Master Mo is really like a stuttering master, quite kind. After a rough understanding of her situation, he asked: "If you don't have a basic foundation in painting, it will be a little more difficult. What is the main purpose of learning tattoos?"

"Give me a tattoo." Baoqi replied.

Apparently surprised, Master Mo immediately smiled again: "This is simple, you can tattoo it without learning it yourself."

"No, I have to come here by myself." Bao Qi grinned, afraid that he would not understand, so he added: "No, it's not very convenient."

He nodded in a clear way. People with some skills in the world are generally self-advocating and are not nervous to pursue other people's privacy. After a few seconds of silence, Master Mo looked at the embarrassing stuttering again, and finally nodded, "Okay, you come here to learn from tomorrow. As for the level you can learn, it depends on your own. If you have time, you can learn some basic knowledge of painting first. It is still useful to cram the Buddha for a while."

It was like a master who was learning art. The man talked to her a lot of things, including the concept of tattoos and other things. Baoqi sat on the chair next to her, nodding her head while listening. She was stunned by being frightened, feeling a little emotional and surprised. It was really like a mountain. I thought it was quite easy, but I didn't expect it to be so complicated.

In the following time, she excitedly walked around the mall with Xiao Shuba for a while, then went back to Dijing Villa to pack up her own things, and finally returned to the Leng House.

Although the excuse for the college entrance examination cram school is good, it is easy to get suspicious when living in the second uncle for a long time. It is good to be too arrogant and attract the attention of the mother. It is not a joke. Whether it is her or Leng Xiao, they all know this.

So, when she called him and told him that she was home, he just said "um" and said nothing else.

Before going home, she went to a stationery store and bought some painting tools, from sketches to gouache and watercolors. She bought everything she thought was useful. She also went to Wenxuan Bookstore to buy a basic painting book, and prepared to go home to study it carefully.

She is the kind of impatient person who doesn't do it, and starts immediately as soon as she does it.

Therefore, at night, when Leng Xiao came home, when he saw her, he learned to draw painting in the bedroom with flowers and grass in front of the desk lamp.

A cold face suddenly became gloomy and he pulled her up without hesitation.

"Want to take the exam for the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Hearing her voice, Baoqi raised her head from the drawing paper and glanced at him quickly. There was a trace of oil and stains on her face. However, it was rare that she did not pounce on him immediately and hug him. Instead, she continued to bury her head and rubbed her, muttering and preaching: "Hey, you don't understand this, right?! Where does a girl's noble cell come from, it has to start by cultivating artistic cells."

She took a turn to pull the topic apart, not daring to tell him that learning painting is trying to learn tattoos, so she was going to do it first and then do it.

Why?

She still remembered that when she saw Xiao Shuba's tattoo that day, his cold and fierce look at him was so terrible! It was so terrible that she didn't doubt it at all. If she told him the truth now, then 200% of her tattoo would have died.

Therefore, her plan was to cook the raw rice into cooked rice. When he saw his beautiful tattoo, he would act coquettishly and coax him. At worst, he would be scolded by him, put on a cold face for two days, and give him some benefits on the bed. No matter how angry he was, he would disappear. After all, he had tattoos and there was no way to change it.

Yes, that's it.

“Not doing your job properly.”

Fortunately, he just scolded her coldly, then went directly to the bathroom and did not continue to ask her.

Baoqi felt very happy as he secretly looked at his tall back disappearing into the door.

But……

I don't know if she doesn't have the talent for painting, so she tried her best to follow it. However, the rose flowers on the drawing paper still have no beauty or dynamics. Even except herself, no one can tell what their prototype is.

Sure enough, after a while, the man who left the bathroom wiped his hair with a towel, and stood by and frowned and asked her.

"What did you draw?"

Sorry, he glanced at him and said with a tight face, "Didn't you see it's a rose?"

"Is that?" Leng's eyes drooped slightly, and Leng Xiao had no expression on his face, but the following words almost made her vomit blood and die. "I thought it was a pool of mosquito blood."

Damn, is it that bad?

Inhale, exhale, and inhale again, she finally swallowed the blood and blood that surged into her throat, glanced at him with a smile and said, "Hey, don't look down on others. Although my painting skills are a little bad, the way of heaven rewards hard work and hard work pays off. Maybe one day I will become a person like Qiao Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong..."

His eyebrows jumped hard, and Leng Xiao turned around lightly.

After walking two or three steps, his tall body suddenly moved back, as if he couldn't stand it anymore. He sat next to her like a big mountain, holding the towel in his hand and rubbed her little cat-like face, and spoke coldly expressionlessly.

"It's not Qiao Baishi, it's Qi Baishi."

"Uh! Is that true? Are you sure your surname is Qi? No, I remember that my name is Qiao Baishi." Bao Niuer blushed and the duck was stubborn.

Leng coldly glanced at her red face, Leng Xiao did not continue to speak.

Then, he shook off the towel, carried her collar directly, and lifted her up and sat on his legs. Then, he grabbed the paintbrush from her hand, pinched her waist with one hand and prevented her from twisting it. He held the pen with the other hand and modified it on the drawing paper that she drew was so confused that she had drawn.

Ahhh!

Bao Qi opened her mouth slightly, lying in his arms, and would not move anymore-

Emma, ​​Virgin Maria, the omnipotent ancestor, Tathagata Buddha in the West, save her! What's the situation?!

I saw that on the table, the rose flowers that he had just mocked as a pool of mosquito blood suddenly changed qualitatively under his wonderful hands. The petals, the dewdrops, the swaying posture, the fresh and beautiful shape, the lifelike and the wonderful... Oh my god, the exquisite techniques of Xiao Ye's paintings made Baoqi shocked her glasses.

Tsk tsk tsk!

After apnea for several seconds, she finally exclaimed in an amazement, "Uncle Second, what exactly are you who can't do? Why do I feel that you know more than that Russian guy named Pu?"
Chapter completed!