Lu Nancy was thinking about how not to fall off the horse in front of the whole family, when he heard the voice of the old lady behind him.

"What are you thinking there? Stupid. ”

It turned out that he had been standing at the corner of the stairs for too long, which aroused the old lady's suspicions.

He just raised his head and swept over the ink painting hanging in front of him, "Your painting of sitting on the mountains is really good, but this character is not very good." ”

He could barely make out the words, and as for the signature, it was called standing or something, and the words were so ugly.

When Mrs. Qi heard him mention this painting, she immediately became angry, "I didn't paint this picture, go sleep with you." ”

"Okay." Lu Nancy took advantage of this reason and slipped back into the room.

Before passing by Song Mo's room, he paused, raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but stopped.

He had to think about how much he had to tell her.

I'd better wait until she finds out for herself.

Song Mo lay on the bed, flipping through the old photo album he found in his hand, looking at the women in the old photos.

Bloodline is a very mysterious thing.

She hadn't seen her mother, but when she saw people in the photos, she felt kind.

Her hands should be as warm as her grandmother's.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the two sisters in the photo.

Watching the moon and watching the clouds, a pair of sisters, now the moon is falling and the clouds are scattered, which is embarrassing.

My cousin should be a beauty like my mother......

The next day, Song Mo ate and washed his hands, and followed his grandmother upstairs.

Mrs. Qi is a famous painter of Chinese painting, and her studio is also large, and there are countless paintings hanging on the wall.

When she walked into the door with Song Mo, there was already someone in the studio.

The young man had his back to the two of them, his long hair was coiled, his neck was thin, and his body was thin.

He didn't move when he heard the sound of the door opening, and waited for him to finish painting before turning around.

"Grandma, sister, are you here?" The voice was soft, like silk wrapped around a person, very soft.

Song Mo can be regarded as completely seeing the human face.

The history books record that Hou is a good woman, and when I saw her today, I realized that there are really men in the world who can be more beautiful than women.

"You're my cousin?"

"Nancy Lu, my name."

"Sounds like a girl's name."

It's still the name in English textbooks.

"I'm not in good health, so I just want a man to take a woman's name, and I just want to live a long and peaceful life."

His face was sickly white without blood, and his body was thin, apparently unhealed.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, grandma, what do you think of my flower?" He turned to look at Old Lady Qi.

The old lady lightly nodded his forehead, walked over to the desk, and looked at it.

"You kid is painting lotus flowers," she laughed when she saw the painting, "I have always painted lotus flowers with white petals or pink, but you are black flowers and white leaves, which is very interesting." ”

There is something eerie about how it looks.

"Recently, I've been trying to break out of the original style, so it's time to try." He took out cinnabar and dotted it on the lotus canopy in the heart of the flower.

A little vermilion in the black, like bright blood.

Song Mo also came over and watched together.

This ink lotus, the pen is elegant, it can be seen that the painter has strong composition skills, and the three lotus flowers have different postures but do not give people a sense of crowding.

"It's amazing."

Mrs. Qi excitedly introduced, "This kid is painting oil paintings, and he will be exhibited in the art museum in the past few days. ”

Eastern and Western paintings are not of the same origin, but they have some common beauty.

"That's right, I'm going to get the ticket." Lu Nancy said and walked out.

When he came to the door, he seemed to remember something, and looked back, "Cousin, do you want to bring someone to accompany you, it just so happens that a friend of mine has also come here to play these days, let her take you." ”

Song Mo felt that his appearance was a little familiar for a moment, but he couldn't say it.

"Okay." It's okay to have someone with you.

Taking advantage of the time when Nancy went to get the ticket, Mrs. Qi pulled her and began to teach her to draw again.

Song Mo held the pen and carefully dropped the stroke, not destroying the drawing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be so nervous, calligraphy and painting are just casual and relaxing." The old lady patted her on the back.

She was very fond of this granddaughter.

Just like an uncarved piece of jade, carving with dedication will show a different kind of beauty.

As for Nancy, he is more like a work of art that has been made, and he already has his own set of aesthetics and style, and no matter how much she teaches, she can't change much.

Song Mo imitated the picture drawn by Nancy Lu and sketched a white lotus.

"Yes, yes, that's it, you see you don't draw very well......" Mrs. Qi encouraged, and as she spoke, she flipped out her phone.

She wants to post the pictures of her two grandsons to the circle of friends and show off those little sisters.

"I'm back." Lu Nancy knocked on the door and handed the ticket to Song Mo.

Song Mo stared at his face, feeling more and more familiar.

She'd probably seen him.

And the sound is familiar.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Lu Nancy's eyes stared at her, slightly curved.

The doubts in Song Mo's heart were suddenly thrown aside.

My cousin is the same as the owner of the piano shop? It's a bit of a coincidence.

And this voice is not like it.

Lu Nancy looked at the little girl with a puzzled face and breathed a sigh of relief.

He deliberately adjusted his voice to make it sound different from what she had heard before; As for my grandmother, I probably only think that he has a little cold again, and his voice has changed.

And he deliberately coiled up his hair today, and used his hair to modify the shape of his head, and the outline of her impression was to the left, and she could see the similarity, but she would not associate it together.

The more natural the reaction, the more perfect the cover.

On the ticket is an oil painting by Lu Nancy, with bright light and shadow, and the characters are lifelike.

However, the place is remote, and you have to take the subway several stops.

"Thank you, cousin." She accepted the ticket.

"I'll give you her contact information." Lu Nancy turned on her phone and sent her her trumpet.

Lu Nancy's friend is called Mo Rong, and the photo is himself.

However, the girl's photo is wearing makeup, and her original appearance cannot be seen.

"Is it a girl?" Mrs. Qi also came over to look at the photo, "I just don't know if it's possible to ......"

She swept towards Lu Nancy.

This kid is not too young, he talked about one in high school, but unfortunately he didn't see him call any woman after this kid broke up, and at the age of other famous children, he even had children, and this kid just has no news.

This kind of thing is CP, and when you get old, you become an introduction to big girls and young men.

Grandma is worried about your .jpg

Lu Nancy just laughed, "It's impossible, whose girl can look at my body." ”

His health was very poor, and although he was cured of his heart problem by surgery in his early years, he was sent abroad because he was involved in the struggle of the head of the Lu family. During that time, he didn't eat and live well, and his body is still weak.

Moreover, after being injected with the reagent, his reaction was a little violent, and he occasionally passed out.

Except for her, no one looks down on him as a sick seedling.

Let's ask my little cousin to show me how to change my head

(End of chapter)