Chapter 81: A little bit
This brother, can't call for nothing.
Then.
After half a minute, several people screamed more sincerely.
Because everyone has an extra red ticket in his hand and the extra pocket money, who doesn’t like it?
"You guys go and play."
"it is good."
A few went to play in the water again.
Shu Fu came to the beach, stepped into the water, and couldn't help but feel novel.
The first time I saw the sea, the first time I went to the sea, I felt pretty good.
walking on the beach.
The sea came and went, and it was over the upper. Suddenly, Shu Fu turned his head and asked his cousin:
"Today's puncture is artificial, right?"
"what?"
Shu Xianxian was surprised for a while, but he didn't expect Shu Fu to ask this.
"Who did it? Why?" Shu Fu continued to ask.
"..."
Shu Shu's slim lips closed slightly, his expression hesitant, obviously, his father didn't want to let Shu Fu know about it.
aside.
Step Xiaoling's face suddenly burst into anger.
"Throwing nails again? Damn, too damn..." Before he finished speaking, Shu Xianxian's hand covered his mouth. Bu Xiaoling's nerves seemed to understand something.
did not say any more.
"Did other Chinese do it?" Shu Fu suddenly said.
"of course not."
Xiaoling listened and shook his head vigorously.
"That's a local."
A little trick, Shu Fu got the answer he wanted.
"..."
Shu Xianxian was speechless.
put out the key information in one sentence. Bu Xiaoling hurriedly covered her mouth, but thinking about it carefully, she had to answer the question just now.
This little brother is so tired!
"To understanding."
Shu Fu smiled, and didn't ask any more, so as not to embarrass the two women, he should wait for the news from the guards.
. . .
went shopping for more than half an hour.
return.
When I returned to the community, the sunset almost disappeared below the horizon. Solar lights absorbed the heat of the day and began to illuminate the community at night.
"Boom! Boom!"
"哧!"
"..."
Dog barking.
The sound of cooking adds a bit of excitement to the remote community here.
The air is filled with familiar and somewhat unfamiliar tastes. Although they are all Chinese, after a long time in a foreign country, the taste of some dishes will inevitably change.
of course.
Assimilation is impossible.
The extensive and profound Chinese cuisine is difficult for other countries to match.
"Xianxian, I will go to you after dinner."
"it is good."
Step Xiaoling went home.
enter the house.
The table is already full of fragrant food.
"Come and sit down, drink?" Shu Zheng asked.
"Don't drink."
"Come and try the lobster, the neighbor made it."
"it is good."
"..."
"Do you usually cook by yourself or eat outside?"
"You usually do it yourself."
"..."
"Really? Then try your craft tomorrow."
"no problem."
"..."
The dinner table is full of fun.
Although the time to get along is not long, the feeling of being with relatives makes Shu Fu's heart warm, perhaps because he has been alone for a long time.
eat full.
Drink enough.
and Shu Zheng came to the second floor to pick the stage, drink and digest, and take a look at the stars in the sky. In the open space in the middle of the community, some children play together.
The community is small.
has a large population.
Some are Chinese who have been in India for many years, and they have brought in many relatives.
old man.
Youth.
Child.
There are more than 100 people living together. Among these families, Shu Zheng’s family is the least, and there are only three in total.
"Uncle, do you want to go back to China?" Shu Fu suddenly asked.
"Go home?"
Shu Zheng thought for a while, nodded, then shook his head, "What can I do when I go back?"
"You can also plant rubber trees, anything else will do, I can help."
"Heh! No more."
Shu Zheng shook his head.
"It’s good to get used to it here."
He didn't want to cause trouble to Shu Fu, especially when he was old and lost some of the aggressiveness of his youth.
Hua Xia people pay attention to returning home, but they also have a strong idea of keeping one's career. Although the family business he worked hard is not too big, it also carries his youth.
can't bear it.
Hear the words.
Shu Fu stopped persuading, and waited until he made some achievements in the future before mentioning it.
. . .
After a while, Bu Xiaoling pedaled upstairs.
"Brother."
yelled sweetly, and got into Shu Xianxian's room. Seeing this, Shu Zheng suddenly said.
"You said your shop is woodcut?"
"Correct."
"Should I draw pictures too, right?"
"I know a little."
"Haha, that's great, Sianxian likes painting the most, but you also know that this place is remote, not to mention that the teacher is difficult to ask, and the level is poor."
"How about you teach her?"
"No problem at all."
Shu Fu answered.
Then.
When the two came to Shu Xianxian's room, they saw two girls doing their own work. Bu Xiaoling was making origami and Shu Xianxian was drawing, both of them were very quiet.
"Brother."
"Dad."
Seeing Shu Fu, Shu Xianxian hurriedly covered the drawing board with his hands. His father didn't see much, but he was a bit shy to show his cousin on his level.
"Xianxian, tell you something."
"Your brother can also paint. If you don't understand in the future, you can ask him for advice."
"what?"
The big eyes of the two girls looked cute.
Seeing this, Shu Fu smiled and walked to the side of Shu Xianxian, only to see a portrait sketch on the drawing board, and some other works hanging on the wall.
landscape.
people.
Fruits and vegetables.
......
In an instant, he judged the level of his cousin, and he could only say so.
"Really? Brother, can you draw a picture for me?" Bu Xiaoling jumped out first.
"Yes."
Shu Xianxian hurriedly gave up her position~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She also wanted to see what her cousin was. Shu Fu looked at the brush and sharpened it carefully.
Three minutes later.
More than a dozen brushes with different pen points were cut, and the knife was sharpened without accidentally cutting wood.
turned her head and stared at Bu Xiaoling for ten seconds, turned her face red, and then turned her head back.
Close his eyes, take a deep breath, and outline the frame in his mind.
Several people on the side felt something called a ‘ritual sense’.
suddenly.
Shu Fu opened his eyes.
picked up a pen and began to draw on the drawing board.
"what!"
"So fast!"
"Hiss!"
"..."
At the moment Shu Fu wrote the pen, the eyes of several people were firmly attracted, and their hearts began to be shocked. They were drawing, it was one stroke at a time.
I have to look at the target to be drawn from time to time.
Shu Fu? His hands were as fast as a shadow, and he no longer looked at Bu Xiaoling at all.
gradually.
The whole painting is clear.
face shape.
eyebrows.
eyes.
nose.
......
is almost exactly the same as Bu Xiaoling. At first glance, he almost thought it was a black and white photo of Bu Xiaoling.
Under 200's physical fitness, it took only six minutes to draw a perfect portrait, and the few people behind him had their mouths open.
Shu Fu just said that he would be a little bit.
But when I look at it now, I feel that Shu Fu is too modest. This is more than just a little bit, it's a master technique.
Even this is not enough to describe Shu Fu's painting skills. It is true that other painters can paint like this, but how about the speed?
At least one hour, right?
Shu Fu only took six minutes.
