Lu Jinghan quickly walked up the second floor and pushed open the door of Xia Xiaomu's room to check.

Most of the clothes were used in class, and the entries he was going to submit, "Time", the oil painting tools were neatly arranged.

"I'll probably come back."

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Xia Xiaomu's phone number-no one answered.

Another quick message was sent:—Where?

I stared at the phone screen and waited quietly for five minutes--no reply.

He leaned against the wall in a restless mood and said to himself: "Little liar, I have promised to contact me first no matter what it is, and I went home without saying a word."

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The person who suddenly appeared at the door scared Xia Xiaomu's heart, screamed, jumped up and retreated.

The man in front of him had long black hair disguised, his eyes were dull, and his face covered his beard.

Wrapped in a black coat and wearing black pants, she stood barefoot at the door, like a black savage suddenly appeared in the primitive deep forest.

The man quickly said, "Mumu, Mumu, don't be afraid, I'm my father."

Xia Xiaomu was stunned: The original owner’s father? Xia Qianbai?

He wanted to ask, why do you look like this, but he was afraid that Xia Qianbai would look like this, so he didn't ask.

He said, "You should scratch your beard, and you have hair. Should you cut it shorter?"

Xia Qianbai grabbed his hair, "I haven't been busy for half a year, I've been so long. I originally wanted to come back in three months, but I didn't expect something happened during the journey, which was delayed. Your living expenses are long gone, right? I blame my dad for not leaving more money for you before leaving."

Xia Xiaomu: What an unreliable father?

"It's okay, I have living expenses." Xia Xiaomu pointed to the paintings in the room and asked him: "What are you going to deal with these? Is it a waste to put them like this?"

Xia Qianmo picked up one on the ground and threw it away: "It's good to be happy when drawing."

Who is it?!

Xia Xiaomu shook her head in her heart, but she probably knew that some painters had unique personalities and crazy behaviors, and only enjoyed the pleasure brought by painting, but never cared about the value of his works.

When you look at the messy appearance of your home, you can see that there are so many people who can't manage life and are simply a fairy painter.

Xia Xiaomu: "Don't throw it around, we clean up the house, so messy that there is no ground to even get off the ground."

Xia Qianbai said "Oh" without any turmoil, lowered his head and picked up the painting on the ground, and organized it in a very good manner.

Very obedient.

Soon, Xia Xiaomu discovered that among the paintings in the room that were discarded randomly, there was a large picture frame that was well kept and stood on a table, with a layer of cloth covering the frame.

He walked over, lifted the canvas a little, and stopped moving.

It is an oil painting of a woman in a bikini sitting on the beach.

Because the portrait was half covered by cloth, Xia Xiaomu did not see the appearance of the woman in the painting, but only saw that the woman in the painting was very sexy and exposed.

When Xia Qianbai saw the painting, his eyes stagnated: "I want to see your mother's portrait again."

Mother!!

He doesn't want to watch it anymore.

Immediately cover the entire cloth.

What kind of dad is this?! Just put out the portrait of your wife wearing a bikini.

Fortunately, a piece of cloth was covered on it.

Xia Qianbai's dull eyes looked at Xia Xiaomu for a while and said, "Mumu, you are really becoming more and more like your mother."

Alas, fortunately I am not like you, like a savage.

Xia Xiaomu saw another painting, which was a jungle in the dark. Although the canvases have been deformed and the colors have become dark due to improper preservation, it can still be seen that the painting is very outstanding, especially the hazy feeling of the jungle under the night. The color tuning skills are very similar to Xie Weiwan's "Hamish of Misty Rain".

Xia Xiaomu pointed to the painting and asked hesitantly: "Can you teach me the color adjustment methods and techniques like this that draw hazy feeling?"

Hearing Xia Xiaomu's words, Xia Qianbai's eyes were dull and his eyes were like dead fish's eyes lit up instantly. He walked over quickly, pulled Xia Xiaomu's hand, and asked in surprise: "Mumu! Are you finally willing to learn painting with your father?!"

Xia Xiaomu was shocked. Xia Qianbai was quite tall, with long hair, beard and black outfit. It was really scary to see such a person suddenly approaching.

He wanted to pull his hand back, "If you want to teach me, I will learn."

"Mumu!" Xia Qianmo grabbed him tighter: "Are you no longer angry with your father? Dad is so happy."

The original owner deliberately pissed off his father and did not learn painting with his father. Is it because he chose Chinese paintings that he also wanted to go against his father?

But he soon stopped thinking about this. He covered his nose with one hand and pushed Xia Qianbai away with the other: "How many days have you not taken a shower?!"

Xia Qianbai taught me as soon as he taught me. After taking a shower, I cleaned myself up, opened the painting board, stretched the canvas and started to adjust the color. Although the house was messy, the oil painting tools were all available, and they were all the best paints and brushes, which were very easy to use.

Xia Qianbai showed Xia Xiaomu while showing the color to Xia, chatting with him: "This is actually the skill your mother is best at, and it is their unique skill. Now no one can surpass their coloring skills."

Xia Xiaomu asked, "My mother's family? Do their family also paint?"

Xia Qianmo pursed his lips and didn't say more.

In less than an hour, under Xia Qianbai's step-by-step teaching and guidance, Xia Xiaomu drew various hazy déjà vu, halo and other hazy feelings.

Xia Qianmo's dead fish eyes shone again, and she was surprised and proudly said: "It's not a pity that it's my son, Xia Qianbai, who mastered it so quickly. You must know that when I learned this technique from your mother, it took me half a month to make it up."

Xia Xiaomu was even more excited. The painting skills of "The Misty Rain" that surprised him a few days ago have now learned so quickly. He excitedly held the palette and kept drawing halos of various colors on the canvas.

He sincerely said to Xia Qianbai: "Thank you."

"What are you grateful for!" Xia Qianbai patted the back of his head: "You are willing to learn, I'm not too happy yet!"

When I started drawing, I forgot the time, and it was already night outside.

Xia Qianbai saw Xia Xiaomu who was still adjusting and painting colors and laughed with relief: "Mumu, you draw first, I'll make dinner for you."

Xia Xiaomu is getting more and more comfortable with paintings, and is getting more and more excited. She seems to feel that her painting skills have risen to a higher level, and she is so happy that she almost wants to jump up.

After painting a portrait for Jing Yi last week, I felt that I couldn't draw it and was a little dejected, so Lu Jinghan comforted him.

I really want to tell Lu Jinghan this good news!

Road Jinghan

When he thought of Lu Jinghan, his heart suddenly jumped and subconsciously touched his neck. In order not to let others see the bite marks, he deliberately wore a turtleneck sweater.

“It’s really unreasonable.”

He murmured, put down his brush, took out his cell phone from his schoolbag, and was shocked.

A full screen of missed calls and messages.

But Lu Jinghan had only one missed call and only two words of information - where?

All the rest is Ningning's.

He hesitated for a moment, and Ningning replied first.

Ning Ning almost yelled: "Little Mumu! What's wrong with you, the male god of Lu?!"

Xia Xiaomu:

"It's nothing. My dad called me home and came back."

"The male god called me just now, and I was so scared that I was about to have a heart attack! He asked me if I could contact you?"

Xia Xiaomu: "He asked you what you are doing?"

"How do I know! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so anxious to come back. He might have asked you when he saw that I was not at home."

"The tone of the male god seems to be very worried about your appearance. Have you replied to him?"

Worry?

There are only two words on the information - where?

I can't tell at all that I worry.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Xiaomu clicked Kailu Jinghan's avatar and typed a few words:--I am now at my house and will go back tomorrow night.

One hand touched the bitten neck, the other hand held the cell phone, and put the finger on the sending key hesitated.

Xia Qianmo bought dinner from outside and came back: "Mumu, come here to have a meal, and you also bought your favorite salted duck."

"Oh, OK." Xia Xiaomu replied, quickly deleted those words, exited the page, and closed the phone.

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Lu Jinghan and Jingyi were also having supper.

Aunt Wang brought out a bowl of soup and placed it on the dining table, saying, "I didn't think it was before, but now I find that Xiao Mu is missing at home, and it seems very quiet."

Jing Yi: "When will Brother Xiao Mu come back? It's so boring."

Lu Jinghan looked at her: "Ask him?"

"I put my phone upstairs, I'll ask later."
To be continued...