Chang Wei had to admire the agent's toughness.

You have to be able to kill, you can shoot guns, you can drive a boat, you can drive a plane and a tank, you can steal camouflage, you can act, you can use electronic technology, you can make a man or a woman, you can get on a ship if necessary, you can know eight Chinese, you can even know music, you can draw!

Just like Natasha.

How good!

Is there a show of flowers?

Chang Wei looked at the oil painting in front of him, the self on it was lifelike, and even the honest smile on his face was so realistic.

Well drawn!

Look at Natasha next to her, she stared intently at the drawing board, sometimes glancing at the spots and killers who were playing on the lawn, and as time went on, the two little ones seemed to be transferred to the canvas alive!

This skill is absolutely amazing.

"You will definitely become a great painter who will shock the world!"

Chang Wei felt it - if he was not an agent.

Natasha ignored him, focusing all her energy on the tip of the brush. It wasn't until she finished painting that she threw away the paintbrush and said, "Where is it so easy?" If you look at Van Gogh, these masters became famous after they died. Maybe I'll be a great painter, but I'm rotten by then. ”

"That's because there's no publicity." Chang Wei said: "Spend more money and open a few more art exhibitions, your good skills will definitely be appreciated by most people." ”

"But I don't have any money." Natasha spreads her hands.

"Uh... I..."Chang Wei was about to speak and stopped, and the euphemistic expressions of the young Mu Ai and the Chinese were intertwined, overflowing with words.

"Don't." Natasha laughed: "I just like to draw, and I don't expect to be a painter, OK?" ”

Chang Wei pursed his lips and was speechless.

He hurriedly said, "I'll draw one for you too, how about it?" ”

Hey?

Natasha was surprised and said, "Will you too?" ”

"Don't underestimate people." Chang Wei said: "But I don't know how to paint. I will oriental ink landscapes. ”

I'm not very proficient, but I just know it. Because in the previous life, Master Chang Wei and Tianxing Zhenren were the masters of this way. Under his influence, most of Chang Wei's brothers and sisters are so two-handed.

Chang Wei's skills are not deep, but he has cultivated to his current state, and he can easily draw true intentions with his pen.

And this, for ordinary painters, is the most unattainable.

"I'm going to go to town and buy ink."

In a word, the wind and fire ran away.

Natasha looked at his back, and suddenly smiled. She squatted down and touched the two small ones: "Your master is a nice person, isn't he?" ”

"Whew!"

When Chang Wei came back, he only bought ink and white paper, ordinary ink and white paper. There is no writing brush.

"Or forget it?" Natasha cautiously suggested.

"Nope." Chang Wei shook his head firmly. He found a small wooden stick with a thick and straight finger, hollowed out one end with a knife, then grabbed the spot, picked out the long hair on its body, and plucked a handful, making the spot scream.

"Look, isn't that what it is?"

Chang Wei picked up the homemade brush and said proudly.

"Then, please let me appreciate your painting." Natasha crossed her arms and stood to the side.

"Look."

Chang Wei laid out the white paper, poured out the ink, dipped the ink with a big stroke, and danced on the white paper super freehand.

It doesn't seem to have the slightest drawing skill to speak of.

Natasha chuckled from the side, laughing and laughing, and a look of surprise was revealed.

Splashes of ink, thick or light, gradually outline a simple and vague figure and background.

Chang Wei threw away the pen, grabbed the water cup and took a sip of water, poof, the mist covered with ink, and in a moment, a pair of ink landscapes full of oriental charm Natasha appeared in front of him.

That face doesn't seem to be like that at all, but it clearly draws Natasha's spirit and spirit!

As long as you look at it, people who know Natasha will know that the painting is her, and it is definitely none other than her.

Natasha's eyes sparkled, she opened her mouth, and sighed for a long time, "Can you give it to me?" ”

"It's for you, why not?" Chang Wei rolled up the painting with dried ink and handed it to Natasha: "I rarely paint, my skills are shallow, I am smiling and generous, and I am ugly." ”

"Nope." Natasha held the scroll, she cherished it very much, and she said seriously: "You draw very well, much better than me." ”

Chang Wei scratched his head and smirked.

"How do you know how to draw?" Natasha asked him, "I never knew before." ”

"My father likes ink landscapes, I studied it before, and later..."

Natasha understood.

"The ups and downs of life may make people sink into decadence, but they will also make people realize and suddenly open up." Natasha said, "Congratulations. ”

Chang Wei smiled.

Suddenly enlightened and enlightened, there may be, after all, Chang Weili lived for three lifetimes. But by no means in painting.

In the evening, after dinner, Chang Wei packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Natasha lazily nestled in the sofa to watch TV.

She felt that such a day was too comfortable. Here, although there is a lot of acting, there is no peace and tranquility.

It was unlike any previous mission.

Looking at the TV screen in a daze, Natasha lost her mind for a long time. She wanted to see Chang Wei, but hesitated. Listening only to the faint sound of water and the jingle of cutlery in her ears, she suddenly decided to leave.

"I can't disturb his life, it's hurting him...", she was depressed, and it was rare to feel a trace of sadness.

Chang Wei cleaned up the housework, then mopped the floor and wiped the table, and when he was done, he returned to the sofa and sat down, meeting Natasha's fixed eyes.

Chang Wei shook his hand, but he couldn't stop this look.

"What's wrong?"

Natasha suddenly stood up, pulled Chang Wei up and walked to the bedroom.

"Dry... What for?! ”