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1472: I'm very low-key

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    Mo Xiaoyu's handwriting has indeed reached the level of many masters. Of course, he imitated the level of masters, but even so, at such a young age, he can still fool many people.

    Moreover, the more people who have studied calligraphy and painting, the easier it is to get in. As long as they get in, they can see the shadows of many famous masters hidden in Mo Xiaoyu's calligraphy, which will make them even more confused.  If those people were not dead, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven would definitely suspect that Mo Xiaoyu had ever worshiped these people as teachers.

    "Mr. Mo, who is your teacher?" Yamamoto Fifty-Seven hesitated and asked.

    "I don't have a formal teacher. If we only talk about calligraphy, it may be the existing tombstones. In Qufu in Shandong and Xi'an in Shaanxi, there are unique Chinese calligraphy record carriers, the forest of steles. I learned from the steles left by these ancients.  I have found the true meaning of calligraphy, so to speak, it is also the soul of my calligraphy."  Mo Xiaoyu said nonsense.

    He has never been to these places, but he has heard that bragging is like this. You must remember that the more vague you brag, the less people will think you are bragging, and the more specific you brag, the easier it will be to misunderstand.

    "I see. I also admire Chinese culture. In fact, when you left today, I wanted to stay with you for a few days, but I felt that it was too abrupt to meet you for the first time. I didn't expect you to meet me.  Daughter, in the words of your Chinese, this is fate."  Yamamoto Fifty-Seven said very happily.

    "Then, I will give this piece of 'Good Virtue Containing Things' to Professor Yamamoto."  Mo Xiaoyu waited until the ink was slightly dry, folded it up and sent it to Yamamoto Fifty-Seven.

    And after the meal, Mo Xiaoyu proposed to draw a picture for Yamamoto Liuli. Mo Xiaoyu wanted to conquer the father and daughter one by one. Otherwise, how could he gain the trust of Yamamoto Fifty-Seven?  And if you are writing, you will spend a short time in Yamamoto Fifty-Seven's study, and painting is different. Mo Xiaoyu doesn't believe that Yamamoto Fifty-Seven can keep watching there, so he will have the opportunity to check Yamamoto Fifty-Seven  Seven's study room too.

    Sure enough, at the beginning, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven was still watching, but after a while, he took a book and went to the living room to read. He is a professor, and not reading a book every day is as uncomfortable as not eating every day.

    In order to draw the beauty of Ruri Yamamoto, Mo Xiaoyu suggested that she wear traditional Japanese clothes, kimonos, so as to have the best effect.

    Sure enough, when Ruri Yamamoto came out wearing a kimono, because of the hot weather, she had to close the door of the study and turn on the air conditioner.

    After completely blocking Yamamoto Fifty-Seven's gaze, Mo Xiaoyu started his painting. In any case, he had to show how many brushes he had, otherwise, it would be difficult to cover up when Yamamoto Fifty-Seven came in.

    To Mo Xiaoyu, drawing a picture was nothing short of trivial. He moved his brush like flying, and quickly drew the facial expressions of Yamamoto Ruri, and if Liuli came to take a look at this time, he would definitely be shocked.  Huh, because this portrait is like a photo of myself, so detailed that it can be expressed with pixels.

    But at this moment, Mo Xiaoyu put down his paintbrush and walked up to Shanben Liuli. Shanben Liuli thought that Mo Xiaoyu was going to tidy up her clothes or something, but he didn't expect that Mo Xiaoyu didn't, and just looked at her.

    "Is there any question?" Liuli asked.

    Mo Xiaoyu shook his head, pointed to his eyes and signaled Yamamoto Ruri to look into his eyes.

    Gradually, Ruri Yamamoto felt that her consciousness seemed to be hypnotized, and she didn't want to break free, because she believed in this versatile Chinese man.

    "What did you see?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "There is nothing, a sea, such a wide sea."  Yamamoto Ruri said.

    "Do you trust me?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "believe".

    "Well, remember what I say, you must remember who I am, and you must listen to what I say. Do whatever I tell you to do, understand?" Mo Xiaoyu tempted.

    "I know, understand."  Yamamoto Ruri said.

    "Okay, then you take off your clothes now."  Mo Xiaoyu found the most difficult hint to try. At this time, he looked around with his thief eyes, afraid that Yamamoto Fifty-Seven was secretly watching from some corner.

    Just when Mo Xiaoyu was looking around, Yamamoto Ruri had already started to untie the knot of the belt, because the piece of cloth wrapped around the waist was the most important node of the kimono, if it was untied, everything would fall apart.

    "Okay, stop, don't take it off."  Mo Xiaoyu stopped Shan Ben Liuli in time.

    The days to come are long, Mo Xiaoyu still has to finish the painting as soon as possible, while painting, he observes this study room, maybe there is Yamamoto hidden here.?The most secret study of Shiqi, and this may be the record of the collection of the Japanese imperial family. Mo Xiaoyu believes that, as a connoisseur of imperial imperial use, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven cannot keep everything in his mind.  .

    "Liuli, does your father keep a diary?" Mo Xiaoyu asked Yamamoto Liuli in a low voice.

    "Yes, in the second drawer next to it, record it every night before going to bed, never stop."

    Mo Xiaoyu stretched his hand over, but did not open the drawer. He really wanted to know why Haneda Ai came here, but it was obviously not recorded yet, so Mo Xiaoyu held back.

    When a painting was hung up by Mo Xiaoyu, Ruri Yamamoto in the study jumped up happily, and after an exclamation, Ruri Yamamoto covered her mouth. She really couldn't believe it was drawn with a brush.  It's just like a photo.

    At this time, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven heard the voice in the room, and pushed the door in. Seeing the painting hung on the wall by Mo Xiaoyu, he was also amazed and speechless.

    "My God, is this drawn?" Yamamoto Ruri exclaimed.

    "Hey, are you suspecting me of cheating? You watched me draw it stroke by stroke."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "I know, I know, but I didn't expect, father, this is the best gift I have ever received".

    "Mr. Mo, thank you, this is really amazing. If you can stay in Japan for a few more days, I can introduce many Japanese celebrities in calligraphy and painting to meet you."  Yamamoto Fifty-Seven said sincerely.

    "Professor Yamamoto, as I said, this is the accommodation fee for you, and I am very low-key, and I only associate with people who have a bad temper, such as Professor Yamamoto, and other people who are not familiar with me. I really don't have this aspect  interest of".  Mo Xiaoyu politely refused, he didn't have the time to waste time here.

    After chatting for a while, Yamamoto Fifty-Seven asked Yamamoto Liuli to clean up Mo Xiaoyu's guest room.  With a youthful body in a kimono, Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hands.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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