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Chapter 837 Inscribe a poem for your painting

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    The backyard of the Lu family, where the vegetable garden used to be, later the children became less interested in growing vegetables, so Mo Xiaodie designed an antique gazebo here.  Because Lu's mother and Mrs. Lu both like plum blossoms, she purposely planted a few plum trees around the gazebo, turning it into a small plum garden.

    In winter, the sun is just right, and the fiery red plum blossoms are all over the branches.

    Under the plum tree, there is a drawing board. A girl is wearing a lotus root pink coat, holding a watercolor plate in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, drawing with concentration.

    Her hair is draped softly behind her, and she has a slender figure. A beam of sunlight pours on her face through the blooming plum blossoms.  The girl is as beautiful as a fairy who came out of an ancient poem.

    From Luo Yongmu's position, he could only see her profile, but just such a profile made his heart beat faster unconsciously.

    In today's impetuous society, there are really too few girls who are quiet, elegant, and aloof.

    He stood like this under the warm winter sun, as if admiring a beautiful ink landscape painting, quietly looking at the girl who was immersed in painting not far away.

    Time seems to stand still at this moment!

    Just now, Momo, who had been with Dudu all the time, went to the meeting place in the front yard to pick up food. When she walked to the backyard with the plate, she happened to see Luo Yongmu, who was staring obsessively.

    She frowned slightly, and walked behind the other party: "Luo Yongmu, why don't you go to my elder brother and the others, what are you doing in this backyard?"

    At this moment, Luo Yongmu, whose attention was all attracted by the girl painting not far away, was suddenly startled by the voice behind him, turned his head quickly, his cheeks became hot unconsciously: "Well, I, I'm a little  I'm bored, just walk around, smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, so come and have a look."

    Dudu, who has been concentrating on painting, heard the voice at this moment, turned his head suddenly, and was a little surprised when he saw Luo Yongmu.

    Luo Yongmu hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I interrupted your creation!"

    "Who are you?" Dudu frowned slightly, seeming a little displeased.

    Momo hurried over and put the food in her hand on the stone table beside her: "Seventh sister, have you really forgotten him? He was a famous talent in our school when he was in Ninth Middle School. He participated in the poetry competition and won  Where is the champion!"

    Dudu tilted his head and thought for a while, but still looked confused.

    Because she was traumatized when she was a child and was not good at socializing, she was often immersed in her own world.  Don't care much about the outside world.

    This Luo Yongmu and the others didn't have any intersections when they were in junior high school, and she really didn't know who he was.

    After hearing Momo's words, she still looked blank, and answered honestly: "I, I don't remember!"

    Luo Yongmu originally looked at her expectantly, and hoped that she would think of him!  After hearing Dudu's words, the expectation on his face instantly turned into disappointment.

    However, he was not discouraged, but stepped forward and extended his hand to Dudu generously: "Hello, my name is Luo Yongmu, you should be the seventh child of the Lu family's nine treasures, Lu Zidu! I'm glad to meet you here  you!"

    Dudu looked at his outstretched hand, and took a step back guardedly, the intention of refusing to shake hands was obvious.

    Luo Yongmu withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and smiled: "Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!"

    Dudu still didn't speak, and seemed to be full of guard against him.

    The scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

    Momo hurried forward to smooth things over: "Well, Luo Yongmu, my sister is a bit timid and introverted, she doesn't like excitement, don't scare her. Thank you for coming to our birthday party! Well, my brother  They're in the front yard, maybe they've been looking for you!"

    Luo Yongmu took another look at Du Du, and then his eyes fell on her paintings. Although he didn't know how to paint, he could tell that the other party's painting skills were very high.

    The plum tree on the drawing board is lifelike, showing vigorous vitality in the sun.

    He looked up at Xiang Dudu again: "Lu Zidu, this painting of yours is really good, can you give it to me?"

    After hearing his request, Momo laughed: "Luo Yongmu, you are so funny, our birthday, where is the birthday present you prepared?"

    Luo Yongmu scratched his head embarrassingly: "Well, you nine, I thought about it for a long time, but I really don't know what gift to prepare?"

    After finishing speaking, he suddenly walked to Dudu's drawing board: "Well, how about I write a few words for you?"

    "Writing? There is no pen here, how do you write?" Momo looked puzzled.

    LuoYongmu bent down and picked up Dudu's paintbrush, casually dipped some watercolors, and pointed to the plum blossom painting that Dudu was drawing to a close: "Can I write two lines of poems on it?"

    His eyes were full of questioning gaze.

    Under the sun, a thin and handsome young man with a confident smile on his face.

    Momo originally thought that Dudu would refuse, but to her surprise, Dudu nodded: "Okay! If the writing is good, I will give you this painting!"

    "Seventh sister, you?" She was surprised by her sister's somewhat different behavior.

    Dudu explained with a smile: "Momo, he is also a guest, isn't he?"

    Momo nodded, and looked at Luo Yongmu: "Okay, my sister agreed, if Luo Yongmu writes badly, I will not follow you!"

    Long Yongmu didn't speak, raised his paintbrush, and quickly wrote two lines of poems in the upper corner: "Wan Shu Han has no color, and Nanzhi has unique flowers."

    Although it is a brush, the words written by Luo Yongmu are still vigorous and powerful, revealing the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.

    A line of small characters in light gray, dotted with Dudu, makes this painting more vibrant and charming.

    Momo exclaimed: "Luo Yongmu, I didn't expect that your handwriting is so good. Have you been practicing calligraphy?"

    Dudu also showed surprise on his face when he saw his words.

    Luo Yongmu was a little embarrassed: "Well, in order to exercise my patience, my father forced me to practice calligraphy since I was a child. I can write it well! I'll make you laugh!"

    "Luo Yongmu, don't be modest, it's okay, it's written too well!" Momo admired.

    Luo Yongmu looked at Xiang Dudu: "Then, this painting you just mentioned?"

    Dudu walked to the drawing board, took off the drawing, and handed it to him: "Give it to you, I mean what I say!"

    Luo Yongmu looked surprised, and quickly reached out to pick it up: "Thank you! Don't worry, I will find someone to frame this painting when I go back, and then hang it in my room."

    When receiving the painting, his fingers accidentally touched Dudu's. He felt that the other's fingers were a little cold, and his heart beat twice again involuntarily.

    "Well, although the sun is very good today, the temperature is still a bit low in winter. You should wear an extra layer of clothes, so you don't catch a cold!" He looked at Dudu and his tone was full of concern.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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