roccoschili Chapter 1279 Is he perverted?
Chapter 1279 Is he perverted?
After eating, Murphy took out all the carbon paintbrushes at home and handed them to Xia Chuan.
Then the mother and daughter looked forward to seeing how this real master of painting painted.
Especially Murphy's eyes are full of little stars, he is really a decathlete.
Xia Chuan stood in front of a white wall, which was the wall behind the sofa in the living room, but he had moved the sofa away.
He composed the picture first in his mind, and then started painting directly from the center, outlining it like the wind. He changed his brushes so fast that the two women couldn't see it, and a head with sprouting beard and hair was outlined.
His hair was flying like tangled grass, even smoking, the muscles on his face were tense, and his big eyes were like bells, with an indescribable obsession, as if he must do one thing, but Don't know what he is going to do.
Next is the body, which turns out to be naked, with strong muscles and swinging arms. Looking at only the upper body, this person is running.
Murphy was shocked and leaned into his mother's ear and asked, "What is this painting?"
"Kuafu Zhuri." Mo Rongjun looked solemn. She saw a majestic spirit in the painting, a fearless persistence and pursuit of life and death. This feeling was so strong that she believed it deeply.
Sure enough, when Xia Chuan drew his legs again, they were in a wild running posture. They were barefoot, with only a piece of tiger skin around his waist. Compared to his tall body, they looked like a miniskirt.
It took less than ten minutes to finish the main body painting.
Then there is the background. The dry and cracked earth under your feet and the dry Yellow River next to it are almost in the lower half of the painting, but they extend the entire width of the wall. It looks like the wall does not exist. What you are facing is a piece of ancient times and the vicissitudes of life. The aura of being rushed to the face, which is not in line with civilized society, but it is extremely impressive and shocking.
These foils took more than twenty minutes, and Xia Chuan seemed to have hidden some secrets that no one could understand.
Finally, I took up my pen and wrote four huge Chinese characters in the upper right corner: Kuafu Zhuri.
Signed in small cursive script: Xia Chuan, 1994, 8, 27.
This is tomorrow's date, because Merongjun just got divorced today, and according to the agreement, only the house belongs to her, and everything else belongs to August.
After Xia Chuan left, the painting became a bit messy.
But after writing tomorrow's date, everything is undisputed and has nothing to do with him.
After finishing the painting, Xia Chuan's momentum was not exhausted. He threw the brush boldly and turned around, only to find that both women were biting their lips with painful expressions on their faces.
"The painting is not good?" Xia Chuan asked in confusion.
Mo Rongjun immediately smiled and said: "Okay, great."
Murphy said pitifully: "We just think it's a pity to sell it. It hurts all over."
Hahaha, Xia Chuan laughed: "If you like, I will give you another pair, but you must study well."
"Oh yeah!" Murphy opened his mouth and arms and cheered again: "I must be the best!"
Mo Rongjun was sweating. Xia Chuan really doted on her daughter. She thought about the problem of sleeping at night. To avoid embarrassment for her daughter, she said first: "Would you like to start learning now? You can go into the bedroom to learn, so as not to disturb me." ”
Murphy suddenly stopped moving, as well-behaved as a cat.
Xia Chuan smiled and said, "Do you have any German learning materials?"
"Yes." Murphy immediately said happily: "I'll teach you! Come on."
She suddenly took Xia Chuan's hand and went upstairs.
Merongjun sighed secretly, after experiencing this disaster, her daughter has grown up.
She turned to the mural again, and her heart slowly surged with majestic fighting spirit and boundless confidence, and she must live the most splendid life.
……
Murphy found all the German books and piled them on the desk.
Xia Chuan sat at the desk, listened to Murphy's basic pronunciation, and asked doubtfully: "Are you pronunciating it correctly?"
Murphy's cheeks turned red: "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't match the TV."
"Okay, you can learn from my mother." Murphy pursed his rosy mouth.
Xia Chuan said seriously: "It's like building a house and laying a foundation. What should I do if there's something wrong with the foundation and it's all crooked?"
Murphy immediately became honest, "I just came to Germany. I'll go call my mother."
After saying that, he ran away quickly.
Morong Jun found her daughter running down and asked in surprise: "Is he perverted?"
Murphy's cheeks immediately turned redder, and he said coyly: "What are you talking about? He said that my pronunciation is not up to par with the TV, so you go teach him."
Merong Jun suddenly laughed, "He is right, your pronunciation is indeed different from the people in De, don't be so petty, you have to be sensible, this is not the place to pamper you."
Murphy was even more embarrassed. There was no way the girl could open up her heart or cover it up. She hurriedly defended: "I don't need his pampering!"
"Yeah, okay, you can take a look at the painting again. There will be no chance in the future." Merongjun went upstairs.
Murphy was right, don't think I'm willing to teach you, I won't even look at it.
Then look at the painting.
But she didn't watch it for five minutes when Mo Rongjun came back again.
Murphy asked in surprise: "Is he perverted?"
Merongjun staggered and punched his daughter first: "What are you talking nonsense about? He just wants to know the standard pronunciation. We don't need to do the rest. That's what he calls a genius."
Murphy was relieved, with a smile on his lips, and continued to look at the painting.
Mo Rongjun remembered that her daughter would be leaving tomorrow, so she reluctantly held her in her arms from behind. Mother and daughter embraced each other, feeling warm.
After a while, Mo Rongjun whispered in her ear: "Why do you want to study at Ma Jia?"
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"Then did he say that he has a wife?"
"I said it." Murphy said a little unnaturally.
Mo Rongjun was relieved. As expected, Xia Chuan's strength never needed to be deceived. If her daughter wanted to, there was nothing she could do about it.
She comforted her again: "There are not so many things in this world. If you want a brilliant life, just follow him. You can't have all the perfection. If you want to live an ordinary life, You have to be prepared to suffer the same fate as your mother. Think about it, it is better not to get married. "
Murphy said dissatisfiedly: "How can I be without marriage?"
"Well, yes, that's why mom has no regrets. Now mom is free and someone will take care of you. It's not too late for the rest of the days. All the regrets have been recovered. Mom will devote herself to building a career."
"I'll help you when I learn enough." Murphy raised his head affectionately and rested his head on his mother's shoulder.
"No, you have your life, listen to him, don't be willful, especially be polite to his wife, and call her sister, do you understand?"
Murphy felt uncomfortable again, twisting like a gummy candy, trying to deny that her mother didn't say anything. She bit her lips for a long time, and finally whispered: "I know!"
Suddenly there was the sound of a key opening the door, and the two of them were startled. Mo Rongjun turned around and blocked his daughter behind him.
August walked in with a blonde girl, it was Carla.
Mo Rongjun's face suddenly darkened: "What are you doing here?"
August didn't respond. He was stunned by the painting.
Kara looked arrogant and said: "We have agreed that except for the house, which belongs to us, I will move everything here! Oh, by the way, there is also that painting, who painted it so ugly? Dad, use a knife to scrape it off. , put it in a bag and take it away together!”