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This time, Lai Xinghui and Angela Chang shut up, remained silent all the way, and were only responsible for driving the door.

After opening the door, Lai Siyu, who was thinking, was sitting in meditating.

Zhang Shao and Lai Xinghui both felt nervous. They were already in this position when they went out, and they remained like this until night. Have you really been struggling for a whole day?

When Lai Siyu saw Li Yu, he immediately stood up and said with a pleading look.

"Master, what kind of painting can make you have a soul... I can't even think of it."

"Mr. Lai Siyu's previous paintings were paintings with souls." Li Yu said with a faint smile.

Li Yu's tone of speaking made Lai Xinghui and Angela Chang feel very strange. Lai Siyu was right in front of her, so why did she still speak in this third-person tone?

Lai Siyu in front of him seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with this way of speaking, so he nodded and said, "I saw it, but I always feel... not as good as I do now."

"Is that right?" Li Yu said: "Your paintings are exquisite and full, without any charm, empty and soulless, so how can you call them paintings? They are just prints."

Li Yu casually found a piece of paper, then picked up the pencil for sketching, and drew on the paper drawing board.

A picture of a chicken pecking at rice is presented on the drawing paper.

However, the chick jumped out...

Leaping out of the picture, I was really pecking at the rice.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Lai Xinghui and Angela Chang's heartbeat missed. This jumped out of the picture with a casual stroke. It was a miracle...

Lai Siyu didn't seem to be very shocked and looked at the little chicken with interest.

"Is this the soul of the painting...so that's it."

Lai Xinghui really wants to say that the soul of painting is not like this! No matter how others draw, they can’t draw a chicken that can really peck rice.

"Yes, this is the soul of the painting." Li Yu smiled faintly and said, "Do you understand?"

"It seems to understand."

Lai Siyu fell into a series of thoughts again and could not extricate himself.

No matter who spoke next, Lai Siyu ignored him.

"Master, my son, what's wrong with him?" Lai Xinghui asked with some concern. In fact, he looked so arrogant and still cared about his son very much.

Li Yu paused and did not directly answer Lai Xinghui's question, but asked directly: "Master Lai, look in the room. Which painting do you think is the best? Tell me."

Although Lai Xinghui didn't know why Li Yu asked this, he still read it.

In the room, I carefully read every painting accumulated and identified the best paintings.

After a long time, Lai Xinghui stopped in front of a picture, his face still very complicated.

Li Yu looked down at Lai Xinghui's gaze and it was indeed a sketch.

In the sketch, there is a young man who is drawing.

It is Lai Siyu's self-portrait.

Interestingly, this is not a pure sketch, but a sketch based on it and embellished with ink and wash. It is vivid and vivid, and it also has a floating charm.

"So he didn't really give up ink painting..." Lai Xinghui looked complicated: "I thought he had forgotten those techniques long ago."

Lai Xinghui, a father and son who lacks communication, secretly decided to give up his face in the future and communicate more with his son...

Anyway, I have lost all my face today.

At this time, Lai Xinghui looked at Li Yu with some gratitude. Because of Li Yu, he could let go of his so-called arrogance, otherwise he would definitely not think so in the past.

"Hahaha, son, you still said that you can't draw a good painting. Isn't this painting quite good?" Lai Xinghui smiled and looked at Lai Siyu and said.

Lai Siyu did not answer and was still thinking quietly.

Li Yu smiled.

"This painting is indeed what Mr. Lai Siyu painted...but it was not what he painted. Of course he would not answer your questions."

Li Yu's words made Angela Chang and Lai Xinghui stunned.

"This...who isn't this my son?"

"Yes, not, you will know later." Li Yu said lightly.

After a moment, [Lai Siyu] in front of him stood up and said seriously.

"I still, don't know how to draw a soulful painting."

“Want to know?”

"I think, I really think about it, I was born for this."

"Then ask Lai Siyu."

"good."

In front of him, [Lai Siyu] came to this self-portrait combining ink painting and sketching, and asked sincerely.

"Mr. Lai Siyu, how should I draw a soul-willed painting? Can I teach me..."

There was silence and no one answered him.

Lai Xinghui and Angela Chang thought he was mentally ill, so they actually asked questions about a painting.

[Lai Siyu] turned around and shook his head, "Sorry, he doesn't want to teach me. He said he is not free and is creating paintings, and he scolded me for this."

Li Yu smiled and came to the chicken pecking rice maple, and picked up the rice-pecker chicken.

A chick made of black lines also looks like black lines in the real world, and the painting style is incompatible.

Li Yu threw the chick into Lai Siyu's self-portrait.

The chicken seemed to be integrated into the painting, running in the painting, even shitting on Lai Siyu's head, making trouble in various ways...

Just when Angela Chang and Lai Siyu felt that they were not clear about it, the painting... moved.

Lai Siyu's self-portrait moved!

Lai Siyu stood up and shook off the chick on his head with anger. However, it was not so easy for the chick to be shaken off. He swayed left and right on his drawing board, and was extremely happy.

Lai Siyu shouted directly at the outside of the painting.

"Who threw this chicken in! I said, don't disturb me from painting!! You are really annoying, do you know? Please, can you shake me? I really don't want to pay attention to those troubles in the world. I really just want to draw. Dear brothers, I @#￥%…&."

A row of local swear words mixed with Mandarin gushed out, how unpleasant it was.

When he heard this swearing, Zhang Shao next to him burst into tears and said excitedly: "It's him, it's him, it's true, it's my husband! That's how he speaks! I will never forget his swearing accent in my life."

Li Yu: "..."

I always feel that there are quite a lot of complaints inside, but Li Yu still thinks it is better not to go into it in depth.

Lai Xinghui looked at the painting with a terrifying look on his face, his fingers trembled and he couldn't believe it.

"What the hell is going on...this...how could my son be here."

"That's it." Li Yu pointed to the painting and said, "This is your son, Lai Siyu, Zhang Shao's husband, a painter who can paint famous paintings."

Then, Li Yu pointed to the [Lai Siyu] in front of him and said.
Chapter completed!