It seems that some thought has been put into this.
The white gauze curtains were gently blown by the breeze, stretching and spreading softly in the air. In the white studio, Lin Jingshuo set up a huge canvas and painted on it carefully with a brush in his hand.
The beautiful scenery outside the window and the scene of Lin Jingshuo painting seemed to merge into one. From a distance, it was hard to tell whether there was a person in the painting or there was already a person in the painting.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, but this did not affect Lin Jingshuo at all. He still stared at the canvas intently, as if he had forgotten time.
At this time, the gate of the Tang family was opened, and a black Maybach slowly drove in.
Tang Yu stepped down with his long legs, a suit jacket draped over his arm. Seeing the butler coming towards him, he casually asked:
"Is Jing Shuo back?"
"I'm back. I'm in the studio on the second floor now." The butler followed Tang Yu and answered respectfully and truthfully.
"The studio on the second floor?" Tang Yu frowned. After remembering that there was such a place, he walked towards the hall and glanced at the time on his watch.
"It's dinner time. Has he come down to eat?"
"...No." The butler replied dryly.
"Why?" Tang Yu frowned and stopped.
The housekeeper swallowed his saliva and relayed Lin Jingshuo's words truthfully:
"Young Master Lin doesn't like to be disturbed, so he specifically asked us not to call him."
"How can you not eat? I'll go call him." Tang Yu frowned slightly, handed the suit jacket on his arm to the butler, and then went upstairs.
After not seeing each other for a few years, Jing Shuo still hasn't changed his habit of forgetting to eat when he's painting.
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