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After several people separated.Li Hai asked quietly: "Brother Han, tell me, you suddenly decided to confront the old man, is it because of Xia Xiaomu?"

Lu Jinghan's eyes were complicated: "No."

Recently, he has a strong intuition that if he chooses to cooperate with Xie Weiwan, he will fall into the abyss of eternal doom, and the sun will never be seen again.

Xia Xiaomu didn't do anything to him, but his existence was like a little sun, illuminating his world.It wasn't because of Xia Xiaomu himself, but because of his appearance, he suddenly let him find his way forward.

It seems that only by his side can one feel the light.

"Brother Han, you can think clearly, if you disobey the old master, it will take some twists and turns to gain power in Lu's family, and the road ahead for us will be difficult."

Lu Jinghan snorted lightly: "I've been here for so many years, and I'm still afraid of the future. Besides, among those people in the Lu family, who is my opponent?"

Li Hai's whole body was smooth.Yes, Brother Han doesn't need these tricks to win at all.Why can't he get it with his ability!These days, he was really blinded and almost went astray.

"Then, Brother Han, I'm asking you the last question." Li Hai turned his head with a deep smile: "Did you fall for Xia Xiaomu?"

Lu Jinghan clicked his tongue: "Why are you talking so much nonsense, drive hard."

Something happened to Ning Ning's band because of the venue of the next performance. After having dinner with Lu Jinghan, Ning Ning took Xia Xiaomu to meet Fatty Ah Fei and the others.

The matter of buying a bed was postponed until tomorrow, and Xia Xiaomu still slept on the sofa at night.

However, when he was about to go out to the furniture city early the next morning, he received a call from Uncle Zhou, the housekeeper of Mrs. Lu's house, asking him to go to the old house of the Lu family.

Xia Xiaomu thought it was the old man who wanted to talk to him about painting, so he packed his bags and set off without thinking too much.

After Uncle Zhou picked him up and entered the villa, he realized that something was wrong.The atmosphere in the room was very dignified, not only Lu Jingcheng was there, but also the head of the school, the instructor Teacher Liu, and even roommate Xu Zhe!

Xia Xiaomu faintly felt that something bad might have happened.

"Sit down." Grandpa Lu was still kind, but there was some scrutiny in his eyes.

He said slowly: "Xiao Mu, they told me that your major is not oil painting. And your classmate said that he has never seen you paint oil painting. Is it true?"

Xia Xiaomu looked up at the people in the room. The head of the department and Mr. Liu looked at him suspiciously, while Lu Jingcheng and Xu Zhe looked like they were waiting for a good show.

Is it

When Xu Zhe met Xia Xiaomu's glance, he felt guilty for a moment.Immediately, he puffed up his chest again, and he didn't lie, so what are you afraid of!

Yesterday, Lu Jingcheng found him and asked him about Xia Xiaomu. Only then did he know that Xia Xiaomu lied about a painting called life, which was painted by himself, and lied to Mrs. Lu that he was an abstract painter.

Bah, Xia Xiaomu is a major in traditional Chinese painting, and I have never seen him paint any abstract paintings.No wonder you got involved with Lu Jinghan, it turned out that you deceived Mrs. Lu, this time you will die!

It turned out that Lu Jingcheng had been out of breath since Xia Xiaomu made a fool of him last time.

He went to investigate Xia Xiaomu again in private, and found that Xia Xiaomu's grades in culture were not bad, and his major was Chinese painting, but he clearly remembered that this kid had been talking about oil painting with his grandfather that day.Later, I asked Xia Xiaomu's roommates, and they said that Xia Xiaomu had never touched oil paint.

The faces captured in the surveillance were blurred, and when he saw Xia Xiaomu that day, he felt that he was very different from the people in the video.

Maybe Xia Xiaomu wasn't the kid in the video at all.It must be that one day when I saw myself looking for him, I was obsessed with ghosts for a while, and boldly deceived myself and grandpa in order to climb to Lu's house.

This kid dared to lie to Lu's family, he was courting death.And according to his roommate, this kid is very close to Lu Jinghan.

Doesn't that mean that Lu Jinghan and this kid partnered to deceive Grandpa!Hmph, I just seized this opportunity and trampled Lu Jinghan and Xia Xiaomu to death together.

In order to convince his grandfather that Xia Xiaomu had lied to him, Lu Jingcheng specially called the head of the art department, his instructor teacher, and his roommate to confront him on the spot.

Facing Grandpa Lu's questioning, Xia Xiaomu nodded: "Yes, I am now majoring in traditional Chinese painting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dean of the department severely reprimanded him: "Xia Xiaomu, why did you lie to Mr. Lu? Children simply don't know the seriousness of the matter and are extremely stupid. Do you know the consequences of lying to Mr. Lu?"

Teacher Liu also shook his head: "Xiao Mu, I know that your family's conditions are not good, but you can't use opportunistic shortcuts to take shortcuts. You should apologize to the old man properly and go back to school to accept punishment."

Lu Jingcheng: "It's bad, it's not for climbing our Lu family."

They accused one sentence after another, but Xia Xiaomu couldn't get a word in from the sidelines.

In the end, Mrs. Lu waved his hand and stopped them: "Xiao Mu, let me ask you, although you are taking Chinese painting as an elective, you can draw abstract paintings, right? This life was indeed drawn by you, right? "

Although these people came over early in the morning and talked about Xia Xiaomu cheating him, but in the chat that day, he could see that Xia Xiaomu knew how to draw.

In such a situation, there is nothing more touching than trusting yourself.

Xia Xiaomu's eyes shone with confidence, and he nodded heavily at Grandpa Lu: "Yes, Grandpa, I painted life, and I can also paint oil paintings."

Lu Jingcheng laughed at him: "Don't just talk, why don't you draw a picture on the spot to prove it to everyone."

That's really what I wished for!

Xia Xiaomu raised a smiling face: "Thank you Mr. Lu for giving me this opportunity."

Lu Jingcheng:?

This kid is so calm?

Mrs. Lu is obsessed with painting like his life, and occasionally draws a few strokes at home, so there are all kinds of painting tools at home.After he ordered the housekeeper to prepare, after a while, the easel, oil paint, paintbrush, brush, and pen container were all moved in front of Xia Xiaomu.

Xia Xiaomu caressed these familiar tools, and all the cells in his body trembled with excitement.Almost two months later, he can finally draw!

This is his favorite thing to do. God knows that he is holding a brush in his dreams, dipping in oil paint and waving creations.

Mrs. Lu's tools are all the best, and they are also the brands of oil paints he often used in the original world.His hands trembling as he caressed boxes of familiar oil paints excitedly.

Lu Jingcheng smiled even more, thinking that Xia Xiaomu's lies were about to be exposed soon, and was frightened.

Humph, let's see what you can draw!

Xia Xiaomu sat in front of the drawing board and began to think: what to draw?

He recalled what happened after he came to this world, and at the beginning he knew nothing about the people and things of this century.By pretending to be stupid and silent, he understood the people and things around him by making insinuations, but he was facing a poor life, eating dry steamed buns to fill his stomach every day, which was miserable.

Then I met Lu Jinghan in the cafeteria, and then the two miraculously met each other.He got into trouble again and again, and was rescued by Lu Jinghan again and again.

Although his expression was indifferent every time, he could feel the warmth he brought and a sense of security that he had never had before.

No one knows how cold and dark their former world was, and no one knows how helpless and hopeless they were once.

Before meeting Lu Jinghan, no one had rescued him

In an instant, he had inspiration.

He started to paint, skillfully arranged the brush pens of various sizes and the paints to be used one by one, and then took out the pencil from the pen holder and started to draw the base map.

From the moment he wrote, the people sitting in the room were immediately attracted to him. He wrote quickly, without hesitation, and even without erasing. The pencil almost flew on the canvas, as if there was no touch at all. People who have touched oil painting.

More attracted by the focused look.He has a thin figure, but he sits very upright, his lips are tightly closed, his pretty face is tense, only a pair of eyes are shining, and he exudes an indescribable charm, as if he is the only one in the world who is so focused Same.

When Xia Xiaomu was concentrating, she would really forget everything, she couldn't even hear the voices of the people around her, and she only focused on displaying the pictures in her brain on the canvas.

When I start toning, I get used to putting the pencil in my mouth and holding it.

Suddenly a hand reached out and pulled out a pencil from his mouth, and he looked up:

It turned out to be Lu Jinghan!

When did the senior come over?

Lu Jinghan held the pencil with a calm expression, but reflected in Xia Xiaomu's deep eyes, there was a trace of softness that no one else could see. He opened his thin lips lightly: "Dirty, I will hold it for you."

Xia Xiaomu was drawing at his home yesterday, and the pencil in his mouth was his own.But today it is a pencil from the old house, who knows who has touched it.

In an instant, Xia Xiaomu felt more at ease again.

He smiled at Lu Jinghan, lowered his head and started toning.Then I picked up a brush and boldly painted it with oil paint. The pure white canvas was painted with a layer of gray and dark color, which was as thick as lead, which looked very depressing.

Gradually, the expressions on the faces of the head of the department and Mr. Liu became more and more shocked.

In addition to being amazed by his skillful color palette and bold coloring, he also has the precision of brushwork and the aura of painting.The painting shown on the canvas is only a prototype, but they can already see that this is definitely an excellent work.

Mrs. Lu once said that his writing in life was jerky and hesitant.That's because colored pencils can't let him accurately call out the color he likes.

The rudimentary form is gradually revealed, above is the dense and oppressive sky covered with dark clouds and lead, and below is the city that will be shrouded in darkness, and the buildings are oppressed and deformed.

Pedestrians walking sparsely on the street saw faces, and their eyes were even more empty, like walking dead who lost their way.The whole is depressing, dull, and suffocating.

Until he added a touch of gold to the thick clouds.

It's just a trace, it's still faintly visible, if there is nothing, but if you look closely, that faint golden trace has infinite tension, and it seems to tear the sky, making people imagine that behind the thick clouds, there is a The sun that shines round the earth.

He pens in the bottom corner of the painting: sunshe.

Lu Jingcheng just wanted to say, what are you painting, where is the sunshine.After looking around at the expressions of the people around him, he immediately shut his mouth.

The room was very quiet, the mouths of the two teachers hadn't closed yet, their faces were extremely shocked.Xu Zhe looked at Xia Xiaomu in disbelief.

And Lu Jinghan wasn't looking at the painting, he was looking at Xia Xiaomu.

This painting, just like his heart, has been shrouded in dark clouds, dark and heavy like lead, and you are the sunshine that tears through the dark sky, so that you will never lose your way again.