Glazed in front of him, Feng Chuxue bit his lips tightly, his cheeks bulging, like an angry calf.

The atmosphere was frozen at this time, and each person and the car were quietly confronting each other.

In fact, it hasn't been long, but the people inside and outside the car are suffering infinitely, and every second is like a year.

Looking at the dazzling headlights in front of him, Feng Chuxue's heart was blank.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't understand what she was doing here.

No matter how angry or unhappy you are, you can't beat Mr. Chen to death, right?

Why did Commissioner Harley call me and say that I came over immediately?

What goal do I want to achieve?

What if he gets out of the car?

Shen Chong in the car was a little mentally prepared for Feng Chuxue's anger. After all, he had been detained for a month and would be annoyed if anyone else was angry.

But she stopped the car at midnight, and Shen Chong was a little surprised.

Mei Zi Feng looks very elegant and easy to talk to, but she didn't expect it to be so easy to get involved.

Could she really want to beat me to death, right?

He stretched out his head, "Teacher Chuxue, don't be impulsive. If you have something to say, you can give in first, I have to park the car!"

Hearing his voice, Feng Chuxue's mind finally recovered from a little clarity. Realizing that his behavior was stupid and dangerous, he quickly jumped to the side.

Shen Chong got off the bus and approached carefully.

Although this girl seems harmless, she is careful to make a ship that has been shipped for thousands of years.

"That... Teacher Fujixue, are you doing well this month?"

Now, his polite chat became the fuse, which directly ignited the grievances hidden in the heart of the girl Chuxue.

She slapped the wooden stick in the grass beside her and jumped up and was about to hit her.

Of course, Shen Chong would not beat her honestly, easily raise his hand to block it, and then pretend to be painful.

Feng Chuxue didn't hit her twice, and the small wooden stick broke itself, and then she squatted on the side of the road and cried.

Shen Chong didn't persuade her, and it was even more impossible to coax her, just looking at her.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, she calmed down completely. She stood up and wiped her tears. "Sorry, Mr. Chen, I'm making you laugh."

Shen Chong waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh!"

Feng Chuxue: "..."

After a long time, Shen Chong scratched his head and said, "Actually, I don't quite understand what you are coming to me for. Although I reported you, since the heart-to-heart talks did not work for you at that time, you would not be able to leave directly."

Feng Chuxue sighed, "I don't know why I came to you. Actually, I have figured it out long ago. The person I should really thank is Mr. Chen, otherwise I would have died long ago. Compared to death, just being under house arrest for one month, what is it?"

Shen Chong was contemptuous and now he pretended to be considerate?

So were you dominated by the devil just now?

Do you know it's time to thank me?

Go, I can't understand your bad habits, and I can't tell the difference between the main and the secondary.

It was me who exposed you, but I did nothing wrong. It was just that who thought that you were so weak and didn’t wake up.

"I just...I don't know why, but my emotions suddenly lost control. Anyway, I'm sorry. Mr. Chen, don't you feel pain, right?"

Feng Chuxue rubbed her hands again and asked slightly nervously.

Shen Chong waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't hurt, it's a trivial matter. Since there is nothing wrong, I'll first..."

He wants to go home, wasting his time.

Feng Chuxue suddenly said, "Then I'll treat you to a meal! I'll express my gratitude!"

"No, no."

"No, otherwise I'll be too frustrated and I think I'm so bad."

Feng Chuxue didn't want to admit the inexplicable awkwardness deep in her heart.

The real grievance of her was probably because she regarded Shen Chong as a white knight at the beginning and should have taken her with a white horse with a princess to leave. In the end, the knight just wanted to sell herself for a good price.

"You invite me to dinner? Forget it, I'll treat you. After this meal, let's write it off!"

"OK!"

After some trouble, Shen Chong first went back to the community to park his car, then took Feng Chuxue for about ten minutes, and went to the night market not far away to order some barbecue.

If it were in the previous life, the Otaku Shen would have a little interest in the cute and fashionable girl Feng.

But for this life, he felt that he would just let it go.

It’s not that she is not good-looking, but that he is afraid of trouble.

It is far from time to rest assured, and it is even more impossible to wander in the Shura field and be at ease. This is not only sorry for Xinxin, but also for yourself and life.

We are not the rich young man born with a golden key. Time waits for others, and evil spirits and evil demons wait for others.

If you don’t work hard to become stronger, maybe one day it will be like the father who died at the hands of the gecko man who died in the hands of a gecko man in order to save his son, and he will die in vain and improperly.

"Anyway, it is indeed my responsibility to save you. It is a coincidence that you have been under house arrest for a month. There are many abnormalities in you, so you have to be careful. Don't blame the monster killing and making a big deal. You should understand how much impact these things will have on the people once they spread."

"I understand."

"So it is necessary to be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship?"

"It's necessary. Anyway, I have received 500,000 yuan in compensation. I can't save so much in two or three years of teaching painting."

When eating barbecue, Shen Chong habitually fulfilled the duties of an unstaff boss, wiped the butt of a demon and gave the final psychological counseling for Feng Meizi.

But when he heard that she had received 500,000, he felt that there was no need for tutoring.

"Then will you teach painting in the future?"

There was really nothing to talk about, Shen Chong asked casually.

Feng Meizi nodded, "Teach. I planned to save enough money and study abroad, but now I have changed my mind. Let's talk about it when I find a new threshold again and encounter a bottleneck."

"Your painting skills are still improving?"

"yes."

Shen Chong was a little dizzy, and he couldn't understand Feng Meizi's situation.

He has a little understanding of painting and is even more a veteran painter, but he is a novice in artistic creation.

He doesn't quite understand what the concept of a surge in painting skills is. Is it a huge explosion of understanding in artistic creation? Then she should awaken.

Maybe I'm right in my judgment, but the period of her awakening is too long, so does her painting skills reach the peak?

He had another bad idea and decided to test it.

Chewing a piece of meat, Shen Chong asked, "Can you tell me exactly what your concept of the skyrocketing painting skills are? I'm a little curious."

Feng Chuxue lifted the bamboo stick and pulled it a few times on the oily plate. Several lines made of butter appeared on the plate, crisscrossing, and it turned out to be a personal face.

"Mr. Chen, you know how to draw, you know the skills and genres of painting, right?"

Shen Chong nodded, "Yes, there are many schools and methods of painting. Some people only use lines, while others exert their colors. But it cannot be said that the artistic quality of accumulated colors is higher than that of lines. This is a matter of opinion."

"Yes, the essence of art is always changing. A powerful master can use the simplest lines to depict the most abundant emotions, so that the mood of the person who looks at the painting will fluctuate and fluctuate. The use of colors, the structure of lines, the inspiration for creation, the released emotions, the recorded sense of picture, etc., all of these things are piled up together, that is art, painting skills, just like music."

Shen Chong: "But modern art has begun to become impetuous, and many people think that things that everyone praises are of class."

Feng Chuxue asked, "How do you say this?"

Shen Chong: "I remember two people. One is a well-known painter, one can shoot tens of millions of oil paintings, and the other is a peasant woman. The two have very different identities and status, but they both like to paint peach blossoms. Many people use peasant woman's paintings to satirize the painter, saying that the painter is a fake master who has been hyped up."

Feng Chuxue nodded, "I know this too."

"This is actually an ideological class opposition. The people think that painters are praised by them, blowing them up, and those who recognize painters are all so-called upper-class people. The support and liking of rich people must be ignorant and hypocritical. The weak like to cultivate an illusion for themselves. They think that the success of successful people comes from accidents, and successful people must be fools."

"So ordinary people like to belittle painters because they have a high status and like to praise peasant women, because their status seems to be lower than themselves. In the process of praising peasant women, they themselves feel that I despise the counterattack of heaven and earth. But if one day they accidentally blow peasant women up and become peasant women and leave their class, the public opinion trend will immediately change."

Feng Chuxue thought for a while, "Mr. Shen, do you mean that the title of artist has been ruined in the eyes of some people, thinking that artistic attainments can really be realized through hype?"

Shen Chong shook his head, "I don't agree with it myself, but many people really think of the art of painting. After all, it is not like an exam and cannot be accurately judged by scores. So I want to ask you, in which aspects do you feel that your painting skills are improving?"

Feng Chuxue thought about it, then turned over the plate that drew the lines on the table and pushed it to Shen Chong, "Mr. Shen, what do you think of my painting?"

"The lines are simple, perfectly using the grease stacked on the plate, but it fully vents the old man's anger, making it clear at a glance that the author was in a confused and manic mood at that time."

Feng Chuxue's face turned red when she was Shen Chong's comment, "I'm not manic!"

After two minutes of cold show, she sighed, "Okay, there is one thing. In short, only the painter knows what level he is, and the higher the level, the stronger the sense of humility he feels when facing masterpieces. Drawing can be said to be about pursuing details, but details are still just a drop in the bucket. Overall and details, intention and presentation, and layer-by-layer connotation... these are painting techniques."

Shen Chong asked again: "Then what do you think should be like when your painting skills reach its peak."

Feng Chuxue thought for a while, "A world of every stroke? One heart makes thousands of trees bloom?"

Shen Chong thought it would be better to send her back to kill the demon, this dangerous person!

Otherwise, I would like to build the wonderful ranch quickly.
To be continued...