Even in the bookstore, there are not as many painting monographs as there are on the shelves of Park Dong's bookshelf.

There are Chinese, English, French, and even other languages.

Tang Xiaoqing could only read Chinese and English, and stood in front of the bookshelf and was fascinated.

During this period, Park Dong was not idle, sitting in front of the easel, and continued to paint an oil painting that he had not completed before.

Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed.

Looking at those books that are usually rare, Tang Xiaoqing felt as if she had gone to school for half a year more, and some painting problems that had been unclear before were all enlightened and suddenly opened.

What made Tang Xiaoqing see the most was a thick black notebook.

It is full of notes on painting knowledge, which is so wonderful that Tang Xiaoqing can't help but be amazed.

"That's my reading notes from the Académie des Beaux-Arts in Paris," Park Dong laughed, "and if you like it, I can borrow it from you." ”

"Great! Thank you so much! Tang Xiaoqing was ecstatic.

The notes not only contain a large number of knowledge points in painting, but also Park Dong's understanding and perception of related knowledge points, which is very valuable.

"Tang Xiaoqing, you should be hungry." Park Dong said, "We have a nice restaurant downstairs, and I will invite you to dinner at noon." ”

"Teacher Park, your legs are inconvenient, so I'll go and buy the rice," Tang Xiaoqing said and glanced at the kitchen of Dong Pu's house, and found that the kitchen utensils were complete, so she couldn't help but smile and said, "Why don't I cook you a meal." Didn't you say that you have eaten enough outside during this time? ”

"The aunt that the assistant invited me will arrive in the afternoon, and I can eat at home in the evening-" Pu Dong couldn't bear to trouble Tang Xiaoqing.

But Tang Xiaoqing looked at it, and there were some eggs and tomatoes in Pu Dong's refrigerator - before Pu Dong was injured, he would occasionally cook and eat by himself.

"Don't bother, as long as you don't dislike it, I'll make you an egg tomato noodle."

"It's very appetizing to listen to, that's hard work for you." Park Dong really wants to eat some of this home-cooked meal.

Tang Xiaoqing made it quickly with her hands and feet, and soon, the hot egg and tomato noodles were served.

Park Dong had a great appetite and ate two bowls in one go.

Tang Xiaoqing also ate a bowl.

During the meal, Pu Dong suddenly said, "Tang Xiaoqing, what do you think of that Mr. Lu?" ”

Tang Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Not a good person." ”

She didn't want to talk to anyone about Lu Chengze, including Park Dong.

Because Lu Chengze has too many secrets, she doesn't want others to feel that she has a deep relationship with him, and she is afraid to tell his secrets. Of course, during this period of time, her feelings for Lu Chengze are also a little unclear, she just wants to pretend to be confused.

"Tang Xiaoqing, thank you very much for your help these days." Park Dong said sincerely, "To be honest, I have now regarded you as a friend, and as a friend, I also want to say a few words. ”

"Oh." Tang Xiaoqing listened attentively.

"Although I don't like that Mr. Lu very much, from a man's point of view, he is definitely not a bad person." Park Dong said.

Tang Xiaoqing smiled and didn't speak, but thought to herself: This can only show that Lu Chengze's acting skills are too good, such a super liar, even an artist with a keen sense like Pu Dong has been fooled by him.

"When I was in the hospital, I overheard you arguing for a divorce from him, and to be honest, I think it's best to think about it. I don't want to speak for him, but I can feel that he cares about you......"