Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"Got it, Mr. Wang, don't worry, I will definitely get it done!"

His subordinates repeatedly assured him that this kind of thing was commonplace for him and his brothers. Since following Wang Kangfeng, they had to teach people a lesson every now and then, and people had died several times.

At first they were a little scared, but Wang Kangfeng had strong connections, and he only said a word, and the matter of human life was easily resolved. Since then, they have become bolder and bolder, treating human life as worthless, because they have Mr. Wang to back them up after all!

Langyue was going to take Xiaoyu out to sketch, but Jiang Han was worried and went with them.

Since waking up in the morning, Jiang Han's right eyelid has been twitching and his heart feels heavy, as if something bad is going to happen. He advised Lang Yue to stay at home today, but Lang Yue laughed at him.

"You are just being superstitious. Eyelid twitching means you are overusing your eyes. Did you stay up late again last night? Do some eye exercises to relieve the pain."

Langyue, who has lived abroad since childhood, does not believe the saying that if the left eye twitches, it will bring good luck, while if the right eye twitches, it will bring disaster.

Seeing that Jiang Han still had worry on his face, Lang Yue softened his tone and comforted him, "Xiao Yu and I are painting the withered lotus in the nearby park. We won't be far away."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Jiang Han also took a step back. Going out to sketch today was a schedule that had been arranged a few days ago. He couldn't cancel it just because his eyelids were twitching.

And no matter how crazy Lin Hanwen is, he shouldn't do anything wrong within Chinese territory, right?

Carrying sketching tools, Jiang Han drove them to the lotus pond in the park. The lotus leaves had withered in winter, and the dead branches stood in the water, looking very desolate.

The withered lotus in the master's painting looks abstract but is actually realistic. This is what the lotus pond looks like in winter.

Lang Yue was guiding Xiao Yu in painting, and Jiang Han was also sketching. He set a rule for himself to paint one to three paintings every day, so his painting skills improved rapidly. He had already made a name for himself in the painting world and became somewhat famous.

"Little Fish, don't use too much paint. The lotus pond in winter doesn't have so many bright colors. Your painting will become an abstract one!"

Langyue looked at the paints Xiaoyu had mixed and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Xiaoyu is very talented, but this child always uses the colors of his imagination to paint things in real life, such as blue apples, red grapes, and purple clouds. Although they are exaggerated, Xiaoyu's paintings are still quite beautiful.

It is not impossible to paint like this, but first Xiaoyu must learn to have a correct understanding of colors, otherwise he will not go far in this path of painting.

This is not difficult for ordinary children, but Xiaoyu is not a normal child, and Langyue has a hard time teaching him.

Fortunately, he was very patient and never tired of correcting the little fish.

Lang Yue demonstrated to Xiao Yu how to mix normal colors and draw them on the drawing paper. "Look, the morning glow looks like this, and the withered lotus looks like this. We need to draw the real colors. Do you understand?"

"Teacher, but I think it looks better this way."

Xiaoyu pointed at the color he painted with a serious expression. Why couldn't he paint this color? In his world, these things were these colors, colorful and very beautiful.

Lang Yue was helpless and didn't know how to convince the "stubborn" Xiaoyu. He looked to Jiang Han for help.

Jiang Han smiled, put down his paintbrush, walked to Xiaoyu, bent down and asked, "You can see the colors that the teacher mixes, right?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

"So, these colors are what you put them in, right?"

Jiang Han pointed at the painting drawn by Xiaoyu and asked.

"Yes, they are very beautiful like this."

Xiaoyu nodded happily.

"Then don't put clothes on them in the future, because your sister likes them without clothes."

After Jiang Han finished speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched. He was clearly talking about painting, but why did it become more and more obscene?

"Did my sister tell you that?"

Xiaoyu asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, if you don't believe me, go back and ask your sister."

Jiang Han tried hard to hold back his laughter. Children are so easy to fool. He would call Xia Qingqing later to discuss things.

"Then I won't dress them."

Xiaoyu believed it and remixed the paints so that he could paint the picture his sister liked.

Sure enough, the withered lotus leaves painted by Xiaoyu later became normal and no longer colorful. Langyue breathed a sigh of relief and gave Jiang Han a thumbs up.

Jiang Han smiled proudly and continued sketching.

Three people, two adults and one child, were quietly painting beside the lotus pond. People passing by would stop and watch them paint quietly. Everyone was very polite and no one made any noise.

"Are you Langyue?"

A ferocious-looking man walked over, followed by two equally fat and strong men, who looked like they had bad intentions.

"who are you?"

Langyue pulled Xiaoyu behind him and asked them back.

Jiang Han took out a long rolling pin from his bag. He had brought it with him when he went out, but he didn't expect to actually use it.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Han stood in front of Lang Yue.

"Brother, yes, it's them!"

A man whispered.

The three of them exchanged glances, stopped talking nonsense, and took out daggers from their pockets. Two of them dealt with Jiang Han, and one dealt with Xiaoyu, and Langyue was to teach him a final lesson.

"Langyue, Xiaoyu, run!"

Jiang Han shouted and started fighting with the three men with a rolling pin. He exercised regularly and had plenty of experience in fighting. Plus, he had a rolling pin, so he didn't lose even when fighting with the three fierce men.

"Xiao Yu, go call the police, quickly!"

Langyue pushed Xiaoyu out, picked up the sketching easel, and smashed it on the back of a sturdy man.

"Fuck...I'm going to kill you!"

The sturdy man who was hit cursed and rushed towards Lang Yue viciously. Jiang Han wanted to save him, but was entangled by the other two.

Lang Yue grabbed Xiao Yu and ran away. He suddenly had an idea and took out a handful of money from his wallet and shouted to the onlookers: "Whoever helps me stop them, this money will be theirs!"

The money in his hand was at least two or three hundred yuan, and the crowd who were just watching the fun were immediately tempted.

However, when they saw the dagger in the murderer's hand, they hesitated again.

If you get stabbed, you won’t be able to spend the money you earn.

"And this watch on my hand is worth more than a thousand!"

Lang Yue raised his wrist, revealing a famous brand watch. Many people in the crowd knew what good was and their eyes lit up immediately.

This watch is still about 70% new and is worth at least one thousand yuan.

There must be a brave man under a huge reward. The first person to take action was an old man. I don’t know where he got the brick from, but he threw it at the strong man who was chasing Lang Yue. The brick was quite accurate and hit the strong man’s right shoulder.

"You old bastard, I'm going to stab you to death!"

The sturdy man was in so much pain that he became extremely ferocious. He had killed people before, and the murderous look in his eyes frightened many people. Even the old man who threw the brick retreated.

However, birds die for food and people die for money. A few brave ones found some handy wooden sticks and came to help.

With them holding the strong man back, Lang Yue breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't run anymore.

"Xiao Yu, go call the police, and the teacher will help Uncle Jiang!"

Lang Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't leave Jiang Han alone.

"Ok!"

The little fish was very obedient and he ran away.

The strong man, who was getting annoyed by the pestering, became anxious when he saw the little fish run away. The boss said that he would teach the kid a lesson and would never let the bastard go.