Miracle frowned and walked into the two people: "No, you two have a lot of problems, say!" What are you doing? ”

Lu Ziqiao trembled for a long time, rolled his eyes, and said, "Meijia and I are playing hide and seek!" She's hiding something, I'm looking for it. ”

Meijia hurriedly agreed: "Yes! That's right! ”

Miracle was still very puzzled, and the knowledge of writing suspense novels for many years made him suspicious of Ziqiao, and said half-convinced: "Or, I'll help you find it?" ”

"No, no, no!" Lu Ziqiao waved his hand again and again.

Miracle shrugged his shoulders and saw a white cloth hanging on the wall behind the two of them, so he asked, "Huh?" What is this white cloth? ”

Curry Sauce took the paintbrush and explained: "That's Zhao Haitang's painting, he said that you can't let the painting see people until the masterpiece is completed." ”

"Otherwise, it will affect the painting, spirit."

Miracle nodded: "It's quite mysterious, well~ I'm going to get a white cloth to cover it too." ”

Curry Sauce pointed to a figure and asked, "Uncle, is this your painting?" ”

Lu Zijon sighed.

Meijia looked at Ziqiao in surprise: "Did you draw a corpse?" ”

Not to mention, the miracle also feels quite similar, but the scene of the crime is just white.

Lu Ziqiao directly retorted: "Of course not, I haven't finished painting yet." ”

Meijia said in disgust: "It's sloppier than my wool thread." ”

Miracle looked at the mess of wool on the wall, well, it was quite sloppy.

Curry Sauce sighed and said, "I am very poor at drawing, and I have practiced it a few times at home, and I am not very confident yet. ”

Miracle listened, and took a closer look with Mika.

I saw the curry sauce wave with a big hand, brush two strokes, and an inverted U and a straight line came out.

Miracle seconds understood: "Curry sauce, you can't be mountains and water, right?" ”

Curry Sauce looked at the miracle excitedly: "Miracle! Do you see that? Looks like I'm still very talented at drawing! ”

Lu Ziqiao and Mei Jia looked at the curry sauce with their mouths long, speechless but not speechless.

Lu Ziqiao shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll try to make your paintings look high-end, atmospheric, and high-grade!" ”

I saw Lu Ziqiao find black tape, circle a frame next to the painting of curry sauce, and then write it on paper:

"Landscape Drawing, Scarlett's Work."

Then stick the paper under the box.

Lu Ziqiao said calmly: "Look, isn't it much taller with a picture frame?" That's the power of packaging. ”

Miracle looks at the packaging in front of him, and there is indeed a sense of déjà vu of a certain master's work, which is very ironic!

Curry Sauce was also very happy: "Really yes! Thank you, uncle! ”

"Is the suit still suitable?"

Meijia's face didn't know why it stinked, and Lu Ziqiao also said perfunctorily: "Fit, thank you." ”

The miracle looked at Lu Ziqiao confused: "Suit? Curry sauce, you also gave uncle a suit? ”

Curry Sauce explained: "Uncle did me a favor before, so I bought a suit for my uncle, didn't Uncle like suits the most? ”

Miracle surprised: "Gift and suit? That's too precious, isn't it? ”

Meijia frowned and nodded fiercely: "That's right! Miracle you think so too, right?! ”

The curry sauce thinks it's okay: "It's okay, that suit is not expensive, I bought it at the wholesale market." ”

It dawned on me that it was okay.

Curry sauce looked at his landscape picture with satisfaction: "OK, then my painting is finished, then I'll go down first~"

After saying that, the curry sauce left happily.

Lu Ziqiao and Mei Jia watched the curry sauce leave, and they didn't know why they were a little stupid.

Meijia said to Lu Ziqiao angrily: "Hmph~ Then I'll go down first." ”

Miracle doesn't know why I heard the meaning of Mika's jealousy, but the vinegar from the curry sauce? No way?

Lu Ziqiao glanced at Meijia without temper, and then said to Miracle: "Miracle, then let's go down first, don't forget to pull the electric switch when you leave." ”

Miracle nodded, "Okay." ”

"Electric Switch!"

Lu Ziqiao suddenly shouted, and the frightened miracle patted his little heart: "Uncle, why are you so surprised?" ”

Lu Ziqiao waved his hand at the miracle with a happy face: "It's okay, it's okay, Meijia!" Walk! I've got it! ”

Meijia was pulled away by Lu Ziqiao in a daze, leaving a miracle standing there with an indifferent face.

With a sigh of relief, Miracle picked up the paintbrush: "Eh, I'm the only one left, and I can finally paint well." ”

Just as he was about to drop the first stroke, a voice suddenly came from behind the miracle:

"Miracles."

“？！！”

The miracle turned around and saw that there was a strong force behind him, and the miracle only felt that his soul was about to fly out.

"Vigorously? When did you come up? ”

Dali looked at the miracle suspiciously: "Just came up?" What's wrong? ”

Miracle shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that you suddenly appeared behind me and were startled." ”

Dali involuntarily pursed his lips and looked at the wall that was still blank in front of the miracle.

"What are you going to paint?"

Miracle heard Dali's question, and couldn't help but think of Dali's kiss yesterday, and couldn't help but upturn the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, secret."

Dali frowned and wondered for a moment, but when he saw the miracle, he couldn't help but think of yesterday's events.

Dali's expression was a little fluttering: "That, I came up to ask you, have you ever played Werewolf Kill?" ”

Miracle was interrupted by the good memories of yesterday, looked at Dali and said in confusion: "Played, what's wrong?" ”

Dali breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled with a whole expression: "That's good, that's right, Uncle Zhang Dawei mediated the dispute today, because the boy played werewolf and killed too much." ”

"As a result, I was expressionless in everything I did, and my tone didn't change."

"The girl can't figure out which of what the boy says is true and which is false, and I wonder if the boy still loves her."

"We don't know what to do, I'm like I'm going to come up and ask you."

Miracle nodded, thinking: "Then this is a bit difficult, there can be a prophet in the game to verify his identity, but there is no prophet in reality." ”

Dali also nodded with a headache: "Yes, there is no identity card in reality, I originally planned to learn micro-expression analysis, but the uncle said that it was too time-consuming." ”

Miracle's eyes suddenly lit up, and then smiled: "There you have it!" You ask the boy if he's in the habit of keeping a diary. ”

"The diary is the deepest secret in everyone's heart, and it is also the most authentic self, so the diary is equivalent to an identity card."

After listening to it, Dali also felt that it made sense, and looked at the miracle happily: "You are right! Miracle, yours is the real thing. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Miracle on the shoulder.

Miracle narrowed his eyes, why did he always think that this action was between brothers?!

Miracle smiled again and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of it, but since I've helped a lot, is there a reward?" ”

He shrank his head vigorously and asked suspiciously, "What reward?" ”

Miracle smiled evilly and reached out and nodded on his face.

Dali understood in seconds, and then slapped it directly, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the miracle.

At that glance, there are thousands of styles hidden~

It's a pity that the miracle of being slapped in the face was not seen.

"What do you think about all day? Miracle, I find that your skin is getting thicker! ”

Although it is said that there is no reward, a little lost, but this is also normal, if Dali really takes the initiative again, the miracle is called surprise.

The miracle pouted: "Okay, if you don't, you won't have it~It's natural to help your girlfriend~"

Dali really couldn't stand the miracle of getting more and more laid, and rolled his eyes.

Putting his hands behind his back, he glanced at the miracle vigorously: "Okay, I'll go down and tell Uncle this method, you can draw well." ”

Miracle shrugged his shoulders and watched vigorously walk away before turning around and preparing to paint.

Although he said that he was still at the level of kindergarten to vigorously said, but for many years of lurking, he has studied all the basic specializations in various fields, and now he can't say that he is a master at least he should be able to make the same picture right?

Thinking so, Miracle took out his mobile phone and looked at the painting inside, carefully manipulating it slowly on the wall one stroke at a time.

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