The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

This Mr. Nan was definitely targeting him.

From now on, it seems that Lao Yang will never leave his body.

Zhao Dingbian smiled lightly: "But you don't have to worry, he has betrayed the Yaozu now, there is no need to create another enemy for himself because of Xiaodousha..."

Zhao Hao waved his hand: "Your logic is that of a normal person, but this person's brain is obviously not very normal."

Zhao Dingbian: "..."

Whether to say it or not, it is true.

He shook his head helplessly: "Then you should be careful in everything in the future! We will go to war tomorrow, and before it gets dark, let's go back to our hometown!"

Hometown, of course, refers to Zhao's former residence.

Zhao Hao squeezed Jiang Zhiyu's palm, and found that the other party also blinked at him.

Zhao Hao has talked about the family portrait several times.

Her expectations for the family portrait were even higher than yesterday's wedding.

Because the wedding was held for outsiders to see, this family portrait was the evidence that he was accepted by this family.

After Zhao Hao and Jiang Zhiyu put on their happy clothes, the old Zhao family drove directly to Zhao's former residence in a carriage.

When we arrived in front of the bamboo building, the setting sun was still hanging in the sky, retaining the last trace of warmth for the bamboo forest in late autumn.

In front of the bamboo building, a middle-aged man in shabby clothes was sitting on the steps and drawing.

The middle-aged man was dressed as a scholar. Although there were several patches on his clothes, they were spotlessly washed.

At this moment, he is looking at the bamboo forest intently, and he is quietly describing it, with a bit of fairy style.

The old man and the black-faced couple obviously knew this person, and when they arrived, they parked the carriage behind the bamboo building, and then stood quietly behind him and watched him paint.

I think this one is the one who once painted two family portraits for the Zhao family.

Zhao Hao leaned over to take a look, his eyes lit up.

Good guy!

Human flesh camera!

This middle-aged man's painting skills are obviously more exquisite than the previous two times. If the first two times were only lifelike, now it is completely the same as the real one, and even has a naked-eye 3D effect.

And what this color palette is doing is completely beyond the painting techniques of this era.

It's ruthless!

After a while, the painting of the bamboo forest was finished.

The middle-aged man put down his brush and quietly looked at the bamboo forest in the painting.

At this time, a breeze blew by.

The bamboo forest in the painting moved slightly accordingly.

Good guy!

GIF animation?

Old man: "..."

Black-faced man: "..."

Bai Xiu: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

Zhao Hao: "Mist Grass, awesome!"

Is this level a law?

But when the middle-aged man was painting just now, he didn't notice the fluctuation of Taoism at all.

When everyone was amazed, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the painting.

Then, rub out a fireball with your bare hands.

With a single finger, the bamboo forest painting flew into the fireball, leaving not even a pinch of ashes.

The middle-aged man stared at the place where the bamboo forest painting disappeared, bloodshot eyes appeared in the whites of his eyes, and he seemed to be extremely irritable.

It took a long time before his mood stabilized.

Zhao Hao asked cautiously: "Senior, the bamboo forest painting just now is good enough, why did you burn it?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and said sullenly, "The seventh bamboo No.90 is swaying in the wrong direction with the wind."

Zhao Hao: "..."

fog grass.

I give full marks to this cup.

Zhao Dingbian seemed to be accustomed to this kind of situation, and introduced with a smile: "Hao'er, Zhiyu, this is senior Wu Daoren, who has been a good friend of my grandfather for many years, and he helped us draw the first two paintings."

"Hello senior!"

"Hello senior!"

"Um……"

Wu Daoren nodded without interest, his expression was full of gloom, completely opposite to his indifferent expression when he was painting just now.

He picked up the easel and came to the bottom of the bamboo building silently, then pointed out a direction for everyone, and signaled them to stand casually and get ready to start painting.

the photographer.

A little unprofessional.

Zhao Hao quickly put his arms around Jiang Zhiyu's shoulders and stood up, and a happy post came.

Bai Xiu stood aside and held Jiang Zhiyu's arm affectionately, while the black-faced man stood beside Zhao Hao, with his thick arms resting on his shoulders.

The tallest old man stood at the end, looking forward with a faint smile, and there was some emptiness beside him.

Although there was a smile on his face, he felt a little lonely after all.