Chapter Seven.

Brother Xiao, are you teaching the morning session today? Except for me, none of the other sisters have class today. Let's go together later.

Xiao Huai looked at the beautiful handwriting of Juan Xiu, and suddenly felt a touch of emotion.

Just like in a painting, Nan Zilu appears like a young girl who is not yet worldly-wise, especially her eyes, which are innocent and pure, with a hint of confusion as if she has just entered the world. This is portrayed exceptionally well in the painting.

At this moment, being able to eat and joke around with them, Xiao Huai suddenly began to enjoy this kind of life.

"Really?" Nan Zilu's face was full of joy, and she hugged the painting tightly, saying, "No exchange." Then she looked up and asked, "Sister Jing, can you tell me which market is good?"

Xiao Huai looked at their intimate appearance, suddenly feeling like he had merged into this atmosphere. Since he was young and relatively lonely, he could only practice martial arts every day. When he was in the small town and had contact with some girls, perhaps subconsciously, he was seeking this kind of friendship. However, in the end, he only obtained some lust.

Shui Xianxue was also shocked. She was a girl who was quite sensitive to art and had considerable accomplishments. At this moment, seeing Xiao Huai casually painting as if he was painting a heavenly sound, it made her almost leap with excitement! Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she bit her lip, afraid that the exclamation in her heart would burst out loudly!

Xiao Huai shook his head and said, "Actually, it's just a kind of sentiment. Perhaps if it were a different time, I would just smile faintly when I see that painting."

After listening to Xiao Huai's words, several girls at the dining table suddenly felt that he was a mysterious and approachable person. Although he deliberately avoided talking about his background, they could sense a faint sadness, which made the girls become more friendly towards Xiao Huai.

南紫露 suddenly asked, "Xiao Gege, have you studied painting?" She thought of the moment when Xiao became almost obsessed with that painting.

I wash quickly.

He quite likes light blue, but his mind is racing at the moment: it couldn't possibly be made by Huadanjing; Nan Zilu's innocence has not yet faded, so she wouldn't naturally think so thoughtfully; and Shuixianxue is an elegant yet somewhat introverted girl.

At this moment, Nan Zilu also learned about the underground martial arts competition and went to ask Xiao Huai. The shyness from earlier had disappeared: "Brother Xiao, your martial arts are very good... It's a pity that I didn't see your competition just now, what a shame..."

Flower lightly smiled and pinched Nan Zilu's nose: "I'll take you there tomorrow."

Hmm! However, last time Sister Manman checked for me and said that my body is not suitable for martial arts, so... Nan Zilu stuck out her tongue and said, "The more unattainable something is, the more it's worth missing." She asked Hua Danjing, "Sister Jing, is that the original quote?"

Xiao Huai's feeling towards painting started with the cloth egg tempera painting "The Birth of Venus" on the wall of his master's room. The ideas of the painter Botticelli were full of contradictions. This outstanding Italian painter boldly used fully naked figures, with clear and elegant shapes, graceful and elegant, and vivid and smooth lines, like delicate lyrical poetry.

Lulu, come, shall we exchange? Weren't you the one who used to like Xiaobaitu underwear the most? I saw it today in the market, oh.

It seems like you really enjoy martial arts, Zilu.

Although he had a mischievous smile on his face, he was still gentle, considerate, refined, and even mysterious, and perhaps even a little melancholic. They teased him on the surface, but deep down they longed to connect with him.

Flower Dan Jing smiled lightly and patted her shoulder: "Zilu has grown up."

After the meal, Nan Zilu couldn't wait to let https://www.hetushu.com's Xiao Huai start painting. There was rice paper prepared in the room, and Xiao Huai's brush flew across the paper effortlessly, without intentionally painting anything. However, this kind of free and unrestrained style is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Looking at the painting in Nan Zi Lu's hand, several girls all had peculiar thoughts: What kind of person will Xiao Huai ultimately be?

Of course, Miss Wen's skills are very exquisite, consider yourself lucky. Hua Danjing looked smug.

The next morning, Xiao Huai woke up feeling as if he had dreamt of a lonely girl with a slender figure and a pitiful appearance. However, upon careful reflection, he couldn't recall the girl's face. He didn't dwell on it and walked into the living room. Suddenly, he realized that he didn't have any toiletries and thought to make do with whatever was available. As a free-spirited person, he was surprised to find a note written to him when he walked into the bathroom.

Xiao Huai saw the smiling eyes of several girls and couldn't help but say, "Actually, this painting is inspired by the artistic conception of 'The Birth of Venus'. I am just standing on her shoulders and borrowing some techniques."

Xiao Huai heard Xiao Nan Zi Lu rummaging in the bathroom, and the sound of toothbrushes clattering made him smile involuntarily.

Xiao Huai: The fifth one on the left is your washbasin, inside https://m.hetushu.com.com there are your towels, and the light blue tooth cup and toothbrush are yours.

Who is so considerate?

A few girls couldn't believe that Xiao Huai casually sketched Nan Zi Lu from reality, making her look extraordinary. Therefore, they believed even more in Xiao Huai's painting skills. No wonder he was full of that mysterious confidence during the conversation just now. With his level of painting, he can be said to have reached the pinnacle, and the level of a generation of painters is nothing more than that.

My older brother is really modest. Nan Zilu held the painting in her arms and didn't let anyone take it away. Her innocent appearance made others smile.

Then I'll wait for you.

Brother Xiao, good morning.

Last night, Nan Zilu had a strange dream. She was carried away by a tiger, but Xiao Gege came to her rescue. He then took her to a wonderful art studio and painted with her. She was very happy, but when she turned around, her brother was gone. She desperately searched for him but kept getting lost.

In the morning, she kicked her legs and when she woke up, she suddenly suspected that it was all a dream. She doubted that there was never a brother Xiao in her accommodation until she saw Xiao Huai in the washroom, then she excitedly clenched her fist.

Xiao is almost certain that it was Wen Manman who did it. She is a gentle girl who is considerate of others, always thinking ahead for them, and she will also carefully observe if he has forgotten to bring his toiletries.

As for Xiao Huai's hobbies, once he likes something, he will definitely develop a strong interest and must understand everything about it. Just like his liking for this painter, he then developed a liking for all elegant paintings. And his master is even cultivating his aesthetic taste.

Oh, yeah. Nan Zilu said happily.

Xiao smiled wryly and said, "I will definitely perform it for you in the future."

Xiao Huai put the note in his pocket as if it were a treasure. He felt warm for the first time.

After a meal was cooked, Wen Manman brought several exquisite dishes to the table. Xiao Huai couldn't help but praise, "The taste is really good!"

In China, there are too many biased views on painting, even to the point of being closed-minded. Some artists even fail to paint a tiger and end up with a dog, which disappoints Xiao Huai. After gaining a deep understanding of painting and reaching an extremely advanced level in his own artwork, Xiao Huai decided to switch to studying music.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xiao Huai finished painting. This is a painting depicting Nan Zilu. In the painting, she is smiling lightly, reaching out to scoop water. Her slender body evokes a sense of pity.

After washing up, Xiao Huai saw Nan Zilu, who was still sleepy, walking in at the door.