Luan Xiaotian stared at Nan Yukong's departure, and muttered to himself in his heart, it was terrible for someone to suddenly lose his temper.

Anyway, if you have to leave one day, it doesn't matter.

The housekeeper stood to the side, smiling.

I haven't seen the third young master so happy for such a long time, this Miss Luan is a powerful character.

The third young master has a smile on his face every day, and he also loses her.

Before Miss Luan came, this villa didn't even have a little popularity, and there was no one else to see except for them who cleaned it three or four times a day.

Now although there are only three of them, they have the smell of home.

Presumably, the third young master also had such a feeling, so he would laugh from the bottom of his heart.

But that day, the man named Yu Luochen came to stop the third young master's car in the middle of the night, and he was really unrepentant.

It is estimated that the third young master sulked this time, and he should have heard the name Yu Luochen at school.

The housekeeper sighed lightly, "Miss Luan, the third young master is in the studio, you can go up and have a look after eating." ”

"Uh......" Luan Xiaotian hesitated, "Okay." ”

Eating people's people, living in other people's houses, and employing other people's people, you can't prostitute yourself in vain, that's what it means, and you should go up and greet them politely.

Besides, Nan Yukong did help her a lot.

"This time, I'll help you clean up the dishes and chopsticks," the housekeeper took the initiative, "You hurry up and see the third young master." ”

"I'm sorry." Luan Xiaotian chuckled, tapped his toes and went to the studio on the second floor.

A tall figure stands in front of the window in front of the light, holding a palette and a paintbrush in his hands.

A draft on the drawing paper has already been drawn.

The painting shows a girl with long hair, a small wildflower pinned to her ear, a straw hat in her hand, and a smile on her face looking slightly backwards.

Looking at the past from the angle where Luan Xiaotian is standing, the girl's facial features in the painting are small and exquisite, standing among the flowers in a long skirt, as if she is about to come out of the painting.

It was a painting of love.

It is the impression that Luan Xiaotian felt at first sight.

From the first stroke of the pen, Nan Yukong's eyes never left every place the tip of the pen touched.

Until the coloring of a painting is nearing completion.

The clouds floating in the sky with large blue color blocks seem to use rendering technology, which is realistic and has a three-dimensional effect.

The girl in the painting has jet-black hair, and her long skirt is beige, and the skin is more tender and bright.

Because of the combination of thick and thin brushwork, a series of techniques such as kneading, rubbing, and throwing are used perfectly, and all the drawbacks of gouache painting are cleverly avoided.

Luan Xiaotian was shocked, is this still a human hand?

Not only is the oil painting ingenious, but even the gouache is also superb.

"Mr. Nan, your dry and wet painting methods are really good." Luan Xiaotian tried to step forward and touch the freshly drawn painting with his fingers, but was slapped off by a large, powerful hand.

Nan Yukong said in a deep voice, "Deliberately? ”

"Hehe," this was all seen, "who made your drawings so good-looking, and didn't make others feel a little jealous in their hearts?" ”

"Gouache pays attention to a whole first and then a part, a deep bright color," Nan Yukong explained to Luan Xiaotian's longing eyes, "Gouache painting is the same as oil painting, first the whole and then the part is a kind of color painting, which starts with large color blocks and dark color blocks. ”

Luan Xiaotian nodded again and again, no wonder she picked little by little when she was learning, and the last look was ugly.