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Liao Muyang stood behind Lin Sheng, gesturing to Qiu Sen.

He raised his hand and curled his fingers to nod his mouth, frowning and shaking his head at Qiu Sen.

Qiu Sen still looked at Lin Sheng, but he also caught a glimpse of Liao Muyang's movements out of the corner of his eye, and immediately understood that Lin Sheng couldn't speak.

The inability to speak in modern society is hardly a surprise.

Seeing the seriousness on Liao Muyang's face, Qiu Sen was able to react. He was afraid that Lin Sheng would think too much if he reacted too much, so he continued to smile and change the subject in an extremely polite manner.

"Lin Sheng, then I'll call you Sheng Zi."

Qiu Sen's hometown dialect is Cantonese, and since he was a child, he has been doing business with his family, so he speaks Mandarin very standard, but with some habitual idiosyncrasies.

Lin Sheng's thoughts were still on Chou Sen's self-introduction. He always felt that the name was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had heard it before. It wasn't until Chou Sen's words came again that he came back to his senses. nodded.

Liao Muyang was relieved to see Chou Sen's smooth reaction, but raised his eyebrows when he heard the word Sheng Zai, thinking it sounded good.

Chou Sen's eyes followed Lin Sheng's slightly lowered head, and he saw the unpainted drawing paper. He pointed at the drawing paper with his finger, and said to Lin Sheng.

"You are drawing a manuscript, can I have a look."

Hearing that someone wanted to look at his painting, Lin Sheng's grape eyes suddenly became inexplicably sparkling and happy. He held up the drawing paper with both hands, and handed it to Chou Sen.

Following Lin Sheng's example, Chou Sen also stretched out his hands to take the drawing paper, looked at it for a while, and said with a smile.

"Did you draw Da Mao?"

Listening to what Chou Sen said right at a glance, Lin Sheng squinted his eyes and nodded with a smile.

Liao Muyang, who was standing behind him, looked at Chou Sen inexplicably with a bit of disgust, and straightened up a little bit to drive him out of the house.

After all, Lin Sheng's paintings hadn't been carefully completed before he was taken away by this ostentatious peacock.

The more Brother Liao thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, he kept stirring the tip of his tongue against the back molars, and looked at Qiu Sen with an extremely displeased look.

Qiu Sen and Liao Muyang have known each other for many years, and their ability to resist pressure has long been extraordinary. He went back and forth and scanned the entire drawing paper slowly, before speaking to Liao Muyang awkwardly.

"Yangzi, do you want to see the big hair painted by Shengzi?"

Liao Muyang took the advantage of standing behind Lin Sheng that Lin Sheng couldn't see his expression, so he made a cheeky smile at Chou Sen, and by the way raised his hand to wipe his throat, but his tone was still like It was as gentle as before Lin Sheng.

"Look, my child's drawing, I have no reason not to read it."

Looking at Liao Muyang's expression, Qiu Sen inexplicably felt a chill and shivered. Thinking that he would be stabbed by Liao Muyang soon, his rather awkward tone also restrained a bit, and he raised his hand to pass the drawing to Liao Muyang. Said.

"I think Sheng Zi's picture is good, it's my style, and it's good for my flower arm."

Liao Muyang took the drawing paper that Qiu Sen handed over, and looked at the pattern on the top that made Da Mao a thousand times more cute. He really couldn't think of the characteristic that apart from the lack of an ear, how could it be seen that it was a family member? That silly dog.

But this idea is just thinking about it in my heart, it is naturally impossible for Brother Liao to say it.

Looking at the drawing paper, he felt that Lin Sheng had made great progress, but it was not difficult to see that this painting style was based on his astronaut's manuscript.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and genius is in the eyes of Brother Liao.

Liao Muyang didn't think about anything else at all, he just murmured in his heart that his child is really a genius, his ability to copy styles is like a machine copy, without losing a little bit of his own design.

He pinched the drawing, and still found some places that needed to be modified, but the problem was not too big, he said to Qiu Sen.

"What, want to get a tattoo?"

"Well, it's very cute. The astronaut you drew and Sheng Zi's Q version of big hair are also very suitable."

Lin Sheng had been listening to the two of them in silence until he understood what Chou Sen meant and knew that he wanted to have his painting tattooed on his body before he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and typed.

"I just started to learn to draw, and there are still many disadvantages. It is not suitable for you to use as a tattoo on your body."

Qiu Sen looked at the phone that Lin Sheng handed over to him, turned his gaze back and glanced at it, and then continued to speak when he understood the meaning.

"This picture is pretty good. Anyway, I like it very much. You don't have to worry about drawing it badly. If it doesn't work, can you ask Yang Zi to modify it a little bit?"

Lin Sheng was naturally happy when he heard Qiu Sen say that he liked this picture, but even if Lin Sheng had never had a tattoo on his body, he knew that he should choose the picture carefully and carefully. What he did made Lin Sheng uncontrollably worried.

I am worried that if there is something wrong with my painting, it will make Qiu Sen regret it after getting the tattoo.

But after listening to Qiu Sen's last words, he felt that there seemed to be some truth in it. If Liao Muyang could modify his own picture, then everyone could feel at ease.

Lin Sheng took back the phone, and the worry that he could not draw well eased up after realizing that Liao Muyang could change.

Liao Muyang rubbed Lin Sheng's head, accepted Chou Sen's words, and spoke.

"It's okay, Sheng Zai just draws. I'll take a look after the drawing is finished. If there is something that is not good enough, we can modify it together."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words and the intimate nicknames, Lin Sheng's face became slightly warm.

He wondered why he didn't respond when Qiu Sen yelled that, but when Liao Muyang opened his mouth, the reaction was activated instantly like a series switch.

But thanks to this reaction, Lin Sheng couldn't tell what was going on, and nodded obediently to Liao Muyang.

Liao Muyang looked at Lin Sheng's obedient appearance, the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be going up to the sky, and Qiu Sen, who was looking straight across, had a disgusted expression.

Brother Liao rubbed Lin Sheng's head again, and continued to speak.

"I'm going to work inside, come to me if you have something to do, go to the refrigerator to get something to eat when you're hungry, don't ask me what you want to do, just do it yourself, you understand."

"There are still some colors left in this sketch. You can just paint according to your own ideas. I will change it if I see something wrong after I finish the painting."

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words seriously, and waited for him to finish speaking, then tilted his head slightly, nodded his head at him, and pursed the corners of his mouth shyly.

Liao Muyang, who was sunk in the vortex and looked straight at him, lost his defense in an instant.

Brother Liao cleared his throat uncomfortably, and calmed down a bit, before speaking to the smiling Chou Sen.

"Go inside and sit down, hurry up."

Listening to Liao Muyang's 180-degree turn in tone, Qiu Sen curled his lips but didn't say anything, and walked straight towards the workbench in a familiar way.

Liao Muyang didn't keep up with Qiu Sen's pace, he turned to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk with sugar for Lin Sheng, put it in Lin Sheng's hand, and then turned to the workbench.

Listening to the sound of Liao Muyang's walking away, Lin Sheng gently put down the marker pen in his hand, and took the warm ceramic cup with both hands.

He lowered his head, fixed his eyes on the sweet milk, but couldn't help but pursed his lips shyly and silently narrowed his eyes into small crescent moons.

Liao Muyang walked into the workbench, closed the wooden door with good sound insulation, and said to Qiu Sen angrily.

"Take off your bird feathers and put your arms back."

Hearing Liao Muyang's tone, Qiu Sen clicked his tongue.

"Yangzi, why didn't I realize that your double standards are so serious?"

"It's not too late to realize now."

Qiu Sen watched as Liao Muyang put on rubber gloves and transferred the blueprints he had drawn earlier on his arm. His expression was not at all gentle as in front of Lin Sheng, and he couldn't help but joke.

"Yangzi, seriously, where did you abduct such a baby, who is so easy to blush these days, it's so rare, it's simply a rare species in the ecological reserve."

Liao Muyang glanced at Qiu Sen, and said calmly.

"Stay away from him, don't lead him down."

Chou Sen clicked his tongue, and felt that there was no way to continue the conversation today, but he also knew that he was the one who made fun of it first, so he simply spoke in a more serious manner.

"Okay, stop joking, tell me how you abducted him home, he looks quite small, probably underage, Lawyer Liao."

Liao Muyang looked down at Qiu Sen condescendingly, and spoke with a bit of indescribable pride in his tone again.

"I'm 17 and a half years old, and I'll be eighteen in ten days."

Qiu Sen looked at the person who kept saying that he was a peacock just now, but now his tail is almost up to the sky.

He twitched the corner of his mouth a little speechlessly, and said.

"That's really congratulations."