Until now, she hadn't found out that the little red fruit had any special effects, but she felt that it could multiply and condense the aura.

I used one for the little ferret before, but the little ferret didn't change too much after eating it...... So Yan Mu used this little red fruit as a high-condensation aura.

"If you like it,"

Yan Mu smiled, "Brother Yan, how did you talk today?" ”

Yan Zidong over there was obviously choked, and then chuckled: "When I talked to Master Yu, I unconsciously wanted to follow his tune!" ”

Yan Mu laughed.

Yu Hanzhi doesn't know what kind of education he received when he was a child, and the traditional culture of country Z is very good.

also has a deep foundation in ancient literature, coupled with his warm bookish atmosphere in the south of the Yangtze River, he really looks like an ancient genius.

Here, Yan Zidong hung up the phone, and Yu Hanyi said while teaching Yan Han to draw sketches: "What tune am I?" ”

"Cultured tone,"

Yan Zidong smiled, touched the back shell of He Shibi who fell on the table, and said, "Talking to you, I feel that I am a lot more elegant." ”

Yu Han smiled and didn't say anything more.

Yan Han pinched the pen, saw He's bi at a glance, and after looking at it for a while, he drew a big beetle on the paper with a wave of the pen, which jumped vividly on the paper.

"This kid really has a bit of aura,"

Yan Zidong's eyes revealed a trace of surprise, "The progress is too great!" ”

In the previous paragraph, he paid attention to Yan Han's paintings, and the traces of imitating Yu Hanzhi were very heavy, and he always felt that he could not get rid of Yu Hanzhi's painting style.

But it's only been a long time for Yan Han to have his own aura in his paintings......

Yan Zidong couldn't tell what it was like, but his intuition was very accurate.

"Indeed,"

Yu Hanzhi smiled gently, looked at his proud disciple, and was very doting and proud, "Xiao Han is very smart, but the most important thing is that he can calm down and endure hardship!" ”

Yan Han's state can be said to be distracted, once he picks up the pen or the carving knife, he seems to be completely immersed in his own world without interference from the outside world.

Yan Zidong nodded, and habitually made a few stretching movements.

"You're in a hurry to get out?"

In front of Yan Zidong, Yu Hanzhi was rarely willing to say a few more words.

In the previous period, Yan Zidong raised his legs, and he couldn't go anywhere, most of the time he was in the villa, and sometimes he came here to sit quietly and watch him teach Yan Han when he got out of his room.

After a long time, the two have communicated more, and slowly get along with each other with a kind of friend-like tacit understanding and casualness.

"Huh?" Yan Zidong raised his eyebrows.

Yu Hanyi smiled: "You are so anxious to recover, you get up early in the morning every day to exercise, you should have a plan to travel, right?" ”

"Possibly,"

Yan Zidong paused, "I'm not sure yet, don't talk to others." ”

Yu Hanzhi didn't care, and nodded with a smile.

At this time, Yan Zidong saw that Yan Han had finished painting, put the drawing paper aside, and then carefully picked it up and looked at it again, and then compared it with Shibi, a little bit in love.

Yu Hanzhi saw that he was happy to see it, and also pointed to several subtle places in this painting, Yan Zidong smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"What are you talking about?"

At this moment, I heard a somewhat stiff greeting.

Yan Zidong paused, and when he turned around, he saw Yan Ci walking from the gate of the compound with a black face, with a smile on his face, and greeted lightly: "Mr. Yan is here?" ”

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