After listening to the song for less than five minutes, Luo Xiaohu really couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted directly: "Stop, stop!" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fu Zheng, who was closing his eyes, shaking his head and stretching out his fat hand to pat his big meat legs, opened his eyes and asked Luo Xiaohu in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Is this a song you wrote?" Luo Xiaohu asked with a tangled expression.

"yes!"

"Do you think it sounds good?"

"yes, what do you think?"

Luo Xiaohu said directly: "It's a good fart, the fart sound is better than your song!

Luo Xiaohu can be heard it, this song is written to say that it is a synthesis of the essence of the two songs that Sodarlan and he taught Ilona, in fact, it is not like the four, there is no Suodarlan's pure show-off style, and there is no essence of Chinese pop music, neither side is leaning, and it is ugly to make people hit the wall with their heads.

"Is it so ugly?" Fu Wei asked puzzled.

It's true that Fu Wei is a musical genius, but he has just come into contact with a new type of music, and it is impossible to listen to two songs and touch the bypass, if this is the case, Fu Wei is not Fu Wei, he is the same as Luo Xiaohu and passed through the earth.

"It's not just ugly, the person who originally had diarrhea listened to your song and directly changed his constipation, can we stop being so hoarse? Sing well, okay?" Luo Xiaohu said.

"Then you sing one" Fu Wei felt that what Luo Xiaohu said was a bit exaggerated, and he felt that he wrote it very well, with a beautiful tune and a bright style, how did it become like this in this person's mouth.

Looking at Fu Wei's appearance, Luo Xiaohu rolled up his sleeves: "What's wrong with you still not convinced?" I'll make a song for you" After speaking, he said to the beauties posing: "Rest for half an hour, wait for me to write a song first!"

After speaking, Luo Xiaohu motioned to Laifu to get him a piece of paper, held a quill pen and swiped the ink, sat cross-legged on the carpet and began to think about it.

Fu Wei thought that this person was thinking about writing a new song, but he didn't know that Luo Xiaohu's mind was thinking now: Who should I copy this song?

Luo Xiaohu bit the pen, pondered for a while, and said in his heart: Just "A Game, a Dream"!

Remembering what song to copy, now the new trouble is coming again, to change the words to the mainland lingua franca according to this tune, fortunately, although Luo Xiaohu's ability in music is limited, but remember the words, just replace the original lyrics with lingua franca synonyms, it took about ten minutes, and Luo Xiaohu put down the pen in his hand.

"That's it!"

"Okay?" Fu Wei was surprised, it would be good to have such a little time, so he immediately 'got up' from his bed and came to Luo Xiaohu.

Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but be stunned, and his mind was blank: "Rub, can you walk?"

"Who told you I can't walk?" said Fu Wei's face was also surprised.

"So fat, your bones can hold it?" Luo Xiaohu felt that this goods would have to be four hundred pounds to say the least, according to the principle of learning in things, it is impossible for this goods to stand up, even if it can barely stand up, it is impossible to float in front of him like a feather so easily!

Fu Wei didn't understand even more, reached out and took the paper in front of Luo Xiaohu, and asked casually while looking at it: "I'm fat or fat, but does this have anything to do with whether I can walk?"

"Can you walk, and you still have people carry you?"

"Don't I like to move?"

"......" Luo Xiaohu didn't know what to say now, and now Luo Xiaohu, who was surrounded by this fat man, was also a little confused, and felt that what people said seemed to make sense, and fat and whether he could walk seemed to have nothing to do with it.

"Where's the tune?" Fu Wei only saw the words, how could he know how to sing without music or tune.

"I sing it again, you write down the score, the score you use is different from the one I know, and you can't understand it when I write it down" Luo Xiaohu is a little bit of staves, first, this thing is complicated to draw, and second, what kind of beans are simple scores, come, Mi's must be unable to understand Fu Zheng, so just sing it yourself.

After humming it quietly, Luo Xiaohu asked, "Have you written it down?"

Fu Wei nodded and said, "You are such a genius, you can write a song in such a short time, I have completely memorized it."

"Oh, sing it to me!"

As soon as Luo Xiaohu's words fell, Fu Wei sang here.

"How is it?" After singing it again, Fat Fu Wei opened his mouth and asked, his fat face full of anticipation.

Now you go teach them, I'm drawing."

Luo Xiaohu was shocked by this fat man, and he sang it again, this thing can actually sing completely, which makes Luo Xiaohu very unhappy, but he can't say that people sing too badly with a conscience, so he had to say that he was angry and picked up a paintbrush to paint his own words.

After painting for almost an hour, it was time for lunch, and when Luo Xiaohu picked up the paintbrush again after eating, he remembered the familiar melody at the same time.

Holding the palette in his hand, Luo Xiaohu's eyes either fell on the model's body, or on the canvas in front of him, listening to the music behind him, as if he had returned to the teacher's studio, painting and singing along with the music.

"I used to remember ...... on a night like this"

Singing and singing, this feeling came out, and after the feeling came, Luo Xiaohu drew faster and faster, and he didn't know how many times he sang the song, anyway, when the sun began to set in the west, Luo Xiaohu found that his progress was much faster than originally expected, and even caught up with yesterday's progress.

Luo Xiaohu knows that his feelings are coming, and he should also pay attention to his mood when he paints, how to be satisfied when the painting is smooth, and how to paint when it is not right.

"Darafael, I think there's something wrong with your painting!"

Luo Xiaohu, who was proud, heard a shrill voice ringing in his ears, and turned his head to see Fu Zheng's big face leaning in front of his painting.

"How can there be purple on people's faces, don't think I don't know how to paint, none of these twelve girls have purple on their faces, and humans are not elves, besides, even if they are elves, their ears are not like this," Fu Wei said.

These words made Luo Xiaohu even more contemptible: "When I finish painting, you can say okay!"

"Then I'll wait to see you finish painting" Fu Wei thinks that he is very right, Fu Wei's painting is still a bit of a level, as a literary and artistic young prince, although Prince Fu Wei is not so obsessed with painting and music, but he thinks that he can still see whether the painting is good or bad, and now Luo Xiaohu's painting is a blind toss in his opinion, how can a person's face be purple, and blue, how can these messy hues paint a real human face.

After saying that, this one kindly reminded: "I think you should focus on music."

Hearing this, Luo Xiaohu was so angry that he wanted to beat him, but because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat this fat man, Luo Xiaohu couldn't help but do nothing, not to mention that his fist hitting a large piece of fat meat probably wouldn't cause any harm to others.

"Accept it, go home" Luo Xiaohu said angrily to Laifu.

So the second day passed like this, and when Luo Xiaohu came out again on the third day, he naturally didn't have to worry about people searching, the assassins had already run away without a trace, and even Luo Xiaohu didn't know when they left, but unfortunately now no one was looking for the ballast at the door, and even the old peacock of Wang Fork Egg disappeared all of a sudden.

In the next few days, the outdoor sketching went smoothly, in addition to teaching the fat prince Fu Wei a song every day, the life was called a fulfillment.

As soon as the nine days were over, Luo Xiaohu asked the models to go home, and he started the next creation in his studio, while Fu Wei changed it to take his orchestra to Luo Xiaohu's courtyard on time at nine o'clock every day, waiting for the sun to set before leaving.

For a whole month and a half, Luo Xiaohu honestly threw himself on this painting, painting a pointillism portrait of Alesteaya in his free time, and every day he didn't step out of the door, and gradually the style of the whole painting changed dramatically.

"Master, master!" Rifle stood in the doorway, knocking softly on the studio door.

Luo Xiaohu heard this: "Come in", and continued to pounce on the painting.

Laifu gently pushed the door open and walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his owner standing in front of the painting, carefully carving some details.

In a huge painting in front of me that is four meters long and two meters high, both the characters and the scenery seem to come to life, not to mention Fu Zheng, even Laifu, who does not understand art at all, also knows that the level of this painting is far beyond the so-called Lambert Ludo master.

This is easy to understand, Sodarland's paintings at this stage, the essence of whether they are good or not is what they look like and what they don't like, as long as they are not blind, they can tell whether the painting is good or not, Luo Xiaohu's things are very similar now, both the proportions of the figures and the gestures are very accurate, far more real than the works of Lambert Ludo.

"Master, this is a miracle."

Luo Xiaohu wiped his hands with a smile and jumped off the platform: "This is not completely drawn, and when it is completely drawn, you will know what is called photographic."

Luo Xiaohu is tired of hearing Laifu's praise, and the word miracle is repeated over and over, and there is nothing new in this regard.

"How is it, is there any news?" Luo Xiaohu asked Laifu.

"No, no one in the Archaeological Society of Red Rock City can recognize the location of the map you gave, and some people say that the place you drew may have sunk to the bottom of the sea due to the changes in history."

Luo Xiaohu looked at Laifu's face and said, "Say anything straightforwardly, don't embellish, I'll hold it!"

Laifu glanced at Luo Xiaohuyan: "They said that there is no such place at all, you are playing with them."

Hearing this, Luo Xiaohu didn't get angry, but sighed and said, "Send it to another place for people to see."

The map sent by Luo Xiaohu is imprinted in his mind by the green-haired big roller, the map of seven or eight thousand years ago, it is naturally a little changed now, maybe the original forest has become a wasteland, and the river has become a ridge.

"Master, Red Rock City is already the most authoritative in ancient studies," Rifle said.

"Let's let the experts of the archaeological associations in other places take a look" Luo Xiaohu didn't know what to say, this felt like the 100 million that his own Lao Tzu put in the bank, he knew the account password but he would never get the money, is there anything sadder in the world!

Luo Xiaohu was sighing in his heart, when he suddenly heard a voice in the courtyard downstairs: "Darafael, hurry up, introduce you to a friend!"

As soon as he heard this voice, Luo Xiaohu knew that it was Fu Wei who came over, and after so many days of getting along, Luo Xiaohu and Fu Wei also became friends, not good friends, but wine and meat friends are also friends.

Luo Xiaohu doesn't like Fu Wei because he feels that he and he are not all the way, and he feels that this person's brain is a little abnormal. But this prince has always flaunted fairness, and he thinks he is the embodiment of justice and chivalry, which is somewhat of a hypocrite in Luo Xiaohu's eyes.

Therefore, although Luo Xiaohu and Fu Wei are intersecting, they are far from the heart-to-heart area.

Hearing Fu Wei's voice, Luo Xiaohu was not interested in going out to greet who was coming, and he was not interested in caring about who, when the painting had not yet taken effect, Fu Wei began to introduce his friends in the music circle, and when he painted brilliantly, he began to introduce friends in the art circle, not only those who were engaged in painting, but also those who were engaged in drama and the like, who knows who this product brought today.

Now Luo Xiaohu is bent on painting this well, and then collecting his gambling money, and then he will go to find his treasure, get the magic note to make a big imperial law, and look for the notes of the space magician Leonardo Finch while running rampant on the mainland, and then go back to his own earth, and live the second half of his life in a prosperous manner.