Chapter 78 Lin Luo draws a strange woman, Qian Renxue is furious
She looked down at the paintings in her hands. Without exception, all of them depicted a woman.

Although the strokes are a bit sloppy, the charm is already apparent and the colors are well matched. As Guang Ling said, whether it looks like the original or not remains to be seen, but it is already a well-finished painting.

It’s just…it’s obvious that the woman on each piece of paper is the same, but Qian Renxue flipped through them and indeed discovered that there was blank space in each woman’s hair.

Qian Renxue retorted unwillingly: "Maybe I just forgot to color my hair."

Guang Ling pointed at the woman's red lips and said, "He even painted his lips, how could he forget about his hair?"

It seems really...

Not to mention the lips, he even painted his earrings, but the problem is, I never wear earrings... The more Qian Renxue looked at him, the colder her heart became.

She finally smiled and consoled herself: "This must be what Luo'er imagined me to look like. After all, I have neglected to dress up these days. It is impossible for him to draw my mother's usual sloppy appearance on this paper."

Although she said this, she already thought that the woman in the painting was not herself.

Could it be that she was just being sentimental a few days ago? Seeing this guy drawing so many women, she thought he was drawing herself, so she was very proud of it for a few days.

I just realized now that... it was someone else?
"So what if the painting was of someone else? Can you still be jealous about this?" Guang Ling glanced at her and took a sip from the teacup.

Qian Renxue had a cold expression on her face, and she rolled up the drawing papers roughly: "Nonsense, how could I be so petty?"

Guang Ling was stunned, and looked down at Qian Renxue's actions: "Why don't I believe it... Are you angry?"

Qian Renxue crossed her legs, folded her arms across her chest, and looked coldly at Lin Luo who was crawling around in the inner square.

"No."

She uttered two cold words.

Guang Ling wanted to laugh. The duplicity of these grandfather and grandson was simply ingrained in their genes.

But the question is, who is Luoer painting?
Although the painting is sloppily done, one can still tell that the woman's clothing and temperament are both extraordinary.

It’s neither Bibi Dong nor Qian Renxue, but apart from these two, the Spirit Hall can’t find any other women who meet the requirements.

At this time, Ju Douluo came from a distance and said to Guang Ling and the others, "Fifth Worshiper, we caught three sneaky boys and girls. They came to ask if Brother Baby is still going to school?"

Speaking of this title, Ju Douluo looked at Lin Luo in the inner square with some strangeness.

It's only been a few days and he already has such loyal followers. The young master is truly extraordinary.

For children of this age, it is a lot of psychological pressure to overcome to be able to break into the inner square, but they still came bravely.

Guang Ling: "Tell them that they will not come again from now on. Tell them not to come again."

"it is good."

Guang Ling sighed: "Well, it's better not to go. Before Luo'er leaves the Spirit Hall, I can still spend more time with him."

Qian Renxue: "I plan to teach him to walk starting tomorrow."

"Xue'er, what are you doing..."

Guang Ling was a little surprised.

Qian Renxue frowned: "After Grandpa reminded me yesterday, I suddenly realized that I have been away from Tiandou for too long. If this matter is delayed any longer, I am afraid that something will go wrong. It is best to speed it up."

"Teaching him to walk before leaving is also a fulfillment of the promise I made before."

Guang Ling remained silent.

Time slowly came to noon.

Lin Luo and Xiaohong have already crawled back here to find their mother, but Qian Renxue has no smile on her face and is still unhappy about the painting.

"Fifth Grandfather is gone."

Guang Ling: "Will you come out to play this afternoon? I'll take him with me?" Qian Renxue smiled and said, "No, I still have to feed this kid paint."

Lin Luo: “?”

She picked up Lin Luo and walked towards the worship hall, while Xiaohong followed behind her, jumping up from time to time and touching Lin Luo's feet with her head for fun.

Looking at this scene, Guang Ling couldn't help but say: "I really can't bear to leave this mother and son. I can't help but follow them to be an undercover agent."

"How about finding a chance to talk to Big Brother?"

"Forget it." After careful consideration, Guang Ling gave up this idea with a serious expression, because he was sure that Qian Daoliu would stab him to death with a sword after hearing it.

Back in the room, Qian Renxue used a wet towel to wipe Lin Luo's hands and feet with an expressionless face.

Seeing that something was wrong with Qian Renxue, Lin Luo felt a little strange.

I didn't seem to have done anything to make her angry today, right?
Qian Renxue was also very indifferent when feeding, and she didn't even do the usual patting of the baby's butt.

This frightened Lin Luo so much that he didn't even dare to drink milk for too long. He opened his mouth and sat on the bed, looking at Qian Renxue cautiously.

He didn't know when he had become filled with awe for this woman.

"Clap clap clap!"

Just then, Xiao Hong came running over with the drawing board in her mouth. She came to the bed and put the drawing board down, whinnied, and wagged her tail enthusiastically.

Qian Renxue finally managed a smile. She set up the drawing board, put the drawing paper on it, and asked very naturally, "Besides mom and grandma, does Luo'er have any other women he particularly likes?"

What you are asking...does it have anything to do with painting? Lin Luo looked puzzled.

He skillfully climbed to the bed, sat down, and picked up the paintbrush.

Xiaohong squatted obediently beside it, standing straight and motionless, because the paint board was on its head.

This little fellow knows how to please Lin Luo. Sometimes he would squat like this for an hour or two without moving at all.

Qian Renxue sat beside and watched carefully. Before this time, she was always instructing Lin Luo on how to draw, but today, she wanted to see who Lin Luo was drawing!

Over the past few days, the boy has drawn dozens of pictures of this woman and has never drawn anything else.

This shows how important this woman is in Luo'er's heart.

The funny thing is that Qian Renxue always thought that this kid was drawing her!
Not angry? Haha, Qian Ren Xue Ren is so angry that he is about to burst.

Lin Luo found that his painting skills were constantly improving and progressing rapidly.

Because he found that in order to draw well, it is important to be able to think, and the skill of the hands actually does not account for a big proportion.

This is why his current paintings are only different in form but very similar in spirit.

Thinking ability is no longer a problem. What I need to practice every day is the skill of controlling the strength of my hands, which is easy to improve.

Qian Renxue watched coldly from the side. Lin Luo had indeed made great progress in the past few days.

But the older she got, the more disappointed she became, because the woman on the paper became more and more lifelike and less and less like her.

"So you haven't been drawing your mother these days?"

Qian Renxue suddenly spoke with a strange tone.

Lin Luo turned his head to look at her, and Xiaohong also raised his head slightly and let out a howl.

I didn’t say that I drew you... Lin Luo looked puzzled.

(End of this chapter)