[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

After going offline, Ming Yuzhe crawled out of the game cabin, felt his belly, and felt that he was not particularly hungry.

But he still had to eat when it was time to eat. He wandered over to the housekeeping robot, brought the robot over to see how many recipes there were in the program settings, ordered beef with green pepper, winter melon soup, and seafood fried rice, and then sat in the living room. Legs waiting for food.

He can cook by himself, but he is lazy and doesn't like to use his hands. In his previous life, he used to be so convenient and easy to eat. Now it is heaven to have an almighty robot to do the work!

Robot cooking never has to worry about the heat being not in place or the seasoning being misplaced. The set portion will never go wrong, and the taste will always be the same. The Ming Yuzhe tasted very good for the first time. While eating dinner, Thinking about what to have for supper tonight.

Ah, just eat barbecue!More fruit wine!

Ming Yuzhe finished his dinner happily, rinsed his mouth and wandered around the living room to digest. After wandering around for about ten minutes, he went up to the second floor to see if his practice room had been cleaned up.

Although the wealth left by the original owner is enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, he doesn't intend to throw away the skills that he used to earn a living in his previous life. If he dared to throw away, he felt that his master would travel across the universe and beat him to death every minute. !

...Although he is not sure whether there is another world in this space-time existence, he still needs to increase the force value first, because only with force value can he feel safe.

The training simulator in the practice room is still being installed, but after looking at the area of ​​the practice room, Ming Yuzhe feels very satisfied. After thinking about it, he feels that if he is idle now, he is also idle, so why not go painting.

He learned a lot of things from his master in his previous life, most of them were things that were talked about by gods and gods. However, his master was good at feng shui fortune-telling, but he was a bit crooked. He was good at exorcising evil spirits and controlling ghosts. That hand ink painting.

Ming Yuzhe found the paper and ink he bought in the courier package in the living room, and opened the box.Paper and ink in this era are not expensive, probably because the raw materials are abundant and cheap, but there are also more expensive papers, such as the premium rice paper and limited edition ink inkstone set he bought from this centuries-old paper and ink brand, the price is also low. A little cheaper than the gaming pod.

After all, it is a big brand, and the packaging is very high-grade. Ming Yuzhe opened the box lightly, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he bought, went to the study with a smile, tidied up and prepared to practice painting.

The delicate rice paper was laid out on the desk, different types of writing brushes were hung on the pen stand, and some water was added to the inkstone shaped like a lotus pond. The craftsmanship of the times, while pondering what to paint.

His best paintings are landscape paintings, followed by flowers and birds, and finally figures.After thinking for a while, he had an inspiration.

So I decided to draw Ling Jiuxiao!

After grinding the ink, he closed his eyes and recalled the details of Ling Jiuxiao's appearance, picked out a brush suitable for outlining lines, dipped it in the ink and began to paint.

This painting took a whole night, and when he finished the painting, he suddenly realized that it was already late at night.

Looking at the time, and then looking at the painting that still lacks some details, Ming Yuzhe struggled for a while, and continued to paint the details.

He added the embroidered pattern on the clothes, the jade on the hair crown, and the drawing of the dragon on the scabbard one by one. Finally, he turned Ling Jiuxiao's name into a pattern and painted it on the sleeve, and a painting was completed.

On the paper, a young and handsome Taoist priest was holding a sword, his eyelashes drooped, his brows and eyes were slender like the arcs of the snowy mountains in the sky, and his demeanor was cold and distant, making people want to get their hands on it, but dared not blaspheme.

Ming Yuzhe let out a long breath, stretched his shoulders, heard the sound of his bones crackling, packed up his pen and ink, spread the painting on the desk to dry the ink, turned around and went to take a shower and go to sleep.

It's okay to see my parents, brothers and sisters in this life tomorrow, so I can't be late.

He left the study, and the lights went off automatically.

In the darkness, the ink painting on the rice paper was slowly drying. Suddenly, Qing Leng's long hair in the painting moved slightly, and his downcast eyes lifted up.

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The next day.

Ming Yuzhe got up at eight o'clock, washed her face, brushed her teeth, ate breakfast, turned on the first-level stress simulation in the practice room, and did Tai Chi for half an hour. Then, when she was about to add two more strokes to yesterday's painting, she suddenly realized that It's already nine o'clock.

I'm going to my home over there at ten o'clock, and I don't know if there will be a traffic jam here, so I have to get out early.

Ming Yuzhe hurried back to his room, changed his clothes, dug out the address of his parents' home from the memory left by the original owner, got on his aircraft, settled for a seat, and set off.

The means of transportation in this era are very convenient. Better people have aircraft, buses and rental aircraft. There are routes in the air, on the ground, and underground. The safety is also very good, and there will be no traffic jams or accidents.

It was only 10 minutes after Ming Yuzhe arrived at the largest villa area in the city. Seeing that it was still early, he didn't want to face his "family" who was still a stranger to him, so he went to a nearby teahouse first.

After buying a cup of tea and snacks unique to this era, he spent half an hour in the teahouse, and it was [-]:[-] before he got up and left.

In this life, his father Ming Luo is a very powerful businessman, his mother Chris is a top jewelry designer, his elder brother Ming Jun inherited his father's talent and is also in business, and his younger sister Ming Yan Rong is still a student, but she is also The overall champion of the junior group of the All-Star Piano Competition for the past three years.

The geniuses of the whole family, except Ming Yuzhe.

Standing in front of the gate of the Gothic building, Ming Yuzhe looked deep and serious, trying to find a way to enter the gate from the remaining memories in his mind.

Just as he was thinking, a young girl's voice suddenly came from behind: "What's the matter? Don't want to go in?"

Mingyu turned her head, and saw a girl in a pink dress standing not far behind him. Her thick long hair was a little curly, her facial features were exquisite, and she was painted with light pink makeup. She looked like an expensive doll .

The little princess of the Ming family, Ming Yanrong.

Ming Yuzhe didn't answer, and took two steps back to the side. Ming Yanrong's slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she didn't speak to him again. She walked forward, and the door opened automatically.

... automatic sensor door?Mingyu blinked, followed Ming Yanrong into the gate.

Entering the door is a living room with very elegant and luxurious decoration, light warm colors, it looks very warm and homely, a man wearing a white shirt and black underpants is sitting on the single sofa, holding a bag in his hand. Looking at the stack of documents, he personally explained what the domineering president in Mary Su's novel is like.

Alas?Ming Yuzhe suddenly paused, and slowly realized that the entire Ming family was very much like Marysu.

Oh, except him again.

Ming Yuzhe found a seat a little further away and didn't call out for anyone, while Ming Jun was obviously used to the second brother's low presence, so he ignored it and raised his head to look at the little princess.

"Brother!" Ming Yanrong yelled with a smile, leaned over and hugged Ming Jun's arm, "Are you still reading documents? You are on vacation today, let's relax."

"How can there be that time? I'm busy during this time. Isn't vacationing just changing the place of work to home?" Ming Jun raised his hand and pinched his younger sister's cheek. The brother and sister were gentle and delicate, and their relationship was very good.

Ming Yuzhe sat by himself and played with the communicator, watched cute pet blog posts online, and checked the news.

He swiped out the latest news on Jisan's official blog, only to find out that the little spicy chicken was under maintenance, and the expected end time was [-]:[-] pm.

Two o'clock in the afternoon... He can go home around twelve o'clock, so there are still two hours to continue painting.

After nodding his head in his heart to confirm the next activities, Ming Yuzhe continued to brush Weibo heartlessly.

He sat alone and checked Weibo for more than half an hour, chatting with Ming Jun and Ming Yanrong, listening to the little princess complaining about this and that, and saying buy, buy, buy whatever he wanted.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, the door opened again, and a pair of elegantly dressed couple walked in. They both looked like they were in their 30s.

"Mom and Dad are back~" the charming woman smiled and opened her hands, "Come and give Mom a hug!"

"Mom and Dad, welcome home!" Ming Yanrong jumped up happily and threw herself into her mother's arms. Ming Jun put away the documents in his hand, stood up and called out to Mom and Dad.

Ming Yuzhe also stood up and yelled, his voice was low and was overwhelmed by Ming Jun's voice, his sense of existence was completely zero.

And the couple obviously often forget that they have a young son. After hugging the little daughter, Chris went to hug the tall and handsome elder son, and took out a box with a smile, "Mom made new jewelry, Come, Mommy will share it with you!"

"I love my mother the most!" Ming Yanrong smiled and threw herself on her mother's body, studying the big box of jewelry.

Ming Jun didn't come close, he wasn't very interested in jewelry, he turned his head and saw his father picking up the document he was reading just now, so he went to discuss the matter with his father.

Mingyu listened carefully, and it was probably that some important person in the capital star had a problem, they couldn't cooperate with so and so recently, so and so had to find a suitable time to send a condolence letter, and so on.

He couldn't understand anyway, so he was in a daze.

This family gathering, Ming Yuzhe was forgotten in a corner for almost 90% of the time, a little embarrassed, and he could understand why the original owner didn't want this life.

This kind of subconscious neglect is simply cold violence, okay?

At around twelve o'clock, he left the palace-like villa and breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to his little den, thinking that he should not come to such family gatherings after that, it's really life-threatening.

After changing back into comfortable home clothes, Mingyu washed her hands and went back to the study to continue painting. Looking at the beautiful Daoist on the paper holding a sword and looking down, she moved her fingers, thinking about what background to match.

He concentrated on painting, added a few strokes of snowflakes and a clump of snow-covered bamboo to Taoist Priest, looked at the finished painting, nodded with satisfaction, picked it up, and was thinking of framing it and hanging it on the wall, when suddenly his eyebrows frowned. Wrinkled, put the tip of his nose to the painting and smelled it.

He always felt as if he smelled something strange just now... It was a bit fragrant, like amber and cedar, but he couldn't smell it again after he smelled it carefully.

Mingyu wrinkled her nose and sniffed carefully like a puppy for a while, only smelling the faint woody scent of rice paper and ink. The scent just now seemed to be an illusion brought by him from the Ming family, and there was nothing else.

He turned around and framed the painting and hung it on the wall. He didn't worry about it any more. After checking that it was 02:30, he got into the game cabin and started today's upgrade process.

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