I just ate the duck neck, and the spicy is fast dying.

In the new week, all the sisters have tickets to give points, and they are poor to death. I was very happy to see the comments of the cat travelers, although it was a question. The original intention of writing about He's nature in the first two chapters was just to pave the way for He to do big stupid things in the future, otherwise it would be strange to say that He did strange things all of a sudden. Ah, no spoilers. If you have any questions, just leave a message, and I will reply carefully no matter what.

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In the morning, Zhou Xiaofu ate some mushy porridge and hard steamed buns, and went into the bedroom alone, and it took an hour before she came out with a roll of rice paper.

At this time, Zhou Xiaofu changed into a snow-blue suit and summoned Ziling Sui to go out with him.

It's already the end of October, and Mama Liu's knee has a hidden disease, so I went back early, saying that I would come early in April.

Zhou Xiaofu and they have been idle in the past few days, and the Ye family is too lazy to see Zhou Xiaofu, so they don't need to ask for peace.

Since Zhou Xiaofu found out last night that she was designed by the eldest lady, she didn't speak, but wrote and painted in the bedroom all morning.

Although Mother Lan and Cuihua outside the door were in a hurry, the young lady said that she had a way, so she could only wait.

The skirt is a new look made by Lan's mother a few days ago, late autumn has been, the collar of this skirt top is made high, slightly rolled outward, the neck is slender and elegant, the sleeves and skirt are embroidered with purple swastika lace, the whole person looks elegant and indifferent.

Zhou Xiaofu came to her father's study with the picture scroll and Ziling, and she had already sent Cuihua to inquire in the morning, and her father was resting today.

In autumn, the Zhou Mansion seemed a little depressed, it was still early, and most of the courtyards had just finished breakfast, passed through the small garden, and passed through a pavilion before coming to the study of his father Zhou Lanqing.

The little maid in the study guard is still Qingzhu, but he has lost the disdain of last time, and after Zhou Xiaofu explained his intentions, he hurried in to report.

In less than a moment, I saw Qingzhu come out to report that the third master had an invitation, Zhou Xiaofu sent Ziling, and when she left, she whispered that she was waiting for her news in the courtyard, and went in.

The study was still the same as when she came last time, neatly and cleanly, and Zhou Xiaofu walked to the innermost room with familiarity.

The morning in late autumn was a little foggy, and the sun came out for two hours before it became brighter, and the sun shone warmly into the study.

Zhou Lanqing was reading a book as she had done last time, and it didn't make any difference because of her daughter's arrival.

Zhou Xiaofu also adapted to such a father, this father said that he was unkind, but he didn't treat their brothers and sisters badly, and he didn't forget his ex-wife, saying that he was abusive, but he didn't treat Ye Xinlan very well, as if he was doing his duty, and what he loved most was just piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Zhou Xiaofu came in and didn't speak, found a chair and sat down quietly, not in a hurry to call his father, but opened the picture scroll in his hand and looked at it.

I was in a hurry in the morning, and I rushed out two paintings in an hour.

But it's also unique to this plane.

Zhou Lanqing raised her eyes unhappily by some small noises, and saw that her eldest daughter was wearing a snow-blue shirt, the collar of this shirt was a little strange, but it looked very good, and her daughter was just looking at the rice paper in her hand intently at this time.

The child's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to himself, and his quiet and focused look is also like his own, and he couldn't help but stand up and look at the rice paper in his daughter's hand.

If you are too lazy to take care of the things on the side, but for calligraphy and painting, I have always felt that I have some foundation, he has always only cared about his own preferences, if the right and wrong in the house or a complaint or something, how can he be a man who cares about the affairs of the back house.

After this casual glance, I immediately looked at it seriously, and the scene of this scroll in my daughter's hand was very simple, it was just the pavilion in my yard, but this style of painting, this style of painting had never been seen before.

Surprised, Zhou Lanqing directly snatched the picture scroll in her daughter's hand and looked at it seriously.

This style of painting is very peculiar, as if this pavilion is standing in front of you, and the pen used to paint is also very delicate, not ink, although it is only black and white, I don't know what pen is used to draw, a few simple strokes but the structure and style of the pavilion are dripping and exquisite.

This painting is very delicate, the lines are clear, every stroke is very clear, but it is integrated into the whole painting, and the shadows, yes, the shadows of the pavilion, it is really a peculiar style of painting.

After reading this one, I found that there was another one and quickly flipped over, this is, this is a portrait of a person,

This person looks at the eyebrows and eyes are a little familiar, is a woman in her thirties, with a kind smile, as if she has seen it there, not to mention who this person is, this is the same as the previous painting style, the portrayal is just like the real thing, this character painting is just a head, but the facial expression is painted very delicately, focusing on the surface of the human facial texture.

It's too peculiar to be, isn't it.

Zhou Xiaofu saw Zhou Lanqing's doubts and said, "Father, this is Mother Lan, do you remember?" It is the mother's dowry maid. ”

Zhou Lanqing thought about it all of a sudden, but his impression of Lan's mother was much younger than in this painting, alas, that impression was still when his wife was alive, and now her daughter is almost thirteen years old, and Lan's mother is also old.

Zhou Lanqing stammered and asked: "Sister Fu'er, this painting, did you paint this painting?" ”

Zhou Xiaofu smiled: "Yes, it was painted by my daughter, but I just think that the painting is not good, and I want my father to take the axe." ”

Zhou Lanqing took a serious look at his daughter again, this child, if he said that he was impressed by his seal last time, then this time he was shocked, his daughter is talented, although looking at the stroke of this painting is a little immature, but he knows that this special style of painting will be shocked and even sought after by the world.

Zhou Lanqing felt that the two of them had been standing for a long time, and after settling down her daughter and sitting down, she looked at the painting carefully, the two paintings exchanged looks, and after looking at it for a long time, she raised her head and asked seriously: "Sister Fu'er, how did you come up with the idea of painting like this?" ”

Zhou Xiaofu thought for a while and said: "Father, my daughter is just thinking, can I draw something very similar, just like this thing, that's why I painted such a picture, what does my father think?" ”

Zhou Lanqing suddenly felt that this was really his own blood, and he had such an attachment to calligraphy and painting like himself.

Zhou Lanqing found a thicker rice paper and spread it out and asked Zhou Xiaofu to paint on the spot.

In her previous life, Zhou Xiaofu only learned simple sketching in junior high school, at that time she painted apples, painted chairs, and later painted teachers, and she was still a little talented, but it was too far behind everyone who really sketched.

These two paintings are just ordinary sketches, but they are amazing in this time and space.

Zhou Xiaofu took out the prepared charcoal pen and simply drew a pen holder on the desk.

A few strokes outline the appearance of the entire pen holder, outline the shadow part of a few strokes, and outline the whole pen holder with a few simple strokes.

Zhou Lanqing looked at it very seriously on the side, and couldn't wait to draw a few strokes by herself.

Zhou Xiaofu smiled when she saw this, this father was really obsessed with painting to the extreme, and took out a charcoal pen and handed it to Zhou Lanqing.

Zhou Lanqing looked at her in surprise when she saw that her daughter also gave her a strange black little stick.

Zhou Xiaofu explained: "Father, daughter thinks that if you paint things or portraits or scenery very similarly, you can't do it with a brush, it's too thick, and it's easy to render. That's why my daughter came up with this charcoal pen, which is made of charcoal, and the lines drawn are very delicate. ”

Zhou Lanqing looked at the charcoal carefully while listening to her daughter's explanation.

This daughter has too many surprises for herself.

I was just about to find thick rice paper to try, but I saw Qingzhu come in.

"Third master, it's noon, the slave is going to bring the food, right?"

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