Lin Luo Painted a Strange Woman, and Qian Renxue Nearly Split with Rage

She looked down at the paintings in her hands; without exception, each painting depicted a woman.

Although the brushstrokes are somewhat hasty, the spirit of the painting is already beginning to emerge, and the color matching is quite appropriate. As Guang Ling said, whether it is realistic or not remains to be seen, but it can already be considered a painting with a good degree of completion.

However... it was obvious that the woman on each piece of paper was the same, but as Qian Renxue flipped through them, she did find that there were blank spaces in the hair of each woman.

Qian Renxue retorted unwillingly, "Perhaps they just forgot to color their hair."

Guang Ling pointed to the woman's red lips. "He even colored his lips, how could he forget his hair?"

It seems that it really is...

Not to mention his lips, he even colored his earrings, but the problem is, I never wear earrings... Qian Renxue felt colder and colder the more she looked.

She finally smiled and comforted herself, "This must be how Luo'er imagines me. After all, I haven't dressed up much these days, so he couldn't possibly have drawn my usual sloppy appearance on this paper, could he?"

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

Was she just deluding herself a few days ago? Seeing that this kid drawing so many women, she probably thought he was drawing herself, and was so smug about it for days.

I only just found out... there was someone else involved?

"So what if it's someone else's picture? Are you going to get jealous over that?" Guang Ling glanced at her, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip.

Qian Renxue, her face cold, roughly rolled up the sheets of paper one by one. "Nonsense, how could I be so petty?"

Guang Ling was taken aback, looking down at Qian Renxue's actions. "I just don't believe it... Are you angry?"

Qian Renxue crossed her legs, clasped her arms over her chest, and looked coldly at Lin Luo, who was crawling and playing in the inner square.

"No."

She uttered two Bingbing words.

Guang Ling wanted to laugh; the way this grandfather and grandson acted insincerely was practically ingrained in their very bones.

But here's the question: who is Luo'er drawing?

Although the painting is hastily done, one can still discern that the woman's clothing and demeanor are extraordinary.

It wasn't Bibi Dong, nor Qian Renxue, but apart from these two, the Spirit Hall couldn't find any other woman who met the criteria.

Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo walked over from a distance and said to Guang Ling and the other two, "Fifth Offering, we caught three suspicious-looking teenagers. They came over and asked Brother Baby if he was still going to school?"

Speaking of this title, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Lin Luo in the inner square with a strange expression.

To have gained such loyal followers in just a few days, the young master is indeed extraordinary.

For children their age, venturing into the inner plaza is a huge psychological challenge, yet they still mustered their courage and came.

Guang Ling: "Tell them they're not coming anymore, and that they shouldn't come back."

"Good."

Guang Ling sighed, "Well, it's probably for the best. Before Luo'er leaves the Spirit Hall, I can spend more time with him."

Qian Renxue: "I'm going to start teaching him to walk tomorrow."

"Xue'er, what's wrong with you...?"

Guang Ling was somewhat surprised.

Qian Renxue frowned. "Yesterday, after Grandpa reminded me, I vaguely realized that I've been away from Heaven Dou for too long. If this matter is delayed any longer, it might cause problems. It would be best to speed things up."

"Teaching him to walk before leaving will be a way of fulfilling my promise."

Guang Ling remained silent.

It slowly approached noon.

Lin Luo and Xiao Hong had already climbed back to this side to find their mother, but Qian Renxue's face was not smiling; she was still unhappy about the painting.

"Fifth Grandfather is gone."

Guang Ling: "Are you going out to play again this afternoon? Can I take him?"

Qian Renxue smiled and said, "No, I still have to feed this kid paint."

Lin Luo: "?"

She picked up Lin Luo and headed straight for the Worship Hall, while Xiao Hong skipped along behind her, occasionally jumping up and bumping her head against Lin Luo's toes.

Seeing this scene, Guang Ling couldn't help but say, "I really can't bear to part with this mother and son. I'm even tempted to go undercover with them."

"How about we find an opportunity to talk to my older brother about it?"

"Never mind." After careful consideration, Guang Ling gave up the idea with a serious expression, because he was sure that Qian Daoliu would stab him to death with his sword after hearing it.

Back in the room, Qian Renxue expressionlessly used a damp cloth to wipe Lin Luo's hands and feet.

Lin Luo noticed something was off about Qian Renxue and found it rather strange.

I don't think I did anything to upset her today, did I?

Qian Renxue was also indifferent when breastfeeding, and even the usual patting of her bottom was no longer done.

This frightened Lin Luo so much that he didn't dare to nurse for too long. He let go of her mouth, sat on the bed, and cautiously looked at Qian Renxue.

He didn't know when it started, but he had developed a deep sense of awe towards this woman.

"Pat-pat-pat!"

Just then, Xiao Hong came running over, carrying the drawing board in its mouth. It put the drawing board down by the bed, let out a soft "woof," and wagged its tail enthusiastically.

Qian Renxue finally managed a smile. She set up the easel, placed the drawing paper on it, and asked quite naturally, "Besides Mom and Grandma, does Luo'er have any other women she particularly likes?"

"What does that question have to do with drawing?" Lin Luo looked completely bewildered.

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

Xiao Hong obediently squatted to the side, straightening its body and remaining motionless, because it had a paint board on its head.

This little guy knows how to please Lin Luo; he can squat like that for one or two hours at a time without moving an inch.

Qian Renxue sat beside him, watching intently. At this time before, she would usually guide Lin Luo on how to draw, but today, she wanted to see who Lin Luo was actually drawing!

These past few days, the little brat has drawn dozens of pictures of this woman, but he has never drawn anything else.

This shows how important this woman was to Luo'er.

Ironically, Qian Renxue always thought that this little brat was drawing her!

Not angry? Haha, Qian Renxue is about to explode with anger.

Lin Luo discovered that her drawing skills were constantly improving, and progressing rapidly.

He discovered that to draw well, thinking is very important, while manual dexterity is not that important.

This is why his current paintings, while not resembling the original form, capture the spirit of the subject.

Thinking ability is no longer a problem; now, the only thing I need to practice every day is the skill of controlling the force in 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 colder she felt, because the women on the paper became more and more lifelike, and less and less like her.

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

Qian Renxue suddenly spoke, her tone strange.

Lin Luo turned to look at her, and Xiao Hong also gently raised her head and let out a soft whimper.

"I didn't say I drew you..." Lin Luo looked puzzled.