Mingzhu chatted with Cheng Minhong in a random manner, but she didn't respond to the topic of kung fu.
Cheng Minhong was not in a hurry at all. She was here anyway and couldn't run away.
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When Cheng Yue saw Mingzhu at noon, he also laughed heartlessly for a while, and said that he would draw Mingzhu like this in the afternoon.
The old couple didn't allow Cheng Yue to paint, but later the doctor came and said it was okay to paint or read as long as the time was not long.
So, after the doctor left, Cheng Yue asked Shanshui to go back and get the drawing board and brushes she had prepared earlier.
Everyone played with Cheng Yue, and Shanshui went out to do something.
Cheng Yue asked Mingzhu to sit on a chair, and she sat opposite her, set up the easel, and started painting.
Xue Hanyu asked He Daya to help move her piano out.
One person played the piano and the other painted. Mingzhu sat quietly. Cheng Minhong supported her knees with her hands and watched Cheng Yue painting beside her.
Ning Wazi leaned against Cheng Minhong, imitated her posture, and watched Cheng Yue paint.
Cheng Shun went out for a walk with his hands behind his back, while Jiang went to the kitchen to chat with Mrs. He.
It was a very quiet and harmonious scene, with the lingering sound of the piano, which soon woke Ning Wazi from his sleepiness. Cheng Minhong carried Ning Wazi to find Jiang.
Xue Hanyu was immersed in her own music, one song after another, and Cheng Yue was immersed in her own painting. She hadn't painted like this for a long time.
Mingzhu was leaning against the chair, with her eyes closed and fast asleep.
"Hahahahahahaha... Sister Yue's drawing is similar! Sister Mingzhu's pig head is so vivid!"
Cheng Minhong's loud laughter broke the silence.
Mingzhu woke up and stood up to come over to see.
"No, it's not over yet! Sit for a while!"
Cheng Yue quickly asked Mingzhu to sit down.
Xue Hanyu also walked over curiously, looked at the pearl on the drawing paper, then looked up at the real pearl, and couldn't help laughing.
"Sister Yue, your painting is so lifelike! Can you draw one for me later? When you're done, I'll ask Brother Mingxuan to send someone to deliver it to my father so that he won't miss me."
Cheng Minhong said.
"Minhong, the doctor said Ayue can't be too tired. Otherwise, let Ayue draw for you tomorrow, and you can go to see Brother Mingxuan tomorrow."
Xue Hanyu said.
"All right, all right! It doesn't matter whether it's a day earlier or a day later. Send it back to my father. If my father isn't home, give it to Aunt Fang, so she doesn't miss me so much that she gets sick."
Cheng Minhong was not in a hurry at this moment.
Soon, a sketch was completed. The person in the sketch was indeed very similar to Mingzhu's current appearance. It can only be said that Cheng Yue was able to get a diploma from the Academy of Fine Arts because she worked hard and her studies were not in vain.
"Auntie Ayue, this is indeed quite similar, but why don't you add some color?"
Mingzhu came over, looked for a while and said.
"No need to make any eye contact, others will know it's you at a glance! Yes, it's amazing, with a painting like this, even without adding color, you can still tell what it is. Sister Yue, how come you are so good? Did your uncle and aunt hire a teacher to teach you? But I have never seen a painting method like this!"
Cheng Minhong said doubtfully.
"I do have a master, but I can't tell you, little girl. What if you snatch him away? My master doesn't like little girls who talk too much."
Cheng Yue joked.
"Tsk, I don't like painting!"
Cheng Minhong curled her lips and said with disgust.
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