Cross Situ Jing

?Actually, Situ Jing sincerely refused Wu Hua's request to stay in Shenshui Palace.They also chatted for a while, but in the end, all Situ Jing's words were blocked by Wu Hua's words.

Situ Jing expressed her willingness to make meat dishes, but no matter how hard she tried, there was no way, no way, no rejection.

Really.

She still had a lot to say, and finally swallowed it all.It's that principled, huh.

So, now she and Wuhua are standing in front of Yin Ji; even when Yin Ji is looking at her, she still bows her head in shame.

Then, there was no more, and Yin Ji, who didn't know what to think about, still acquiesced in the existence of Wu Hua; Situ Jing, who had achieved her goal, didn't give Wu Hua a chance to speak, and directly dragged him away by his sleeve.

Always feel inexplicably guilty.

Still feeling like I did something stupid.

Still don't think about it.

"Let's take Dudu to catch rabbits! It's less wasteful to eat rabbits." Situ Jing couldn't help but dragged Wu Hua to Dudu's room.

Wuhua looked at the hand that was pulling his sleeve, her eyebrows were lowered, she couldn't see the expression clearly, but Wei Wei used a skill to stand still, her tone was calm and firm: "I want to change clothes first."

The corner of Situ Jing's mouth twitched: "You go to the grass to catch rabbits right away, what clothes do you want to change! We'll talk about it when we come back!"

Wuhua frowned slightly, but in the end she didn't refute that he didn't agree to "catch rabbits" at all, but said: "Catching rabbits is just a matter of raising your hand; what else do you want to do with Dudu?"

Situ Jing glanced at him, then used her internal strength to continue pulling and walked forward: "But Dudu likes to catch rabbits." For this reason, she has to eat rabbits often; although she doesn't really like rabbit meat, she always feels that it doesn't matter , somewhat fishy.But the cooks in Shenshui Palace are not bad, and they are barely acceptable.But she is looking forward to how Wuhua will deal with it; she still believes in his authority and certification in food.

Wuhua could shake off Situ Jing's hand with a flick of his sleeve, but he didn't do that after all, it was meaningless: "Do you like catching rabbits?" Wuhua asked this question, but she was not really attached to the answer; , so I asked casually.

"Yes, Nangong Ling discovered a hobby when he took him to play." In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the door of Dudu's room; today is Dudu's rest day, and no one agreed with Situ Jing's proposal of five-day workday and two-day rest. Both Yin Ji and Xiong Niangzi felt it was weird for seven days, and it was hard to remember... In the end, they took a bath every ten days, which happened to be a ten-day period.

Dudu is drawing in the room, not children's stick figures; Dudu's attitude is very serious.Shenshui Palace didn't invite a painting teacher, and Situ Jing had the impression that there are no rules in art. Dudu wanted to try painting, so he bought him all kinds of painting tools, and he could paint as Dudu liked.Moreover, she really thinks that Dudu's paintings look good...even if she can't understand what she draws, but Dudu's aesthetics are inherently good, and the pictures look pretty good; besides, our Chinese paintings are not just freehand brushwork!Well, there is no need to draw like.So Situ Jing always praised Dudu without hesitation.

Dudu was still very encouraged by Situ Jing's words, so he was full of confidence and energy and kept tossing and drawing by himself.

Then, now, Wuhua took a look through the half-closed door, and her brows were furrowed.

Dudu was very focused when he was painting, and subconsciously he also trusted the environment of Shenshui Palace. He was so focused on painting that he didn't notice that Situ Jing and Wuhua were outside the door.But when they looked at him, he still keenly felt the staring eyes, raised his eyes, his small face was still a little gloomy, but immediately widened his eyes and blinked.

Wuhua walked over directly, looked at Dudu's painting at a close distance, did not loosen her brows, and did not speak.

Dudu looked at him, then at Situ Jing, a three-headed young lady just stood there in a daze, still not clear about the situation.Because Dudu was painting when Wuhua arrived, and did not automatically monitor Shenshui Palace at all; in other words, painting was also one of the ways Dudu learned to control his concentration.

When Wuhua turned her face away, it was Situ Jing who asked directly: "Which genre of painter did you hire for Dudu?"

Situ Jing also blinked: "Dudu was just drawing for fun, what kind of master should I invite?"

Wuhua didn't feel any surprise at all; she ignored her and looked down at Dudu who was a little at a loss: "Can you tell me what you painted?"

"...It's nothing, it's what I want to draw." Dudu looked at Wuhua with watery eyes, "Can't you?"

Wuhua really didn't understand for a while, so she could only look at Situ Jing who had been raising Dudu again.Situ Jing really understood: "Dudu draws according to his feeling, and he can draw as he wants." She really thinks that Dudu's paintings are very beautiful, um, they are like the decorative paintings hanging on the walls of people's European-style decoration.Dudu draws much better!Can have artistic talent.

But Wu Hua of the Chinese School obviously couldn't understand the true meaning of abstract art; he obviously really didn't understand what Situ Jing was thinking: "You don't plan to let him learn painting?"

Situ Jing didn't understand either, and said inexplicably, "I buy painting tools for Dudu regularly."

Wuhua endured it, and her tone was gentle in the end, but a little depressed: "He even holds the pen in the wrong posture."

Situ Jing was unconvinced: "Is this still fixed?"

Wuhua choked up for a moment: "...not really. But I've never seen anything like this." He'd never seen someone grab a brush and paint like a wall-pasting brush.

Situ Jing was very optimistic: "It means that Dudu has become a school of its own."

Wuhua finally raised one hand and pressed her temple.

Situ Jing also saw that Wuhua didn't like Dudu's paintings; she really has no vision for appreciation, art has no rules, no rules, okay? !

Dudu suddenly spoke, a little confused: "Is no one caught like that? Mother said that she saw someone else caught like that."

She has seen it... But, in her previous life, she saw people, uh, painted oil paintings.It doesn't matter, innovation is good.Moreover, Dudu's paintings are really pretty; it's a pity that they are all decorated in Chinese classical style now, otherwise it would be great to hang on the wall, okay?

But looking at the look in Wuhua's eyes; she was so aggrieved that she couldn't explain it.

"It's fine if Dudu draws nicely."

Wuhua didn't understand if Situ Jing was serious: did she really think that the random color blocks stacked together look good?

"Dudu, tell him what you drew." Situ Jing looked at the listless Dudu with some distress, and supported Dudu angrily.She, heck, is she the one who has read art textbooks with countless paintings by famous Chinese and foreign masters?It's not like Wuhua, who has shallow knowledge╭(╯^╰)╮

"The sky." Dudu's voice was still tender, "This is the sky full of sunset glow I saw last night."

In this way, the feeling of Wuhua is a little clearer, and this kind of chaos can also be interpreted as clouds, and it is indeed not chaotic if you look closely; he can faintly feel a natural silence and powerlessness at sunset.When he no longer sees paintings.He also felt that he was probably being photographed.But he has never seen anyone paint the sky alone: ​​"Why do you want to paint the sky?"

"But mother said, you can draw whatever you want to draw." Dudu said a little cautiously, but in his words, he seemed to take it for granted.

In Wuhua's eyes, the meaning is unclear for a while, and it is extremely complicated.

"Am I not good at painting?" Dudu looked a little disappointed; he didn't dare to let his mother know, in fact, he didn't quite believe what his mother said.No matter what kind of mother he is, he agrees, although he is very happy and happy when he hears it; but if it is not for him, he can still hear what others say, and he really thinks that he is really the smartest and most powerful kid in the world.Nothing can be messed up.

He has known for a long time that his father's painting skills are also the best in the world; this is much more authoritative than his mother in his heart.

"...Your drawing is indeed different from anyone else, but it is indeed very interesting." Wuhua sighed, "But you have to learn to make others feel that it is they who can't understand your paintings, not you. Drawing nonsense."

"So, sometimes you just draw casually." Situ Jing interjected.

Wuhua: "...I only write when I feel something in my heart, but I really can't express that feeling in words; in the end, I just leave it to the explanation."

Situ Jing tilted her head: "Isn't that still the meaning of drawing casually?"

Wuhua: ...he should have gotten used to it long ago, it would be better to ignore her words from the beginning.

Situ Jing looked proudly at Wuhua and stopped talking: "Shall we go catch rabbits?" The mood was overwhelmed and he picked up Dudu who wanted to say something.The advantage of practicing martial arts is that it is easy for her to hold such a big Dudu.

She doesn't need a man, she can also play high with Dudu.

Although Dudu actually didn't like to hold high after he was two years old.

Dudu was thinking painfully: How can he convince his mother that he really doesn't like catching rabbits?It was a surprise that he had so much fun that day!It was an accident!He doesn't like to catch rabbits!He killed so many rabbits, why doesn't my mother believe it? ?