After Xiao Huaxian and the middle-aged woman entered the room, the middle-aged woman silently closed the door, but the window was still open, which also made it convenient for Lu Shuangyang to eavesdrop, after all, they didn't expect that there would be someone standing outside on the smooth wall of the outer wall.

Through the refraction of the ice mirror, Lu Shuangyang saw that the little painting fairy had kept his head down and didn't dare to look at the face of the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman looked at the little painting fairy very unhappily.

The middle-aged woman said coldly, "Say, why did you sneak out of the room." ”

"That ......," the little painting fairy whispered, holding her stomach, "Mother, I'm so hungry, so I want to find something to eat......"

"Smack!"

Before the little painting fairy finished speaking, the middle-aged woman slapped the little painting fairy directly in the face.

After the little painting fairy was beaten, he just stood in place in a daze, without any reaction.

"Why are you like this, child," said the middle-aged woman, who hated iron but not steel, "Didn't I say that you have to paint fifty pictures every time you can eat?"

"But I'm really hungry!" said the little painter aggrievedly, "I'm so hungry that I can't even pick up a paintbrush." ”

"No, no, no," the woman didn't pity the little painting fairy's pitiful appearance at all, "If you want to eat, hurry up and finish the rest of the paintings for me!"

Outside the window, Lu Shuangyang also had a cold face, this woman is the mother of the little painting fairy, but how can there be a mother like her? Her child is hungry, but she doesn't give him food? If you don't have money, it's easy to say, but with the fame of the little painting fairy, there will be a lack of money, so many bodyguards downstairs can be hired, let alone a good meal casually? Why still don't you give the little painting fairy a meal, and force him to paint?

The little painting fairy had no choice but to pick up the pen that had fallen on the ground, found a piece of white paper, and the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and began to draw on the drawing paper.

After seeing the little painting fairy start painting again, the middle-aged woman who was still dissatisfied just now finally showed a satisfied smile.

"yes, that's my good son. The middle-aged woman said.

The little painting fairy was painting with his back to the middle-aged woman, and for the praise of the middle-aged woman, the little painting fairy just showed a wry smile.

The woman showed a well-intentioned look, and she said seriously: "Son, do you know? The reason why our material life is so good now is because you won the last painting immortal competition, and it is precisely because you have the name of painting immortal that you and I can have today." But the Painting Immortal Contest is held every four years, and a new painting fairy will be born, and the birth of a new painting fairy, the name of the old painting fairy will be suppressed, and it has been like this for so many years. ”

"Therefore, if you want to keep your fame as it is now, you must not let new painting immortals be born, and not let new painting immortals be born, that is, you continue to participate in this painting immortal competition, and stand out and win in this competition, then you are still the best painting immortal, then we will not lose our current life. Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but smile with joy.

On the opposite side of the middle-aged woman, Xiao Huaxian's face showed a look of disappointment: "Is life so important now?"

"What did you say?" Because the middle-aged woman patronized herself and was happy, she didn't hear it for a while

The words of the little painting fairy.

"Nothing. The little painting fairy didn't want to say what he had just said again.

"You draw well, I'm out. Saying that, the middle-aged woman also walked out.

After a few minutes, the little painting fairy put down the paintbrush in his hand and said lightly: "The one outside, my mother has already gone away, why don't you come in and talk." ”

Lu Shuangyang was stunned, when did this little painting fairy find his traces?

However, he should not have exposed himself in the presence of the middle-aged woman, and listening to the tone of his voice now, it seems that he will not make things difficult for himself.

Lu Shuangyang took a deep breath, climbed through the window and jumped in.

After entering, the little painting fairy also took a closer look at Lu Shuangyang.

"What kind of eyes are you?" Lu Shuangyang was also a little panicked by his eyes.

"Oh, it's nothing, you know, I'm a painter, so I want to look at everything I see and draw it. The painting fairy said with a chuckle.

Lu Shuangyang was also stunned, and the smile that he faced the fans below before, now the smile of the little painting fairy is more sincere.

"How do you know I'm outside?" Lu Shuangyang asked puzzledly, but Lu Shuangyang didn't make a sound at all when he was outside.

The painting fairy still smiled lightly: "I didn't say that I am a painter, my eyesight is comparable to ordinary people, as soon as I entered this room, I found that the painting paper I threw by the window had traces of being stepped on, and judging from the traces, you even jumped out a few seconds before I came in." And the person who can usually sneak into my place without being detected by the bodyguards must be a master, then he must have the means to listen to the sounds of the house outside the window. ”

Lu Shuangyang sighed: "Originally, you were just a powerful painter, but I didn't expect you to be a very powerful painter." ”

The little painting fairy chuckled: "I'm the champion of the last painting fairy competition, how can I do it if I don't have a little bit of myself." ”

Lu Shuangyang now feels that he seems to have underestimated the name of this painting immortal.

"So, what are you, and the way you look is not my fan. The little painting fairy stretched, "By the way, have you eaten anything, you heard it just now." ”

Lu Shuangyang saw that this little painting fairy was really hungry, so he also took out a big cake from his space bracelet and threw it to the little painting fairy.

The little painting fairy took the cake excitedly, and he also ate and drank regardless of the image, he is like this now, where is there still a little bit of painting fairy.

"Delicious, delicious!" The little painting fairy whispered while eating.

"So, that person is really your mother?" Lu Shuangyang asked suspiciously, although the little painting fairy called her mother, but what she did didn't look like a mother should be.

"Alas," Speaking of this, the little painting fairy also sighed helplessly, "She is indeed my mother, but she has changed, since the painting fairy event four years ago." ”

"What's going on?" Lu Shuangyang said puzzled.

The little painting fairy said leisurely: "Before I became a painting fairy, I was just an ordinary child. When my father died young, I grew up living with my mother, who was just the owner of a small grocery store, and she was busy running the shop all day long, and she didn't have time to take care of me, so I went to the mountains to paint alone. I

I really like to draw, I like to paint grass and trees, insects and beasts in the mountains, and even people passing by in the mountains. ”

"One day, I heard that there was such a painting fairy competition in the spring equinox city, so I came to the spring equinox city by myself and participated in this painting fairy competition, at that time I didn't want to win the award, I just wanted others to see my paintings, but I didn't expect that I would become a painting fairy. ”

"After I became a painting fairy, my mother was very excited, so she turned out my old paintings at home and sold them, making a lot of money, after all, those are the works of me, a painting fairy. ”

"Because I became a fairy, we became rich, and my mother stopped running the shop, but asked me to paint all day long, and then sold my paintings, so we became very rich. ”

"And my mother also learned how to manage my image as a painting fairy, how to improve my reputation as a painting fairy. My fame is so great because of my mother's hard work. ”

Lu Shuangyang said leisurely: "Your mother is really an excellent businessman. ”

"But recently, my mother has started to get nervous, because she knows that the new painting fairy competition is about to start, and if a new painting fairy is born, my fame will plummet, so I can no longer make money from my painting fairy fame. ”

"So, my mother insisted on pulling me to participate in this painting fairy competition, although the rules did not say, but the painting fairy event has been held for so many years, and no painting fairy has continued to participate in the painting fairy competition after winning the title of painting fairy, so I became the first painting fairy to participate in the painting fairy competition for the second time in so many years. Speaking of this, the little painting fairy also sighed helplessly, "In order for me to win the championship in this painting fairy competition, my mother locked me up here, and didn't even give me food until she finished painting the amount she requested." ”

Lu Shuangyang also expressed deep sympathy for the experience of the little painting fairy, originally just painting for his love, but now he is forced to paint.

"Haven't you thought about resisting? You are a painting immortal after all, wouldn't it be easy to get rid of such a situation with a little bit of fame?" Lu Shuangyang asked.

Xiao Huaxian nodded: "Indeed, it is indeed easy to get out of the current situation, but I don't want to do it." ”

Lu Shuangyang was puzzled: "You obviously don't like this kind of life, why don't you want to get rid of it?"

Xiao Huaxian smiled bitterly: "Because she is my mother! No matter how much I don't like the living conditions she brought to me, but she is my mother after all! For so many years, she has brought me up, if I rebel against her, won't I be sorry for her nurturing grace to me for so many years?"

Lu Shuangyang understood, indeed, the most difficult kindness in the world to repay is the nurturing grace of his parents.

Although Xiao Huaxian hated the living conditions brought to him by his mother, after all, it was his mother, who raised him, in order to repay his parents' nurturing kindness, it is not too much to meet his mother's requirements!

For this, Lu Shuangyang didn't say much, after all, it was someone else's family matter.

Lu Shuangyang thought for a while and asked, "Painting Immortal, what's your name?" After listening to your story, I still don't know your name!"

The little painting fairy was also stunned, and then chuckled: "Ren Qiu, willful Ren, autumn of autumn!"

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