Not to mention the texture of the noodles themselves, they are smooth and have some strength.

However, for northerners, eating noodles early in the morning is still too exciting. When Ye Luo went to Wuhan for the first time, he got up early in the morning and saw a bowl of hot dry noodles and a few taels of rice wine at the breakfast stall, which made him a little doubtful about life.

In the nearby alley, there is a vendor in the capital who sells bean juice in this small alley every morning. Far away, I heard his shouting.

"The bean juice is pure, gently scoop it and drink it slowly, with a coke ring is really happy...... Bean juice, not made of meat...... "Isn't this nonsense? Kyoto people are 'Yangu', and they don't forget to have fun selling bean juice.

"Hey, bean juice Liu, I want to ......"

Bean juice Liu said with a smile: "Come on, little brother, they are all old customers, so I don't need you to explain." Four bowls of bean juice, four burnt rings, skimming the soybean oil on top, right?"

"No, today it's five bowls of bean juice and five burnt circles. ”

"Wow, what's wrong with this one? There's another one!"

How else to say that they are on the streets? I love to inquire and my mouth is broken. Bean juice Liu thought that he was mixed with Ye Luo, so he forgot the rules. The guy in front of him was his old customer, and he bought his bean juice for eight years, but the amount went from three to four, and now it has become five. If he didn't ask what was going on, he would feel uncomfortable......

"Lao Liu, don't you understand the rules? If it weren't for an old acquaintance, I would have to treat you as a plate stepper and send you directly to the police station, do you believe it or not?"

Ye Luoyi frowned: "Don't ask, sell your bean juice honestly, aren't you happy to make more money?"

"Hey, yes, yes...... It's me who asked. ”

Liu Yi shrank his head, skillfully opened the lid of the pot, and skimmed off a layer of oil paste on the bean juice. After filling the five bowls, he spared half a spoonful, took out five more coke circles, and handed them to Ye Luo: "Brother Ye, take it." ”

……

When he got home, he handed over the bean juice and coke ring to Ye Xuan, and Ye Luo went to the bedroom to see Xixi.

The little guy likes to kick the quilt, Ye Luo only went out for a while, and the little quilt was kicked to her feet again.

Ye Luo shook his head, walked over, and covered Xixi with a quilt.

Maybe he was also full of sleep, Ye Luo moved, and Xi Xi opened her eyes vaguely.

......The voice of the little guy was also hazy, and he stretched out his hands delicately, wanting his father to hug him.

Ye Luo also smiled, picked her up all the way to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

After eating breakfast, the little guy saw the drawing paper that Ye Luo bought, and clamored to draw a picture for his father. And a certain stupid father had just changed his skills as a "painting master", and he was worried that he had no place to show off to his daughters! So the father and daughter each took a piece of paper and drew it in the living room.

Xi Xi took the crayon, scribbled and painted on the paper with a serious face, and Ye Luo was much freehand, carrying a brush, pouring some ink, and then poking and poking, and the pen was like flying. A number of black dots are drawn on this paper, and when these black dots form a certain scale, a "painting" is presented on the paper......

Seeing this, several daughters ran over and came to Xixi. They didn't believe that Ye Luo, a guy who could draw wheels into a rectangle, could draw anything.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Ye Ling scratched his head, obviously not understanding. Ye Chuchen hesitated for a moment and said, "Could it be a painting?"

"Ah, I see, Baba is a castle!"

Still a child with imagination, Xixi stared at Ye Luo's 'painting' for a long time. Suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

"What castle? I just saw a bunch of black dots!" Ye Ling was simply inexplicable.

"It's snow, Baba is painting a castle in the snow!"

"A castle in the snow......?

Being reminded by Xixi, the daughters suddenly realized, and then looked down again, only to see the snow flying in the painting. The more you look at it, the more realistic it becomes, and after a long time, the painting seems to gradually grow larger, enveloping people in it, like snow, and the lonely castle stands alone on the top of the mountain.

"I'll go! This is actually the technique of 'ink and brush reflection' in Chinese painting, unless there is heaven and earth in the chest, you can't do anything about it! Dad, you have gone too far! It's been ten years, and I don't even know that Dad, you still have this hand! You have to hide your daughter! It's not a housekeeping skill that passes on men to women......

Ye Ling is a "foreigner" after all, and he doesn't understand Chinese culture. Ye Xuan is not interested in painting except for design drawings. Only Ye Chuchen looked at it calmly for a while, and suddenly his body trembled, and he shouted loudly, this girl also signed up for a Chinese painting class after class, and listened to their teacher talk about some advanced skills.

"I said sister, your autism has long been cured, can you learn how to speak normally? What is the technique of 'ink pen reflection', but let's listen to it, do you know that you have knowledge?"

Not to mention Ye Ling, even Ye Xuan and Xi Xi heard it in a fog, and they both looked at Ye Chuchen with inquiring eyes.

"Hehe, you don't know about Chinese painting, then it's no wonder, I'll explain......"

Seeing that even Ye Xuan, who had the highest IQ, looked like he was asking for advice, Ye Chuchen was very proud, cleared his throat and said: "Ink painting in Chinese painting can write landscape characters and human beings, but only use one color, which is difficult for all major painting schools in the world to do, but our ancestors have achieved the pinnacle, why is this? 'Reflection' is one of the most difficult to master and the most famous, and its creator is not an ordinary person, but an emperor in Chinese history!"

"Or is it the emperor? Sister Chen, you are, the emperor has endless wine, and beautiful women who can't sleep, will he have nothing to do to study and paint? Who believes it......?"

Ye Ling said that he was not interested in history. When she was in the United States, she failed the test in such a short history of the United States, not to mention the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization and the 24 dynasties?

"Sister Chen, don't sell Guanzi, is the creator of this technique Li Yu or Song Huizong?" Ye Xuan glanced at Ye Ling, who she confirmed as a mallet, and was surprised in her heart, and asked casually. After all, he is a genius with an IQ of 220, although he is biased towards science, he is still much better than Ye Ling, at least he knows Li Yu and Song Huizong.

"It's still Xuanxuan who has insight, yes, it was Song Huizong, a master of calligraphy and painting, who created this set of techniques. ”

Ye Chuchen said with a smile: "This emperor can't govern the country, but he is a good hand at painting, it is said that one day he was enjoying the snow in the back garden, and suddenly he was interested, so he wanted to paint a picture of the snow garden, but the Tai ~ supervisor who was in charge of grinding ink was frozen numb, and accidentally touched the ink and stained the drawing paper." I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect the emperor to stare at the drawing paper for a while, but he drew an unprecedented picture of flying snow, but he not only did not die, but was rewarded, because he triggered the inspiration of Song Huizong, which can be regarded as a meritorious achievement. ”

Ye Ling was confused when he heard it, and he really couldn't understand why Song Huizong wanted to reward this eunuch who made a mistake, only to see Ye Chuchen pointing to Ye Luo's painting and saying: "You still don't understand? You look at my father's painting, just like Song Huizong at the beginning, when everyone used black ink to point out the snow, he used black to point out the gap between the sky and the falling snow, so that the blank space left behind naturally became a sky full of snow, isn't it more real and vivid than painting snow with black ink?"

"I'm going, it's true, I was told by you, the more I look at it, the more it's like this!"

Xixi also finished painting at this time, but with so many people, the little girl was a little embarrassed and pressed the painting under her to prevent others from showing it. Ye Luo drove away the three melon-eating people: "Xixi, what are you painting?"

"I ...... I'm drawing ...... Pinocchio ......"

At this age, a child still can't hold the pen steadily, and Xixi's painting is crooked, but Ye Luo still rubbed Xixi's little head: "The painting is awesome!"

Indeed, if it weren't for this extra skill, he would be at the level of Xixi.