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That night.
Lu Xing timely returned home and made a warm dinner for CEO Wen and Nannan.
Then Nannan pulled a crumpled handicraft task from her school bag.
"Haha, this isn't for the kids. This is for the parents."
Lu Xing held a plate of small tomatoes in his hand and stood by the desk, chuckling.
Nannan hugged his leg and occasionally had to accept Lu Xing's feeding.
Only Wen Lingxiu stood in front of the desk with a solemn face. On the desk were laid out high-quality drawing paper and pigments.
After a moment of contemplation...
Wen Lingxiu had the intention to retreat. "How about we just... mmm."
Lu Xing's small tomato completely blocked the rest of Auntie Wen's words.
He easily held Nannan in his arms and said with a smile.
"How about this? You draw, and I'll write on it later. Very fair, right?"
Wen Lingxiu chewed on the sweet and sour small tomato in her mouth, thinking.
Mainly, she hadn't painted for a long time. And now, in front of Lu Xing, she was afraid that she wouldn't paint well and would damage her image.
But.
Lu Xing said he would write!
Comparing the two, Wen Lingxiu instantly made a choice.
A single stroke.
"Good!"
Lu Xing's emotional value was immediately in place.
"Look at this stroke! The ink is of the right consistency, the wet and dry are in harmony, the lines are smooth and varied, and there's a resilience in the strength!"
Wen Lingxiu: ???
Wen Lingxiu's old face flushed red.
It would have been fine if Lu Xing had just said "good." But he also liked to add details to increase the credibility of his praise.
It was really...
Wen Lingxiu's cheeks were slightly red. She silently made another stroke.
"The use of color is simply perfect! There's a freshness in the elegance, and a simplicity in the splendor. They complement each other perfectly!"
Lu Xing praised with a serious face, as if this were truly some masterpiece.
Wen Lingxiu hadn't painted for a long time and knew that her painting was not that good. But she was still praised by Lu Xing until she was red all over.
After listening to Lu Xing's praise for a while, her psychological pressure was not so great anymore, and her strokes also became much more natural.
But.
The two of them seemed to have a great tacit understanding. Wen Lingxiu would pause for a moment after making a stroke, leaving time for Lu Xing to praise.
"The layout of the whole painting is exquisite, the density is well-proportioned, just right!"
"Each color is integrated with each other, creating a dreamlike artistic conception that makes people linger in the world of the painting!"
"Punches Qi Baishi, kicks Xu Beihong!"
(TL: Qi Baishi (齐白石) and Xu Beihong (徐悲鸿) are big names in the world of Chinese art.)
"..."
Every stroke Wen Lingxiu made, Lu Xing had something to praise. The two of them didn't seem to be painting, but were flirting back and forth.
Nannan looked at the teacher's requirements with confusion and tugged on the corner of Lu Xing's shirt.
"Daddy, the teacher said to draw a plum blossom!"
Nannan looked at the masterpiece on the desk.
Let alone a plum blossom.
Mountains and rivers, overlapping peaks, a small bridge over a flowing stream, everything was there!
Nannan always felt that something was not right.
Where's the plum blossom?!
Wen Lingxiu's old face flushed red.
Could she say that she had painted a little too much just to hear Lu Xing's praise?
Lu Xing cleared his throat. "Uh... this painting is just Mommy practicing her brushwork. She'll draw a plum blossom for you right away!"
Damn it!
They got carried away with the praise, and neither of them hit the brakes.
In the end, it was CEO Wen who quickly tore off a piece of paper and drew a plum blossom to end the matter.
After finally coaxing Nannan to sleep, Lu Xing turned his head and looked.
CEO Wen's watery eyes were staring at him. She said softly, with a hint of grievance.
"You have to add a title to the painting."
Lu Xing choked for a moment.
"..."
Alright.
Lu Xing and CEO Wen got up again.
Before leaving the bedroom, Wen Lingxiu glanced at the soundly sleeping Nannan and suddenly had a feeling...
Like a couple secretly avoiding their child to have some fun.
Thinking of this, a large patch of red appeared on Wen Lingxiu's chest.
...
Study.
"Is this your writing?"
Wen Lingxiu looked at the first character Lu Xing had written with a brush, her expression complicated.
She usually saw that Lu Xing's hard-pen writing was quite good. How come his brush calligraphy was like a ghost's talisman?
"Is it ugly?"
Lu Xing vowed to defend his own handwriting to the death.
Wen Lingxiu let out a soft laugh, lightly took the brush from Lu Xing's hand, and stood in front of the desk herself.
"You watch me write."
She wrote in the Yan style, and it was written under Lu Xing's chicken-scratch-like character.
Mm.
The comparison with a peer is devastating.
Lu Xing's character was made even uglier by the comparison.
"One more time."
Wen Lingxiu's tone unconsciously carried the tone of a boss at the company.
"Yessir!"
Lu Xing, with the most confident tone, wrote another chicken-scratch character.
The scene fell into a silence for a moment.
Wen Lingxiu herself laughed with anger.
But looking at Lu Xing's wronged look, she suddenly felt that she was being a little unreasonable.
After a moment of thought.
Wen Lingxiu stood in front of the desk, propped one hand on the desk, and looked back at Lu Xing.
"Come closer."
"A little closer."
"Closer."
Only when Lu Xing had brought CEO Wen into his arms did she turn her head back with satisfaction.
"You support my hand and feel how I move."
CEO Wen's voice was light and soft, but Lu Xing suddenly felt that this sentence was something Little Goldie had also said.
"Okay."
Lu Xing held Auntie Wen's hand and followed the movement of her brush.
A faint fragrance wafted over. Lu Xing's scalp tingled.
'F*ck.'
I forgot that perfume can be sprayed behind the ears. It smells so good.
Learned another trick!
Wait, not right.
If he sprayed perfume, how tall would a girl have to be to smell it behind his ears?
Learned for nothing.
After a moment.
A poem was finished. The only fly in the ointment was that the first two characters Lu Xing had written were too ugly.
But Wen Lingxiu was very happy. She was going to collect this painting.
She gently leaned on Lu Xing's shoulder, her whole body shrinking into his arms. Isn't this the harbor she had always wanted?
Wen Lingxiu sighed.
"I haven't painted for a long time."
"It's beautifully painted."
Lu Xing said embarrassedly.
"This is the most sincere evaluation of a painting from a painting-blind person."
The corners of Wen Lingxiu's mouth lifted.
'Lu Xing's way of speaking is so cute. I want to kiss him.'
As soon as this thought came out, Wen Lingxiu instantly thought of the scene of Xia Yeshuang kissing Lu Xing that day.
She said she didn't mind.
But how could that be?
If she didn't mind, why would she remember every scene so clearly?
Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.
That night.
After feeling that Lu Xing was asleep...
In the night, Wen Lingxiu, through the light of the night lamp, vaguely looked at Lu Xing's lips.
Now Lu Xing was nestled in her arms. The two of them were as intimate as could be.
She could kiss Lu Xing's lips at any time.
Just like Xia Yeshuang.
Wen Lingxiu stared at Lu Xing's lips for a long, long time.
She believed that even if Lu Xing were awake now, if she wanted to kiss him, he would not refuse her.
But in the end.
Wen Lingxiu lowered her eyes and gently kissed Lu Xing's forehead.
Goodnight, Lu Xing.
I can no longer ignore your feelings, from the moment I fell for you.
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