The sky that had been washed by the rain last night was as clean as a piece of blue glass, and the breeze was blowing slowly and blowing the roses in full bloom on the branches.

The branches trembled, and the petals drifted into the dirt with the wind.

Lu Xiaoyou's eyes reflected the blue sky with white clouds floating, and under her was a red and white checkered carpet, and her long black hair spread out on the carpet like wisps of seaweed.

The tiger sniffs the roses, and the delicate flowers burst out with a sweet fragrance.

The woman on the carpet was red-skinned, her gorgeous face was shrouded in a pale pink halo, and her face was more dazzling than a blooming rose.

When the sun shifts to the west, the canopy takes on a magnificent lilac color, and the roses that bloom on the branches are also ignited by the blazing sun, and they are in full swing.

Lu Xiaoyou was drained of all his strength, and the well-fed man sat up, bent one leg and resting his arm on his knee.

The white shirt on his body was unbuttoned and unbuttoned, and the fabric was messy and wrinkled.

From the open collar, the contours of the sexy collarbone and half of the pectorals could be seen, and a few drops of crystal sweat slid down his chest.

Lu Xiaoyou was so tired that she grabbed the white apron that had been taken off just now and put the apron directly on her head to block the sun.

Long Xiliang's breathing gradually returned to stability, and he picked up the brush in the bucket and concentrated on painting.

After a while, Lu Xiaoyou took away the apron covering her face, she lay on the carpet, and saw the man painting.

He is like the last nobleman of this century, he is like a vampire baron imprisoned in a castle, he is elegant and noble; When he tossed people just now, he was fierce and wild.

Lu Xiaoyou watched him paint, a little in a trance.

The two of them are like people who have lived together for thousands of years, and they live in isolation in this castle.

"It's done." Long Xiliang threw the pen in his hand into the bucket.

Lu Xiaoyou didn't bother to stand up, she moved her body, put her hand on Long Xiliang's lap, leaned on him, and looked at the watercolor painting on the easel.

The bright red roses are lifelike, and the colors are bright and full, like flowers that have just bloomed from their buds to the ultimate perfection.

"You draw so well, I don't dare to tell the fans, I painted it."

Lu Xiaoyou took the watercolor paper he painted, and then compared Long Xiliang's paintings.

Only then did she understand what it meant to be unsightly.

Lu Xiaoyou took a photo of the two paintings together, and then posted them on Weibo with a sentence:

"My sketches and my teacher's demonstration paintings after some criticism and education."

After a while, Lu Xiaoyou glanced at the comments below, no matter what she painted, fans were praising and encouraging her.

[The master beat me again]: @colitas Hou Tingfu, I want to learn to draw!"

[Colitis Hou Tingfu] replied: [The master hit me again]: "Roll the calf!" ”

[The Queen's Coachman]: Xiao Yu is very talented in painting!

[Lujiabao Grand Manager]: Xiaoyou, you are an abstractionist, your teacher is an impressionist, and your two styles do not match.

[Quiet into my arms] replied to [Lujiabao Grand Manager]: "Get out! ”

[Chief Manager of Lujiabao] replied to [Youyou into my arms]: "Who are you? Why do you tell me to get out! ”

[Quiet into my arms] replied to [Lujiabao Grand Manager]: "Impressionism can also teach abstraction. ”

[General Manager of Lujiabao]: "@鹿小幽, I think the teacher you invited is unreliable, so I suggest changing to a painting teacher." ”

Lu Xiaoyou replied to [Lujiabao General Manager]: "The tuition has been paid, and the teacher will not let me return it." ”

Zhou Qi saw Lu Xiaoyou's reply, and said in his heart, he is doing this thing! He's going to fire this unreliable painting teacher!