After eating, everyone got together for a brief chat and digested their food.

Half an hour later, everyone changed their casualness and entered the bedroom.

Get down to business.

There are guests from afar, and they are "distinguished guests" like Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan, Lu An also gritted his teeth and paid for it, not only lighting a red candle thicker than his thumb on each side of the easel.

Also changed the light bulbs.

5 watts become 45 watts, and the whole bedroom suddenly becomes extraordinarily bright. There was no secret where the bright light passed, even the spiders that were copulating in the cracks of the wooden planks in the walls were startled.

If the spider can scold people at this moment, he will definitely scold: Is it easy for me? The cowherd in our line can only be used for 20 seconds, and if you stare at it like this, I will climb up and come down.

Lu An looked at the spider with teeth and claws, and felt that these two goods were scolding themselves, but they couldn't find evidence, and they couldn't put their fingers in it in front of a beauty like Yu Guanzhi to fight with it.

But when his eyes swept over Meng Qingchi's face, he thought to himself: No, this light is so fucking bright, it will be inconvenient to kiss and sleep with Sister Qingchi in the future.

I'll have to change it back tomorrow.

Or hang curtains.

Well, I'm really a genius, and I can figure out this method. You have to hang two layers, and the inner layer must be black, or it will be live on the curtains.

Imagine a scene of a man walking a tightrope on top of two iconic buildings, and dozens of people outside staring at each other.

Hiss! The chicken is too big to fit in a bowl.

With his previous experience, Zeng Xin easily set the angle on the chair.

Yu Guanzhi, Chen Quan, and Zhou Kun were also in their places, all looking at him quietly, waiting for him to make a move.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Meng Qingchi walked over and asked worriedly, "Xiao An, do you have a headache?" ”

Lu An shook his head: "No, Sister Qingchi, don't worry, I'm just adapting to this light, this new light is too bright." ”

Listen, lying is called professionalism.

Meng Qingchi observed him carefully, and after confirming that it was really okay, he also returned to his original position and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She didn't know how to draw, so she didn't stand behind Lu An like the other three to watch, so it was more comfortable to sit like this.

A minute later, Lu An picked one of the more than a dozen brushes and began to paint.

Yu Guanzhi's gaze wandered between the brushes and paints for a few times, and then fell to the easel.

With the previous draft, coupled with Lu An's current level of painting, he painted very smoothly this night, almost in one go.

Luan paints with ease. Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan also saw it relaxed, and they didn't feel a little sleepy after staying up all night with him, and the two parties who realized it at dawn were a little surprised, but they didn't expect to be with him all night.

As for Zhou Kun, he is probably the most excited one in the bedroom. He hated that he had four eyes and two heads, and he hated that he could forcibly memorize all of Lu An's skills, and then go home and slowly ponder them.

However, Zeng Xin was a little uncomfortable sitting motionless, and Lu An let her sleep like that in the middle.

Meng Qingchi was fine at first, and he could hold on, but after late at night, he felt a little cold, so he went outside to burn a pot of charcoal and came in, and the red charcoal fire suddenly made the house much warmer.

Just after 5 o'clock in the morning, the first oil painting was completed.

Lu An said to Zeng Xin: "Miss Zeng, come and see, are you satisfied?" ”

Hearing this, Zeng Xin jumped down from his seat, came to him in a few steps, and then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed happily:

"It's so similar, it's vivid, I've never been so expressive."

It is said that art comes from reality and is higher than reality, Miss Zeng, you are really a little worse than oil painting.

Lu An said in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's good if you like it, then the second painting, are you resting?" Or continue? ”

Zeng Xin was full of interest: "It's not dawn yet, continue to continue, I've been asleep for several hours, and I'm in good spirits now." ”

This answer hit Lu An's heart, and he nodded immediately: "That's it, let's start, and strive to finish it before dinner." ”

He didn't care about Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan behind him, whether they were willing to continue to watch or go back to the hotel to sleep, they all let it be.

Although he was very eager to hug his thighs, the old man knew that it would not end well to be a dog licker from the beginning. Those who engage in art must have a clear and high level in art.

What is this called?

It's called wanting to welcome or refuse.

It's called the time has not come.

If the time comes, he will be more enthusiastic and generous than anyone else, two hundred million and two hundred million, without wrinkling his eyebrows, and he can give 7 times in one night.

Unexpectedly, Yu Guanzhi did not leave. It's just that I was tired of standing and woke up from the world in the painting to find that my feet were a little numb, so I went back to the sofa, and closed my eyes and pretended to sleep for about two hours.

Meng Qingchi was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he not only moved the charcoal fire next to her, but also found a blanket that she covered herself.

Yu Guanzhi smiled slightly, said thank you, but he was not polite, holding the edge of the blanket with both hands and stretching it, covering himself.

As the number one dogleg, Zhou Kun asked with concern: "Guanzhi, do you want me to send Ling to the hotel for a rest meeting?"

The distance is not very far, less than 20 minutes to get there. ”

Yu Guanzhi said: "No, I'll just lean on the sofa, such an opportunity is rare, you can study more." ”

The sentence "Rare opportunity" made Meng Qingchi's heart flutter, it seems that this Miss Yu still recognizes Xiao An's painting level.

In this way, she was very satisfied, and she was even much more motivated to cook today.

Young Yu Guanzhi rested for a while. But the old Chen Quan was old and strong, and he was still in place, staring at Lu An without blinking. When Luan is not painting, he observes his side face; Lu An looked at the painting when he started the brush, and when Lu An mixed the paint, his eyes followed again.

Xiaobai got up on time at 5 o'clock in the morning every day, first went to the outside yard for a walk, and then ate, drank and Lazar to have a set, and then he made a move that made all men envious.

I saw that the dog circled around the sofa a few times, and finally lay directly on his back at Yu Guanzhi's feet, with his legs spread out, his eyes looking at the woman on the sofa, and a strange sound from his mouth.

This is a typical mother's full of lust, as if he was in a hurry and shouted: Miss Yu, come and touch me.

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