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Perhaps because it was so comfortable, he basked in the warm sun and fell asleep without knowing it.

When he woke up after sleeping enough, he felt that there was an extra pillow under his head, and a piece of clothing was covering his body.

The yard was quiet at the time, and the people who were noisy just now didn't know where they went.

That kind of lazy comfort makes people not want to move their whole body, Zhou Jirong rested for a while, and then he opened his eyes and got up.

But it wasn't that there was no one in the yard, Bai Tingyu was still sitting at the table, but he didn't do anything else, just stared in Zhou Jirong's direction in a daze.He didn't seem to have expected Zhou Jirong to wake up suddenly, he didn't have time to take back his dazed look, and there was panic in his eyes, and he almost knocked over the spring sand on the table in his haste.

Zhou Jirong usually wakes up as soon as he talks about it, and he seldom procrastinates. It is reasonable to say that Bai Baobao should also know this.

He had just woken up, his mind was still a little not so clear-headed, and he didn't pay attention to Bai Tingyu's gaffe, but he seemed to be taken aback by himself, and he felt a little sorry, and asked, "Where are Fang Zhen and the others?" He went to look at the desktop in front of Bai Tingyu.

On the table is not the semi-finished "Authentic Works of Famous Artists" before, but another freehand ink painting with a few hastily drawn strokes, a few distant mountains, and a close-up view of a man wearing a cloak and leading a horse.

Bai Tingyu tried to stop him in a panic, but Zhou Jirong had already seen it with sharp eyes.

He let out a 'Yo', and suddenly opened his mouth like a blessing to the soul: "Is this the painting of Lao Tzu?"

Bai Tingyu is usually considered calm and composed, originally he just needs to categorically deny it and stay in a daze, but when he was in a state of confusion, he lost his mind for a moment, hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

Zhou Jirong went on to say: "Why are you talking about Lao Tzu when you have nothing to do?" He said it unintentionally, but because he didn't care, his tone was a little indifferent and careless.

Bai Tingyu's face turned pale slightly, and it took him a while to make a voice, "It's nothing."

Hearing that his voice was not quite right, Zhou Jirong raised his head and glanced at him, seeing that he was worried and felt a little pitiful.Only then did he realize belatedly that he had asked the wrong question.But when he scolds people, he can use all kinds of tricks to bring forth the old and bring forth the new. If you want him to coax people with soft words to ease the atmosphere, it's as difficult as trying to force a rooster to lay eggs.

He racked his brains desperately for a short moment, but he couldn't think of any words.I had no choice but to lower my head and look at the painting, thinking it was very witty.But his mind was a little confused after all, it seemed that Bai Tingyu was slightly disappointed just now, and he couldn't see the painting in front of him.

Although Zhou Wanrong doesn't like Danqing, he has seen a lot and has handled a lot of good things, so he thinks he knows how to appreciate them.But at this moment, as if his brain had been kicked by a donkey, he escaped again in a disgraceful manner: "If you draw me, you can draw me! Why don't you want to draw well? Where is my face? How can anyone recognize me without a face? "As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something stupid again, and was very annoyed for a while, so he had to keep silent.

Hearing this, Bai Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had regained his composure, and he was the usual gentle and considerate Xiaobai again, his gentle voice seemed to be a little smiling, and said softly : "I remember your face in my heart."

Zhou Jiqi lowered his head and did not speak, but somehow he was blocked by his words and could not argue.After a long while, he resentfully said: "...It's too boring to be alone with me! I want to be lively! You can draw everyone! Now draw, when I was old, I wanted to draw, A Zhuo wanted to draw, and Lao Jiang wanted to draw too. , Fang Zhen, and...you also want to draw it..."

No matter what he said, Bai Tingyu would agree to it. When he said himself, he paused for a while, and still said: "Okay..."

He was obedient and obedient, and immediately picked up a pen to add some ink to the inkstone, and added others beside him.

Zhou Jirong saw that the painting was gradually filled to the brim, and embraced himself in it. It was originally a good painting with a lofty artistic conception, but under his command, it became like a crowd of people rushing to a temple fair.The painting was really lively, but because the one in the original painting was a back view, the others following him were just dark shadows, which made people dazzled.

The painting was originally made into what it is now according to his intentions, but Zhou Jirong looked at it, but his heart became unhappy, and he thought to himself, all these people have not shown their faces, Xiaobai, don’t you want one? Can you remember the face in your heart?Wouldn't that make Lao Tzu no longer available?

The structure of his brain is probably quite different from that of ordinary people, and he will always have some strange thoughts, Zhou Jirong himself also vaguely knows this.At this moment, he felt that the idea in his heart was very weird, and he didn't say anything. After thinking about it, he grabbed a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote names on the heads one by one. There was a picture of a steamed stuffed bun on it, and other people marked it one by one. The one on the far side had a bastard on his head, and the word Liu Da was written on the back of the bastard.

He was very proud of destroying a good painting into a piece of crap that no dog would care about.

After he finished the painting, he looked at it for a while, and felt that his creation was easy to understand, so that people could understand it at a glance. The bastard was drawn big and well, and the words were written vigorously, which was very conspicuous. .The fly in the ointment is the steamed stuffed bun on the buttocks of the soup dumpling, the drawing is not very vivid, at first glance, it looks like something like that...

Zhou Jirong stared at it for a while, and couldn't help laughing to himself.But he still felt that he was still not satisfied, so he raised his eyes and saw Bai Tingyu smiling at him.Zhou Jirong didn't know which one he was wrong with, so he blurted out: "This doesn't count, you have to draw another one for me! Alone!"

Bai Tingyu was taken aback for a moment, but she was used to obeying him in these trivial matters, so she nodded her head in agreement.He put away the painting that Zhou Jirong smeared, although he just put it aside casually, he was careful in his movements, and put another one on it.

After finishing all this, he raised his head, but saw Zhou Jirong frowning, rubbing his chin and looking at himself sideways. He didn't know what was going on in his heart, and said absently: "...You can't paint like this... The painting is beautiful, but also looks like Lao Tzu, and looks as mighty and handsome as Lao Tzu's brother..."

Although he and his elder brother were born and raised by the same old woman, they look like the father and the mother, which are really two opposite looks.Even though Bai Tingyu had always been obedient to him, but today his request was really difficult, so he didn't make a sound for a while.Frowning and thinking for a while, he finally smiled broadly.

The noon sun slanted, and poured down from the branches full of fresh green. At this time, it happened to be on Bai Tingyu's slightly drooping side face and hair tips, which apparently made that smile more gentle and trance-like.

The yard was quiet, but Zhou Jirong was a little absent-minded, as if he heard the sound of time quietly passing between the two of them at that moment.He claims to be a rough person, but at this moment, he has an unrecognizable idea of ​​slander, feeling that the years are quiet and lingering, and his heart is indescribably peaceful and comfortable.So he was silent for a while after he finished speaking, and after a long while he realized that his request was contradictory, but he was a little reluctant to break the tranquility in front of him, stared at Bai Tingyu for a while, then changed the topic and said: " Where are Fang Zhen and the others? Going there again lazily!"

Bai Tingyu said: "Just now you fell asleep, afraid that they would disturb you in the yard. Let them go out for a walk in the street."

Zhou Jirong snorted, then suddenly asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"

His mind is always jumping, talking about this matter, and often the next sentence involves another irrelevant matter, Bai Tingyu is not surprised, so he can only ask in a temper: "What do you want to eat?"

"Fish balls." Zhou Jirong said, "I'm going to find Fang Zhen to see if there is any fish on the street." Without waiting for Bai Tingyu's answer, he jumped up and ran out of the yard.

Halfway back, Fang Zhen met his master, who was grabbed around the neck and dragged around half a circle.

I just heard his master say something completely irrelevant with a hard-to-find face, with a hard-to-see voice of bitterness, hatred, deep sorrow, entanglement, and thoughts: "I want to eat fish balls tonight, why not accompany me?" I'm going to buy fish!"

Fang Zhen felt that his master must have gotten mad again out of nowhere.