Chapter 254: Drawing a Portrait of the Principal's Son

Perhaps because they had dinner late today, Shen Shen went to bed more than an hour later than usual.

After coaxing Shen Shen to sleep, Lu Weiguo did not wash up, but did push-ups in the room.

Shi Tingyu had just come out of the shower and saw her husband supporting himself on the ground with one hand, doing push-ups in an orderly manner.

"Why are you still exercising at this time today?" Shi Tingyu asked while wiping her hair.

Lu Weiguo answered without turning his head: "There was no training in the camp today. I had a meeting all day, so I exercised when I had nothing to do." As for riding a bike to pick up his wife in the evening, this amount of activity was not considered exercise to him.

He trained all year round, and suddenly he sat for a day, and felt that all the muscles in his body were contracted.

Without exercise, I always feel that the blood circulation is not smooth and the body is not relaxed.

Shi Tingyu could not experience this feeling yet, but she heard some dancers and athletes talk about it in the future.

After years of training, it is always a bit uncomfortable to stop.

It is okay when there is something to do on weekdays, but it is very uncomfortable when there is nothing to do.

She has seen dancers doing splits while watching TV.

Thinking of this, Shi Tingyu stopped asking and became interested in appreciation.

The muscles on Lu Weiguo's body are not exaggerated. They are typical tendon meat, not the fierce lines created by fitness and protein powder in the future.

Every inch of Lu Weiguo's muscles seems to contain infinite power.

Since she secretly gave him the spiritual spring, Lu Weiguo's physical strength has improved a little compared to before.

It's not amazing, but there is still a difference.

Just like now, he has done dozens of push-ups with one hand just now, but he didn't sweat at all.

Soon Lu Weiguo changed hands.

Still with one hand on the ground and one hand behind his back, he did push-ups easily.

Through his clothes, Shi Tingyu seemed to be able to see the movement trajectory of every muscle of his.

It was a kind of smoothness that made people marvel.

She hung the towel for wiping her hair on the back of the chair next to her, and reached out to take the sketchbook and pen on the table.

Swish, swish, the friction sound of the pen tip crossing the paper came, she wrote quickly, and the lines accurately outlined the man's movement curve.

Sketching is not like drawing, which requires a lot of line arrangement to find the light and dark relationship.

Shi Tingyu's speed is very fast, and she can present the movement posture with just a few strokes.

If there are people who know how to paint around, they will definitely be amazed at her grasp of the proportions and angles of the human body structure.

Lu Weiguo discovered it when Shi Tingyu started to write.

He was very curious about what he would look like in his wife's pen, but he suppressed his curiosity until the end of the exercise.

Lu Weiguo stood up, and Shi Tingyu also stopped writing.

He leaned over to take a look, but was a little dissatisfied.

"Wife, why are there no facial features?"

Shi Tingyu said with a smile: "This sketch depicts your movements, so the facial features are omitted."

Seeing that the man was still looking at the sketchbook, Shi Tingyu said: "The movement of your muscles when you exercise is particularly beautiful."

Lu Weiguo coughed lightly, his face slightly uncomfortable. He didn't understand any art, and didn't know how muscle movement was related to beauty, but he knew that his wife was complimenting him.

He was happy in his heart.

When the two first got married, he was always worried that he, a rough man, couldn't have a common language with his wife.

But later he found that his wife was a person who understood life very well. Even though he couldn't have a common language with her in painting, they got along very well.

The most important thing is that in the eyes of his wife, he is not a rough man who only knows how to train. She can always find his shining points and often respond, just like this time, she said that his muscles are very beautiful.

Shi Tingyu saw that he was interested, so he said: "Next time when we have a break, I will paint an oil painting for you."

Lu Weiguo nodded excitedly.

His wife had painted a painting when the moon was deep and full before, and now it has been framed and hung on the wall of the main hall.

Every time someone comes, she is always the first to attract the attention of the guests.

Now that he has received the promise from his wife, Lu Weiguo went to wash up while humming a song.

Shi Tingyu shook his head with amusement.

When Lu Weiguo came back from washing up, Shi Tingyu was still drying his hair.

Today's hair dryers are heavy, clumsy, and pose safety risks. They are also not good for hair quality, so even if she could afford to buy one, Shi Tingyu would not buy one. She would just dry her hair and let it air dry.

When Lu Weiguo is at home, she will use a towel to help her dry it bit by bit.

He especially likes to touch her hair.

Every time he wipes her hair, he is always focused and serious.

Seeing that his wife's hair was not done yet, Lu Weiguo took over.

He used a towel to dry the moisture on her hair bit by bit, and massaged her scalp from time to time. Shi Tingyu felt so comfortable on his lap that she almost fell asleep.

Some people say that the bride at a wedding is dressed up, ready to face the sufferings of the world.

She thinks that if she finds the right person, she is not heading for sufferings of the world, but heading for happiness.

Tonight, Lu Weiguo had his wife resting her head on his thighs, her hot breath spraying on him. He was a little excited, but seeing his wife's eyes closed and her even breathing, he could only hold it in. He

must be tired after a day of interviews.

After making sure that his wife's hair was completely dry, Lu Weiguo carried his wife to the bed and lay down beside her.

It was a dreamless night.

The next day, Shi Tingyu got up in a hurry, had breakfast, and drove Shen Shen to school.

After she finished class, she came to the editor-in-chief and the others.

Xiao Yang had already written the first draft, and he showed it to Shi Tingyu.

After Shi Tingyu confirmed that there was no problem, he returned the manuscript to him.

Others do not have this treatment. It is an honor to be interviewed. The newspaper will not easily show the manuscript to be published to the interviewer.

It was the editor-in- chief who was asked to show the first draft to Shi Tingyu.

Fortunately, Teacher Shi was very satisfied.

After confirming that there were no problems with the manuscript, the editor-in-chief said goodbye to Shi Tingyu and the others.

This time, Principal Sun arranged for someone to take them to the station.

At this point, Shi Tingyu's interview came to an end, and she returned to her normal life.

But Shi Tingyu always kept Principal Sun's matter in mind.

Shi Tingyu was still wondering when Principal Sun would look for her, but she didn't expect that she would have to wait until June. When

Principal Sun came to find Shi Tingyu, there was still hesitation on his face.

Shi Tingyu felt that if summer vacation was not about to start in more than a month, Principal Sun might have delayed for a while.

Principal Sun was indeed a little hesitant.

It was not that he did not believe in Shi Tingyu's ability, but that he was afraid.

If the child is still well, he will be happy. If he can find the child, everyone will be happy. What

if the child is gone?

He didn't dare to think about it.

So many years have passed, and he is not sure whether the child is alive and well somewhere, or has passed away without his knowledge.

He is afraid to face such a result.

But in the end, the desire to find the child still overcame the inner anxiety and fear, so he found Shi Tingyu with the photo.

The child in the photo looks like five or six years old, with some flesh on his face. He is a very cute child.

Shi Tingyu can vaguely see some shadows of Principal Sun in the child's eyebrows.

It seems that this child looks more like his father.