Mu Yao was slightly stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered that she seemed to have really promised Ming Zhao before to paint him a picture.

"Alright! Then I'll give you this one, and I'll give it to you when I go back and get it framed by the old cat. Mu Yao nodded.

"No, I'll frame it too, but I'd like to add something to it." Ming Zhao pointed to the calligraphy and painting in Mu Yao's hand that had not dried.

"Add what?" Mu Yao asked.

Ming Zhao walked directly to Mu Yao's side and took the brush from her hand, Mu Yao saw this, so he silently stepped aside, and Ming Zhao directly dropped the brush on the edge of the back, and then drew a back, but Mu Yao is the back of a woman, and the back is the back of a man.

The man looked sideways at the woman beside him, and the eyes he sketched could see the affection of the figure in the painting, and he put his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at the woman beside him.

gave birth to a feeling of "the years are quiet".

Originally, this calligraphy and painting attracted people's attention to those two words, but after Mingzhao's clear stroke, it was a bit noisy, but it did not affect the beauty of the whole painting, but when people saw it, the first sight would definitely fall on the back of the pair of wall people.

Mu Yao, "......"

She never found out that Ming Zhao still had such a sullen time.

Isn't this behavior just sullen?

And it's not ordinary sullen!

"Mingzhao, I really didn't expect you to be such a Mingzhao."

Su Nanze also looked at it secretly, and he really didn't expect that Mingzhao would actually add a man to that woman's side, at first they would definitely not think much about that character, but at this time, they felt that it was Mu Yao and Mingzhao.

"That's it, senior! You're too sullen, aren't you? Jiang Xiaoyu was so sour, although she was happy to see it, but it was so sour to them, she was really afraid that her teeth would fall for a while, and she wouldn't even be able to eat barbecue.

Ming Zhao didn't know it, this was the first time Mu Yao played a tune for him, and by chance a drop of ink was dropped on the rice paper.

As the saying goes, if you don't have a coincidence, you can't write a book, and if you don't get married!

Ming Zhao looked at the calligraphy and painting with satisfaction, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he hung it in his room after it was ready, so that he could see it every day.

Mu Yao sighed secretly, Ming Zhao's Chinese paintings also look very good, the two of them have a lot of points of view, such a boy is really easy to make her heart move.

"I'm hungry, let's go bake something to eat!" Mu Yao said to Jiang Xiaoyu.

Jiang Xiaoyu answered, and pulled Mu Yao to the barbecue station, Jiang Yifan had already retreated from there at some point, and was silently roasting things there.

Mingzhao stood on the painting and didn't leave, as if waiting for the ink to dry.

"Mingzhao, don't you have to eat this painting?" Su Nanze couldn't help but ask, there will be some time to wait for the ink dry above, he can't wait here all the time, right!

"Wait." Ming Zhao replied lightly.

Su Nanze stretched out his hand and put it on Ming Zhao's shoulder and said, "What are you thinking in your heart?" How can it be so fast, just come back and get it later! ”

After that, Su Nanze wanted to pull Ming Zhao over, but Ming Zhao broke free of Su Nanze and stood there motionless.

"Painting doesn't run."

"Someone sabotage!"