The two of them stood in front of the door of the cabin, looking at this small cabin, Jiang Wenxi was a little curious.

What did this guy bring her here for? It's a big night, and it's still so dark......

"Let's go, let's go in!"

Saying that, Bermudun stepped forward and walked over, but was stopped by Jiang Wenxi.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing in the past? It's so dark there, let's go back and come back when it's dawn. ”

She was a little timid looking at this cabin now, she was most afraid of the dark, and she was covered in a cold sweat and her scalp was numb when she thought about the buildings that often appeared in horror movies.

"Don't you want to know why I said it wasn't my dream?"

"I've brought you here, don't you want to know?"

Pointing to the room in front of him, Bermudun spoke again: "Now, my dream is there, you can go in and have a look." ”

After the words fell, he walked in by himself and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Jiang Wenxi timidly looked at the surroundings, and trembled all over.

Without saying a word, he ran in.

Oh, my God!! It's so scary that I won't come out at night again.

She wanted to see what the man's dream was.

Walking into the cabin, Jiang Wenxi was stunned as soon as he entered.

I saw that Bermudun was taking down the white cloth from the shelves one by one.

Jiang Wenxi frowned and walked over, and looked at it when he saw that it was actually a painting, and the painting was not someone else, but himself.

Jiang Wenxi couldn't help but be stunned.

I'm going to go!! It's too realistic!

I didn't expect Bermuda to be able to paint?? Not only can you draw, but you can also draw so well?

"You ......"

Suddenly, Jiang Wenxi felt that his throat was blocked by cotton, and he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Bermuda shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's hard to imagine, I can actually draw!" ”

It was hard to imagine that she hadn't seen anything about art around Bermudax since she had met him.

She hadn't even seen the most basic pencils, watercolors, or sketchbooks.

She didn't expect that it would be unexpected, which is normal.

Nodding in shock, Jiang Wenxi didn't know what to say.

"Can I ask you a question?"

She suddenly had a question, that is, why had she never seen him go to the art club?

"Just ask."

"Ever since I met you, why haven't I seen you paint or join an art club?"

Hearing this, Bermuda Feng laughed, then picked up a painting and put it in front of him, looked at it, took a deep breath, and then said: "Actually, I have liked painting since I was a child, and when I was six years old, my grandfather took me to an art exhibition, and I was very interested. ”

"When I came back, I went back to my room and drew a picture for my grandfather."

"At that time, my grandfather was very happy when he saw it, and praised me for having this convenient talent, so he enrolled me in an art class."

"I was so happy that I would spend all day in the studio almost whenever I had time."

"Even when the teacher advised me to take a break, I would politely refuse, and I told them that as long as I was drawing, I was relaxed, and I felt that my whole body was in a state of emptiness."

"Later, my painting skills improved by leaps and bounds."

"Again and again I started competing."