121: The truth was always this way.

The truth was always this way.

The brushwork was elegant and elegant without any hesitation. It was the same for freehand Chinese painting. It focused on the charm and charm. The faster the brushwork was, the more fluid and unrestrained the brushwork would be. At the same time, it was a great test for the strength and composition of the painting. 0

It was obvious that Lucheng could do everything. Now, he had used his actual actions to prove to them that he had another new skill.

ZuoSiLi saw that his mouth had grown wide from suspicion to admiration. He almost worshipped him. His uncle was simply not a human being. He was a man, so it was fine if he was serious about his work. He could still choose and choose his family and put it on his work. Now, he actually proved that his painting was so good. For a man to do this, he was no longer a human, but a god!

ZuoWeiYang didn't write ZuoSiLi admiration on his face like that, but he was deeply impressed.

When the brush was finished, Mo He blossomed on the hem of her skirt. His meridians were clear and lifelike. It was clearly just a simple ink color, but it turned into lotus. The ink painting was a fascinating art. If there was one more point, it would be greasy. If there was one less point, it would be faint. It seemed like a few simple strokes, but it took years of experience to draw one.

Speckled ink meant that this was especially so. She had always longed for herself to draw such a graceful painting, but she probably had too many thoughts in her heart and could not draw it. Now, she finally saw someone who could draw such a painting. It was actually Lucheng.

He drew a painting that he had always wanted to draw but couldn't draw. Could it be understood that God had let him know him to fill a gap in his life? Was this the case for every love in this world?

She lowered her head for a long time before she could lift it up. The Mo He on her skirt was too beautiful, and the painting of him was too beautiful.

Lucheng looked at her painting for a while, and even more so at her. A smile appeared in her eyes.

"It looks good."

Then, he stretched his pen to the side. Immediately, a sensible ZuoSiLi stepped forward to pick up the pen for his idol. Then, he took his short legs and turned around to put it on.

The words "good-looking" lingered in ZuoWeiYang ears. In a daze, there was an illusion that he was really stepping on the water surface and his feet were full of lotus leaves. The wind brushed past and swayed, almost causing him to lose his footing.

After thinking for a long time, she couldn't help but ask him in a low voice:

"Are you talking about your painting or... "Are you talking about me?"

Lucheng smiled but didn't say anything, but his eyes never moved away from her. How could ZuoWeiYang have the nerve to ask this again? Since he could n' t get a response, he could only pretend that he had never asked and lowered his head and didn't say anything.

This room had become a paradise that ignored the affairs of the world. They made paintings for a living, gambled on books and splashed tea. They didn't know that time would last, and time would come.

However, in the mortal world, everyone was just a person within the threshold. Soon, the short silence was broken. Zhao'sMom went upstairs to shout for them to eat, there was a fiery atmosphere in the world.

"Let's all rest. It's not too late to finish the painting after we go downstairs." Zhao'sMom chuckled. At the same time, he noticed that ZuoWeiYang was different from the pure white dress when he first entered the room. He did n' t know when it had a few more beautiful lotus flowers. Although it was the middle-aged man's beauty, everyone's senses were the same for the real beauty." What's wrong with this dress, Miss? It's really beautiful."

ZuoWeiYang took a few steps forward to walk in front of Zhao'sMom. He held her hand and took the lead to walk out. Two men, one big and one small, naturally followed closely behind him.

"Is it good?" "Just now."

She and Zhao'sMom walked in front of them, and their coquettish looks fell into the eyes of the people behind them. A smile had already unknowingly appeared on the corner of someone's mouth.

"I don't understand your young man's style. Is there anything else that can be painted on your clothes?" The group of people went downstairs to the dining table. Zhao'sMom could n' t help but sigh," But, no matter what, it's really pretty."

The few of them chatted and laughed, attracting the attention of the Ruan Hao who walked out of the kitchen. They happened to face their daughter, and their eyes were immediately grabbed by a conspicuous skirt.

"You're... "Mo He?"

ZuoWeiYang's eyes curved and she nodded." Mommy is really smart."

"What kind of blind person? If he can't even see through it, what's the difference between him and a blind person?"

What kind of experience was being mercilessly exposed by his own biological mother? ZuoWeiYang smiled sheepishly and could not reply.

On the other hand, Lucheng began to smooth things over for his wife in front of her mother-in-law." Mother, this is just something I casually painted for ZuoWeiYang. From the looks of it, her dress seems to be a bit monotonous. It's not something that has gained the surface. If you do n' t laugh at it, you will be merciful to the younger generation."

Lucheng's words made Ruan Hao feel a little embarrassed. She had just casually joked about her daughter and did n' t mean anything bad about the painting, but her son-in-law seemed to have misunderstood. This was a little embarrassing.

It wouldn't matter if it was just her own matter. She could n' t be bothered to explain it, but since it was related to her daughter, she had to explain it clearly so that there wouldn't be any misunderstanding between them.

"Lucheng, don't get me wrong. I' m saying ZuoWeiYang this child, he's always trying to figure it out. He's doing something unique and he's actually dragging you down. It's really not easy."

ZuoWeiYang was reprimanded as if he had returned to his primary school age. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Ruan Hao was gentle and quiet about everything, except for herself, who was a strict mother. Compared to her father, who was strict and gentle to outsiders, she was even more afraid of Ruan Hao.

"I understand." Lucheng nodded. He held ZuoWeiYang hand in his hand and whispered," Sit down, little friend."

ZuoWeiYang was angry. Who was a child? She was just more filial, okay?

But while he was angry, he still sat down silently. Ruan Hao and Zhao'sMom actually heard what Lucheng whispered to her. They exchanged glances with each other and sat down silently. ZuoSiLi sensibly waited until all the adults sat down before daring to sit down.

At noon, there were only a few of them. Zuo Junyuan and ZuoJian Xiao were at the company, and Xie Luo had been accompanying her. So ZuoSiLi might have misunderstood his father. He didn't care about his family, but because Xie Luo had always been by his side. What he couldn't care about was ZuoSiLi this third party.

The truth of the matter was always so insidious. Compared to understanding reality, it might be better for the child to have a beautiful childhood. Therefore, no one dared to reveal this secret to ZuoSiLi child for so many years.

The meal was quite harmonious. Although he didn't say anything, he did n' t feel any restraint at all. Instead, there was a bit of an ordinary family atmosphere. After the meal, he Zhao'sMom cleaned up with ZuoWeiYang. ZuoSiLi also wanted to step in and was rushed upstairs to do his homework.

Ruan Hao stood aside and hesitated for a moment before calling Lucheng into the courtyard.

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