Chapter 415 Senior Brother Bai actually encouraged me to read Spring and Autumn Annals. Why did I ha

"It's already heated up, Junior Sister Shui, you..."

Bai Feng came out with the meatballs. Halfway through his speech, he noticed Shui Miaomiao staring at a certain place without blinking. He followed Shui Miaomiao's eyes and found that the door of his painting room was not closed tightly.

'When did it open? No, it seems that I forgot to close it. '

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head. Because Bai Yumo, Yun Yueyao and others knew about his Chunqiu vest, he was not painting as secretly as before. Yun Yueyao would even sneak in to watch him paint occasionally, which indirectly led to him no longer considering painting as a private matter.

Fortunately, the drawings on his desk were the clothing designs for Yuyao, not the revealing drawings of Chunqiu, otherwise it would not be easy to explain.

"Senior Brother Bai, I, I didn't see anything."

Shui Miaomiao finally noticed Bai Feng beside her, and she quickly covered her eyes with her hands and said.

"...It's not something shameful, you can see it if you want." Bai Feng said, suppressing his complaints in his heart.

"Eh?"

Shui Miaomiao was suddenly stunned. Was her guess wrong?

So she quietly showed a little finger gap: "Brother Bai, aren't you the one who painted the Spring and Autumn Annals?"

"I do have some relationship with the Spring and Autumn Annals, and I have collected a lot of books from the Spring and Autumn Annals." Bai Feng touched his chin and said bluffingly. In fact, it can't be said to be bluffing. What he said was true, but it was just ambiguous. "Why, have you also read the Spring and Autumn Annals, Sister Shui?"

"Uh..."

Shui Miaomiao subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she suddenly realized something-what? Brother Bai also collected books from the Spring and Autumn Annals?

For some reason, the shame in her heart suddenly dissipated, and she even felt a little excited. She nodded: "Well, I have indeed read it, but I think it's a bit too plain. If it can be painted more... Ahem, I didn't say anything."

She hurriedly stopped the car halfway through. Although Bai Feng had also read the Spring and Autumn Annals, it was still too strange to talk about that kind of thing with her brother.

Bai Feng didn't care. Instead, he smiled and shook his head: "There's no way. Drawing too directly will be banned, so I can only skirt the rules."

"Well, is that so?" Shui Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully. If she thought about it carefully, Chunqiu was indeed easier to buy, and it was even spread to Dongzhou.

Then she looked at Bai Feng again: "But I didn't expect that Senior Brother Bai would also look at this kind of thing..."

"Have you forgotten my history as a dandy?" Bai Feng glanced at Shui Miaomiao, "And if you want to draw people, you can't avoid this. You can't draw them just by imagination."

"Is there such a saying?" Shui Miaomiao scratched her head, and then a bold idea suddenly emerged in her mind, so she raised her head with expectation and asked, "Um, Senior Brother Bai, can I learn to draw from you?"

After all, she really likes Chunqiu's style of painting. Since Chunqiu doesn't draw that kind of picture, she has to "produce food" herself!

"Sure." Bai Feng nodded, "As long as you don't feel tired."

If Shui Miaomiao learns well, he can even let her be his painting assistant, which can save him a lot of effort.

"No!"

Anyway, she has nothing else to do except practicing on weekdays, so she can use it to learn painting, and she can stay with Senior Brother Bai legitimately. Even if she draws that kind of picture, maybe...

Pah!

Shui Miaomiao reached out and patted her face again-don't think about it anymore!

"Okay, I will teach you about painting later. Now you should try the newly improved meatballs while they are hot. They won't taste good when they are cold."

Bai Feng pushed the meatballs in the bowl in front of Shui Miaomiao. This meatball was improved by him based on the peeing beef balls. As for the reason for the improvement, it was very simple. When he was improving the fox food, he thought that the meatballs could also be improved, so he tried them together.

"Hmm!"

Shui Miaomiao looked at the meatballs and swallowed her saliva. I wonder what the meatballs improved by Senior Brother Bai taste like?

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a meatball impatiently and put it to her mouth, then bit it gently.

The next moment, the gravy in the meatball splashed out directly from the place where she bit it, and the gravy splashed directly on her face.

Bai Feng, who was standing by, instantly took a picture of this scene with a camera, which was why he didn't remind her.

"What is this?"

Shui Miaomiao was directly startled, and her expression became a little embarrassed, but when she subconsciously stretched out her tongue to lick the soup at the corner of her mouth, her eyes lit up instantly, and then she didn't even use a tissue or handkerchief, and directly stretched out her fingers to put the gravy on her face into her mouth, and she licked her fingers after finishing.

"Brother Bai, how did you think of sealing the gravy in the meatball?"

Shui Miaomiao asked while picking up the meatball she had taken a bite of, and then sucked the soup in small sips.

"I thought of it when I was eating soup dumplings." Bai Feng said casually, "How do you think it tastes?"

"Very delicious!" Shui Miaomiao picked up another meatball, but this time she didn't take a small bite, but stuffed the meatball directly into her mouth, feeling the 'fusion and collision' of the soup and the meatball. "I like both the solid and soup meatballs. The texture of the solid meatballs is firmer, but the delicious taste of the soup meatballs that bursts in the mouth at the moment of biting is irreplaceable by the solid meatballs. Well, it's really hard to tell which one is better."

"Just like it."

After a while, Shui Miaomiao rubbed her stomach with her hand. The spiritual power and medicinal power of these meatballs were really too much. After eating this bowl of meatballs, she felt a little full for the first time in a long time.

She was more and more glad to return to the Northern Region to find Senior Brother Bai. Her little sister probably wouldn't be able to eat such delicious meatballs in her life.

After eating and drinking, her mind suddenly became active again. She raised her head slightly and looked at Bai Feng beside her: "Um, Senior Brother Bai, when are we going to learn to paint?"

"If you have time, you can learn now." He already had some ideas about how to teach Shui Miaomiao to paint. "I'll tell you some basic content first, and you can practice more when you go back. But with your cultivation in the Spiritualization Stage, you should be able to learn quickly."

After all, what he wanted to teach was just simple painting skills, not something as mysterious as the Dao of Painting.

"Yeah!"

Seven days later...

Bai Feng looked at the abstract painting in his hand that seemed to be spliced ​​together at random, and he fell into deep thought.

In fact, the painting is still very good, but there is a sense of confusion of splicing different elements together. The background and the characters are out of tune, the lines of the clothes are a bit stiff, and they look like they are made of metal, while the face of the character is still a very realistic real face.

He looked at the nervous Shui Miaomiao, then looked at her painting, and finally put the painting aside: "I think you should cultivate your aesthetic taste first instead of learning to paint."

"Ah? What is that?"

Bai Feng did not answer Shui Miaomiao's doubts immediately, but walked to his study and moved a pile of books from the bottom of the bookcase: "These are all Spring and Autumn, and Yu Linglong's clothing design drawings. When you go back, take a look at them, and then think about the difference between your painting and these pictures."

Shui Miaomiao first looked at the pile of Spring and Autumn, and then looked at Bai Feng's serious face-Brother Bai actually encouraged me to read Spring and Autumn, how could I have such a strange delusion?