So when being stared at by such a huge "ghost behind her", Su Qingluan recalled the fear of having her head poked by her homeroom teacher through the back window of the classroom, and she suddenly felt overwhelmed.
…Even though she was in such a “proctored” state, it didn’t mean she couldn’t draw. However, the same thing still applies—it’s possible, but not necessary.
Su Qingluan turned her head and said with a flattering smile: "How about... you go find a book to read?" Or do something else, but don't be her ghost behind her!
At this moment, Su Qingluan missed Mu Xingzhi, who was "sick and unable to walk".
As if sensing Su Qingluan's resentment, Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded, turned around... and sat back in his wheelchair, continuing to cosplay as a sickly young man.
Well, Su Qingluan knew that even in her own yard, the other party would not rashly walk out on foot if there was a possibility of being seen outside.
Although she hadn't picked up a pen for a while and it was the first time she used the "pencil" in her hand, so it wasn't very handy, but after all, the foundation she had accumulated over the years was still there, and Su Qingluan quickly completed this still life painting.
After a long sigh of relief, Su Qingluan called Mu Xingzhi over to take a look.
When Mu Xingzhi stood up, he was holding a teacup in his hand. When he walked over and lowered his head, his posture was quite casual and lazy.
However, when he saw Su Qingluan's "painting", his originally nonchalant smile suddenly paused and became solemn and serious.
He quickly put the teacup back on the table - Su Qingluan had never seen his movements so quick and efficient - and then... sat down in the wheelchair again?
Su Qingluan was stunned. Shouldn't he have quickly walked over to her again to inquire about the mystery of this painting? Why was this development different from what she had expected?
Next, she knew why Mu Xingzhi sat in a wheelchair on purpose.
Mu Xingzhi pressed something under the table, and immediately a crisp bell sound was heard from the direction of the eaves outside.
For a moment, Su Qingluan was really curious about how Mu Xingzhi's mechanism was designed - but she suppressed her curiosity.
This should be confidential, right?
"If you are curious about the machine expansion just now, I can show it to you later." Mu Xingzhi said with a smile.
...It turns out it's not a secret.
Afterwards, Su Qingluan knew why Mu Xingzhi wanted to sit and immediately turned around and sat in the wheelchair, because Song Bo, who had originally closed the door and was guarding outside, pushed the door open from outside, walked behind Mu Xingzhi very naturally and pushed the wheelchair.
Su Qingluan realized that Mu Xingzhi wanted Song Bo to come and look at his paintings, so she stood up obediently and moved the stool she was sitting on back to its original position. While watching the two of them looking at the paintings, she drank tea to moisten her throat - after painting for nearly an hour, she was a little thirsty.
Originally, Song Bo still looked cold and rigid, until he saw Su Qingluan's painting on the table. For the first time, Su Qingluan saw another expression on Song Bo's "cold and serious" face - surprise.
No, to be precise, it was a "shock" that was an order of magnitude higher than surprise.
"This... this is...!" Compared to Mu Xingzhi's restraint, Song Bo's shock was more outward and obvious. "This kind of painting technique is so detailed... I can even see the luster of porcelain! Is this really painted on...?"
His tone was full of disbelief, and Song Bo subconsciously reached out to touch the painting.
"Wait, don't touch me!" Su Qingluan quickly spoke out to stop him.
Su Qingluan had originally thought that the painting would be damaged by scratching, but Mu Xingzhi's reaction was much faster than she expected. The moment before Song Bo's hand touched the paper, he firmly grasped Song Bo's wrist.
Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the two of them, "The 'pen core' used in this brush is very soft, so the writing will easily become blurred with the slightest touch."
If this problem happened in modern times, it would not be a big deal at all. Just spray it with fixative and the problem would be solved naturally.
But where the hell was she going to find some kind of fixative these days? So she had to be extra careful, and carefully clip any useful drawings between sheets of paper.
Seeing that the painting was not scratched, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Su Qingluan silently complained: Does this give me some kind of déjà vu of the Red Cliff trio... Although with her IQ, she's probably not even worthy of carrying shoes for the Red Cliff trio.
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