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But I heard Wei Xi say, "Although your painting method is rusty, your wrist is strong, and the water chestnut angles you draw are clear, and you have quite an aura." However, these paintings have naïve brushwork, blurred lines, and have been revised many times. It's not like your style at all, you like to do it in one go, but this person is hesitant. ”

Yuan Heng looked up at Wei Xi, and sure enough, he knew a lot! Looks like he's got a bit of a job.

"This is my sister's painting, begging me to help her change it, you can also see my level, where can I help her!" Yuan Heng is unambiguously honest at this time.

"So, that's what you want to learn from me?" Wei Xi turned his head to look at Yuan Heng and asked.

Yuan Heng nodded, she hadn't been exposed to these before, and would rather spend all her time cultivating spells. It's only when the meeting comes that I remember to learn.

Wei Xi flipped through it casually, changed a few places, and then returned the painting to Yuan Heng and said, "The craftsmanship is quite heavy, and I can only change it to this extent." ”

Yuan Heng remembered Fu Yuanyue's wrinkled face every time he mentioned playing the piano and painting, and he understood what Wei Xi meant by craftsmanship.

Both of them are over here, but Zhishang is still there chanting. Seeing that Yuan Heng admired it very much, if it was her, she wouldn't be able to sit still at all. Not to mention her, even ordinary people, it is impossible to persevere, it seems that only this old monk can have this determination!

Looking at Zhishang, who was still chanting, Yuan Heng turned around and left, anyway, they were all ripe like this, and it didn't matter if they said hello or not.

Wei Xi glanced at Zhishang, and then at Yuan Heng's back, he became more and more curious about what was different from ordinary people in this Fu Wuniang. She didn't seem to be what he imagined, and she wasn't what he had heard.

But isn't he the same?

These people are strange people, aren't they? So her weirdness isn't surprising.

But a little lady who grew up in the boudoir, what ability did she have to subdue such a big Jiao, and she opened her mouth and closed her mouth to shout the master's name, and the master didn't care at all. The most important thing is that she can't draw, and it's as if it's the first time she has come into contact today. But what he had seen her paintings was not at all the same as her current painting style.

Will a person change that much? It's as big as another person.

Yuan Heng was satisfied with the painting that Wei Xi had helped to change, and went to call Zi Tan to get up.

Zi Sandalwood slept in a daze and didn't know what was going on, looked at Yuan Heng who was sitting in front of his couch, and quickly sat up in shock, and said, "What time is the lady now?" ”

Yuan Heng looked at the sky, she didn't pay attention to the time just now, Zi Tan asked, she estimated the time and said, "It should be more than half of the time." ”

"Ahh Rosewood's face was full of disbelief, "I've slept so long, and I've slept so dead." If you delay all the time, the old lady will definitely blame the lady for this. ”

Yuan Heng said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of, when the time comes, it will be said that Master Zhishang left me to drink tea, and it was delayed to talk about Buddhist scriptures." ”

Anyway, at a critical time, the old monk Zhishang is indeed very suitable for being a shield.

Rosewood was still not at ease, and complained about herself.

Yuan Heng looked at Zi Zhan like this, he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't say, hey, silly girl, don't be stupid, you think you really slept to death to delay time, to be honest, it's because I cast a spell on you that you can sleep for so long!

"My grandmother was a man of faith." Yuan Heng pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry! I'm all in it, and my grandmother won't say anything. ”

Only then did Zi Tan follow Yuan Heng back to his house suspiciously.

To be honest, the time was indeed delayed, and dinner began to be served in the house, and the same was true for Ronghuatang.

Therefore, the picture is a little strange, Mrs. Fu is taking Fu Lang to dinner, and Yuan Heng is standing aside like a punished child.

"Didn't you say a blessing? Why are you only coming back now? Old man Fu sandwiched a piece of hibiscus meat, looked at Yuan Heng and asked.

Yuan Heng ate fasting for lunch, those vegetarian dishes were digested in three or two clicks, she has a big stomach, she is already hungry at this time, looking at the delicious food, can you not feel tempted?

Therefore, she stared at the table full of dishes with her eyes shining, anyway, she has never had such a profound consciousness as being ashamed, it is important that she is happy, no matter what others think of her! Anyway, it's all Fu Yuanheng!

"Originally, I was going to come back after lunch, but when I met Master Zhishang, he wanted to leave me for tea and talk about Buddhist scriptures." Yuan Heng began to make up lies.

Zi Zhan stood behind Yuan Heng, and when he heard Yuan Heng telling lies without blushing or panting, he really admired it very much.

Old Madam Fu looked up at Yuan Heng, and finally didn't say anything to Yuan Heng, but just arranged for Qingju to add a pair of chopsticks to Yuan Heng and said, "I'll eat dinner here today." ”

Yuan Heng couldn't wait for Mrs. Fu to say this, and when she saw Qingju set up the dishes and chopsticks, she sat down, and it was rare that she didn't forget it, and said to Mrs. Fu, "Thank you, grandmother." ”

Although he said such words, it was not difficult to hear the alienation in Yuan Heng's words. Old Madam Fu didn't care, she just gave Fu Lang a few chopsticks of food, and occasionally glanced at Yuan Heng from time to time.

In front of the food, where can Yuan Heng think so much, this taste, that taste, it seems that everything is novel.

But she can't be blamed for this, there are only a few dishes coming and going in Pujia Pavilion, and she has long been tired of eating them. When I was in the heavenly realm, everything I ate was very simple, either fruit or barbecue. Anyway, what is ready-made, what is convenient, what comes.

It was also possessed by Fu Yuanheng that she realized that mortals were still very smart, at least in terms of food, ahead of the heavenly realm for I don't know how many years.

Looking at Yuan Heng, who was eating sweetly and heartlessly, Mrs. Fu glanced at Fu Lang, Brother Lang is young now, and there are only two sisters who can be relied on in the future, but the shallow eyelids of the Huang family offended these two sisters, Sister Yao is smart and knowledgeable, and naturally knows what to do is the best.

But Sister Heng is different, the same temper as the cow, who can hate itchy, and will not easily change her mind, although she has changed her opinion of her recently, but she still can't see through what is the idea in her heart?

Sometimes it's crazy, sometimes it's so smart that it doesn't seem to be like fighting anything, but I can't swallow it. Whether such a person is smart or stupid, the more she thinks about it, the more she doesn't understand.

Yuan Heng has always had no scruples, and he put down the chopsticks in his hand until he was nine minutes full, but Fu Lang, who didn't want to, looked at Yuan Heng directly, dumbfounded and speechless.

For this cheap brother who has nothing to do with each other, Yuan Heng has a respectful and distant attitude, and when he saw the little guy looking at her blankly, he glanced at him. The little one immediately lowered his head and gulped the food in his mouth.