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Liao Muyang's words came to Lin Sheng's ears clearly.

Lin Sheng poked his head out from the back of his schoolbag, looked at the sketch in Liao Muyang's hands and nodded.

Liao Muyang raised his eyebrows when he saw this, thinking that he had finally found something that Lin Sheng was interested in, and this thing was his specialty.

Male creatures love to be proud of their peacock-like tail before pursuing an object.

"I have time to write my homework tomorrow, do you want to try?"

Brother Liao raised his hand and pulled out the sketch paper from the folder, and pushed it towards Lin Sheng with a black charcoal pencil.

Except for Lin Shuping's meal card money that Lin Shuping personally went to school to pay for each semester for the sake of superficiality, it was impossible for Lin Sheng to have any extra pocket money.

It's not that he hasn't thought about going out to work part-time, but with physical defects and Lin Shuping's tight schedule, this matter can only be let go.

So it is really unrealistic to want to buy paper and pens specially used for drawing.

At most, Lin Sheng would take a mechanical pencil and scribble small drawings in the spare space of the draft book. Liao Muyang's invitation in front of him seemed to be handing a piece of sweet cream cake to Lin Sheng.

Of course Lin Sheng couldn't refuse, and nodded to Liao Muyang.

He put down his schoolbag, picked up the charcoal pencil in front of him, raised the pen and concentrated on drawing on the white paper in front of him.

Seeing this, Liao Muyang took a glance, seeing Lin Sheng's devoted face, he didn't say anything else.

He looked down at his drawing, smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, and only thought of Lin Sheng having fun.

Both of them are devoted to work and don't like to be distracted. The time passed quickly with the slight sound of brush strokes.

Liao Muyang finished sketching the line draft and was about to start coloring the pattern. As soon as his hand reached for the marker pen at the side, he saw the child opposite him from the corner of his eye. He pushed the white paper on the table with both hands and handed it to him.

He immediately put down the marker pen in his hand, turned sideways, and saw Lin Sheng slightly raised his head and blinked at him, with a cautious expression on his face begging for evaluation, that tough guy's heart was about to be softened.

Brother Liao immediately vaccinated himself in his heart, thinking that when he saw Lin Sheng's painting for a while, even if it was a ghost painting that could distinguish between humans and animals, he would praise it to death, so he couldn't make children sad.

He squinted and smiled at Lin Sheng like a wolf with a big tail, and without stopping, he picked up the white paper and placed it in front of his eyes.

Liao Muyang's smiling eyes closed following the painting that came into his sight, he raised his eyebrows, thinking that the child in front of him really surprised him.

"Have you ever learned to draw?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng didn't know whether the meaning of these words was good or bad, after much deliberation, both meanings were possible.

I don't understand this, I simply don't want to, and I shook my head obediently and honestly.

The drawing on the white paper is the appearance of Liao Muyang just bowing his head to draw. Not only is there no distinction between humans and animals, but for a person who has never learned to draw, this talent is quite high. Although the strokes and lines are a bit rough and messy, but The key point lies in the three words that have not been learned.

Liao Muyang stared at the words in his hand, subconsciously shook his head and nodded slightly.

Thousands of people paint this kind of thing, and everyone has a different style, but Lin Sheng's painting style is young, but it always makes people see something different.

Brother Liao raised his eyebrows and thought for a while before coming to a conclusion.

This style of painting is very similar to a sour and sweet youth cartoon?

But this is all Brother Liao's self-feeling, it doesn't matter whether he says it or not, the important thing right now is to praise Lin Sheng well, to give the child enough confidence, and maybe he can even praise a cartoonist in the future.

"You can draw like this without learning it. Your talent is quite high. Are you interested in learning it systematically?"

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words, those black grape eyes seemed to be dotted with stars, twinkling and twinkling, filled with longing.

Liao Muyang could understand without having to guess. The child in front of him must have liked drawing for a long time.

But the reason why I haven't learned it all the time, Brother Liao can get the reason instantly without even guessing.

"There is no tuition fee, and the location is nearby. On weekdays and weekends, you can go to school anytime, and you can take care of the teacher's meals."

Before Lin Sheng had time to refuse Liao Muyang's words with reluctance, he was stunned by Liao Muyang's later words and didn't react.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's slow pace, and added a sentence.

"Equivalent exchange of labor force, mutual benefit and reciprocity, stable income without loss, how about Xiao Lin Sheng, should he learn from his brother as a teacher?"

While saying this, Brother Liao leaned against Lin Sheng who was opposite, and invisibly pulled the distance between the two of them so that there was a French kiss.

Lin Sheng looked at Liao Muyang's face close at hand, his brain and cheeks were scalded into a boiling teapot with embarrassment, and he shrank his neck and nodded ferociously at Liao Muyang.

Seeing the rabbit hooked, Liao the big-tailed wolf no longer wantonly released the provocative hormones, only raised his hand and rubbed Lin Sheng's head, and said.

"Come on, the apprenticeship is over, Teacher Liao will teach you today."

He stood up while talking, and walked towards Lin Sheng.

But this time he was not facing the seat next to Lin Sheng. He stood directly behind Lin Sheng, bent his chest against his back, rested his chin on Lin Sheng's head, supported the table with one hand, and held Lin Sheng straight with the other. The hand holding the charcoal pencil was completely wrapped in the palm.

Feeling the breathing close to his ear, Lin Sheng felt that his whole body was stiff like a puppet, and he couldn't tell any other thoughts apart from listening to Liao Muyang's words carefully.

"Come on, the most basic strokes first."

"Heavy lifting and light knots, light lifting and light knots, and heavy lifting and light knots, these three kinds should be practiced well, so that the lines of the brush will be much cleaner after you get used to it, you know."

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's low-pitched voice, as well as the vibration from the back that was close to Liao Muyang's chest, his whole face was already pink into a ripe peach, he was only grateful in his heart that Liao Muyang couldn't see his face from this angle.

But this iron law of fearing that everything will come is really accurate and terrible.

Perhaps because he didn't get a reply from Lin Sheng, Liao Muyang tilted his head straight and moved his chin from Lin Sheng's head, looking towards Lin Sheng's face, as if wondering why Lin Sheng didn't respond for a long time.

Lin Sheng also instantly noticed Liao Muyang's movements, and immediately nodded his head, but it was a pity that he was one step too late.

From the corner of his eyes, Liao Muyang could already see the pink and tender cheeks and ear tips.

Brother Liao, based on the principle of not telling the truth when he sees it through, and that the partner can't run away, so he only curled the corner of his mouth viciously, and returned to the original state.

"Okay, the next step is the arrangement of the lines..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone vibrated and the phone rang. Lin Sheng subconsciously stiffened his back. He didn't relax until he saw Liao Muyang's phone in his panicked eyes.

Liao Muyang stretched out his long arm and squeezed the phone. He scanned the caller ID on the top, straightened up, and said to Lin Sheng.

"You practice the three brushstrokes first, and I'll answer the phone for a while."

Lin Sheng was already blushing, but listening to Liao Muyang's words was undoubtedly an amnesty to give him room to breathe, he nodded his head fiercely.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's small movements and smiled without saying a word. He just raised his hand and rubbed that little head lightly, then walked out the door and closed the door behind him.

It's a bit strange to have to travel so far to make a phone call, but Lin Sheng's mind is pure and he is busy calming down now, so there is no room for him to think about it.

Liao Muyang went out of the house, habitually lit a cigarette and took a puff before answering the phone.

"What is Yang Zi doing? It took so long to answer his phone."

"I didn't hear the bell just now."

"Oh, so, by the way, you texted me two hours ago, let me see what it is to call you back."

"I want to ask you something... Tsk, you are too noisy, so come out and say it."

"Fine, right now."

Liao Muyang heard the chaotic and noisy voices on the opposite side gradually fade away, and then asked about something serious.

"Asen, do you have any students from No. [-] Middle School?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Qiu Sen was a little surprised why he asked this, but he didn't think too much about it, so he replied to Liao Muyang's words first.

"Yes, a good school like No. [-] Middle School, there are only a few who come to me, and I can name them."

Listening to Qiu Sen's words, Liao Muyang had a plan in mind, took a deep breath on the cigarette, and asked.

"Is there someone named Qiu Yan in there?"