The proficiency life of rebirth

Chapter 60 Comics, novels, learning to draw?

Composition!

Take shape!

Build a frame!
Defining light and dark...

The moment Xu Dongjun picked up the brush, he entered a very mysterious state of emptiness.

Youdao is writing like a god, and it is his miraculous state.

As the paintbrush in his hand left colorful traces on the drawing paper, a gorgeous sunflower shrouded in sunlight gradually appeared at the tip of the brush and bloomed on the paper.

Time passed bit by bit, and the content on the drawing paper became more and more abundant.

Before she knew it, Wang Dongmei was busy in the kitchen.

After tidying up the kitchen, there is a table full of delicious food on the dining table, which is full of color and fragrance, and it makes people's index fingers move when they look at it.

Just when she was about to call Lin Youwei and the three to eat, she looked at the three on the balcony with both sharp and soft eyes, but the words fell silent when she reached her mouth.

In her eyes, Lin Youwei had already stood behind Xu Dongjun at some point.

But Xu Dongjun didn't seem to notice this, he waved the paintbrush in his right hand wantonly, and kept drawing his own patterns on the paper.

Lin Xiaomiao, who was sitting beside Xu Dongjun, saw Lin Youwei's actions.

But she didn't pay attention to it, and created a picture with a story on the drawing paper in front of her.

Wang Dongmei slowly took off her apron embroidered with daisy flowers, and quietly appeared behind Lin Youwei.

She followed Lin Youwei's gaze to the drawing paper in front of Xu Dongjun.

At a glance, she was attracted and knew what lifelike was.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Youwei, she could clearly see the affirmation of Xu Dongjun in her husband's eyes.

Xu Dongjun's painting skills are almost catching up with Lin Youwei.

Obviously, Lin Youwei's painting skills are just that.

If it wasn't for Lin Youwei's lack of talent, he wouldn't regard painting as a hobby.

The paintbrush in Xu Dongjun's hand is still going on, and after a while, he will close the brush and everything will be done.

"call!"

Xu Dongjun took a deep breath, put down the brush in his hand, and admired his masterpiece by himself.

He is very satisfied with his performance this time.

This should be the best painting he has ever drawn, right?
"Dad, Dad, take a look at my drawing."

Suddenly, Lin Xiaomiao's voice sounded from the side.

She also finished her painting, bluffing and yelling.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to her, including Xu Dongjun.

"Xiao Miao, I didn't realize that you are quite good at drawing manga."

Lin Youwei's painting skills are not good, but his vision is still there.

The little characters on Lin Xiaomiao's drawing paper are clean and tidy, with very obvious self-characteristics, but this story is a bit confusing.

He asked, "Xiao Miao, are you drawing seven gourd babies? Why is there a monk behind?"

Lin Xiaomiao giggled: "This is the story of Cucurbit Baby and the White Snake, and this monk is Fa Hai..."

The story is very interesting and the plot is absurd, which makes people sigh: "It is indeed Lin Xiaomiao's masterpiece."

Lin Xiaomiao, who was praised, raised her head proudly, and poked her head to look at Xu Dongjun's drawing board: "Let me see how Xu Dongjun draws?"

What caught the eye seemed to be a real sunflower.

"Wow! Old Xu, you are a really good painter. From now on, you will be the queen illustrator of my novels." Lin Xiaomiao said bluntly.

Xu Dongjun asked curiously, "Are you still writing novels?"

Swish two eyes fell on Lin Xiaomiao.

Lin Youwei and Wang Dongmei also looked at her curiously.

Lin Xiaomiao blushed slightly, but pretended to be calm, and said, "How...how? I'm talking about the future. I just have this idea now."

She looked at Lin Youwei and Wang Dongmei, and continued: "Think about it, your baby will become a famous writer and cartoonist in the future, how proud should you be?"

Wang Dongmei chuckled: "If you can go to university, you can support yourself."

Lin Xiaomiao pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but she was protesting in her heart: "The future is not the only way to go to college."

Xu Dongjun looked at Lin Xiaomiao suspiciously, and thought to himself: "The previous notebook is not a novel written by her, is it?"

Lin Youwei smiled and said, "I think it's good to have hobbies. Alright, are you hungry? Let's wash your hands and eat."

"Time to eat."

Lin Xiaomiao was rescued by Lin Youwei, and instantly turned into a wild horse that had lost its rein, and ran towards the dining table.

Wang Dongmei hastily reminded: "Wash your hands first!"

Looking at the two women who look like enemies, Lin Youwei smiled, maybe this is his unique happiness.

He turned his head and patted Xu Dongjun's shoulder again.

"Dongjun, you are really good at painting. Do you plan to continue learning painting? If so, Uncle Lin will find you a teacher."

Xu Dongjun didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, he hesitated for a moment: "What is this?"

Lin Youwei persuaded: "You are really talented in painting, but you, Uncle Lin, are not good... that's a lot worse, so you, Uncle Lin, can only regard painting as a hobby. But you are different, you are very talented, As long as you are taught by a famous teacher, I believe that you will definitely achieve something in this area in the future. Of course, this still depends on whether you are willing or not?"

Keeping in mind that men can't say no, he changed his words in time in the middle.

Xu Dongjun did not give him an answer immediately: "Uncle Lin, can you give me time to think about it?"

Lin Youwei smiled and said: "Okay! As long as you agree, I will introduce my former teacher to you. Let's go and eat."

Afterwards, Xu Dongjun washed his hands, went to the dinner table, and turned into a cook.

Wang Dongmei enthusiastically served Xu Dongjun with rice and vegetables, making Lin Xiaomiao next to him jealous.

Lin Xiaomiao finally felt the same way as Xu Dongjun in this regard.

In a short period of time, Wang Dongmei had a great feeling for Xu Dongjun.

She found that the more open her heart was to get to know this child, the more she would find that he was a good boy who was motivated, polite, and deep, especially after Lin Xiaomiao's cell phone died last night.

"Aunt Wang, Uncle Lin, and Xiao Miao, please try this spicy stew and see if there is anything that needs to be improved. I can then go home and mention it to my parents."

Xu Dongjun specially picked up a piece of chicken wing for the three of them.

Wang Dongmei: "Dongjun, you eat too."

Lin Youwei: "I really want to try this, but it's a pity that there is no wine."

Lin Xiaomiao: "Wow! It's very fragrant, and it tastes great. It's soft and sticky, very tasty, the saltiness is right, and the spicy taste is not too strong... The best thing is this duck head..."

When it comes to food, Lin Xiaomiao is the master, and he gave a positive comment on Xu's spicy stew.

"If it's delicious, eat more."

Xu Dongjun was very satisfied with Lin Xiaomiao's evaluation. He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of Wang Dongmei's braised pork ribs and said, "But I still like to eat Aunt Wang's braised pork ribs."

Wang Dongmei smiled heartily.

Lin Xiaomiao glared at him, and said silently, "Sycophant!"

Xu Dongjun also laughed heartily.

Of course he did it on purpose.

(End of this chapter)