Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 1777 Asking for advice
While Xie Fu was talking, Li Huirong had already finished painting the remaining part of the bird.

Xie Fu saw that the painting was colorful, neatly depicted, and the scenery was realistic. It was a Northern School of landscape painting. Only the bird was not painted well, which was a flaw in the whole painting. He smiled and said, "It seems that there will be no unexpected surprises today."

Li Huirong said calmly, "There are plenty of opportunities." He put down his pen and stood up.

Xie Fu groaned, and put his arm close to her to stop her from standing up: "That's wrong. In the midst of mediocrity, one hopes for a surprise, but one does not know that the magic lies in opportunity, and today is the opportunity."

"Where is the machine?"

"Opportunities lie in people. How about this? I will make it up to you."

Xie Fu leaned over Li Huirong's back, held her hand and started writing again, with his other hand on Li Huirong's shoulder. This posture was extremely intimate and ambiguous. Li Huirong couldn't help but turn her head to look at Xie Fu.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Why, is the posture wrong?"

"I'm right, I don't know if you're right."

Xie Fu smiled without saying anything. He took her hand and gently dipped it in ink, then lightly tapped the bird.

Li Huirong asked: "What are you doing?"

"Draw another one."

"Hu Lai, this is a painting of lonely flying in the snow."

"Since your painting is ruined anyway, why not let me have a try?"

Because Xie Fu was pressed against her body and her hands were held by him, Li Huirong felt a little uncomfortable and her fingers were a little stiff.

Xie Fu's voice rang in her ears: "Trust me, leave it to me."

The hot breath lingered around Li Huirong's ears, a hint of red appeared on her ears, and her fingers became even stiffer.

Xie Fu smiled. If there was any aspect in which he was better than Li Huirong, it was in terms of men and women. He could keenly feel Li Huirong's inner thoughts with every change in her body language and expression.

But there is no rush. Just like painting, you need to take your time and not finish it in one go. Just lightly touch the ink.

Li Huirong was an expert, and after only a few strokes, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What kind of technique is this?"

"Take off the painting."

"Take off the painting? I've never heard of it before."

“I created this myself.”

Li Huirong turned her head to look at him, her eyes naturally revealing some anticipation for the unknown. Xie Fu asked, "Do you want to see it?"

"continue."

The outline of the bird was slowly sketched out stroke by stroke. Li Huirong stared at the brushstrokes and the ink with bright eyes. She was immersed in exploring the unknown and looking forward to the surprising results. She didn't even notice that Xie Fu was holding her waist.

When the painting was about to be completed, Xie Fu suddenly stopped. Li Huirong, who was immersed in it and had her eyes full of techniques, was interrupted and blurted out: "Paint."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "I can't draw it anymore."

“Why can’t I draw it?”

“I don’t have any feeling, so I can’t draw it.”

"How do you feel it?"

Xie Fu slowly moved his face closer to her, with his mouth just about to touch her.

In Li Huirong's eyes, Xie Fu's face was all she could see. His eyes were full of smiles, the texture of his lips was extremely clear, and his contours were so realistic that they could not be expressed in a painting.

"The so-called painting out of focus is a visual illusion that uses light and shadow."

As he spoke, Li Huirong also saw clearly the interweaving of light and dark on his lips, and she had an epiphany.

However, the hot breath from his mouth that fell on her face made her lose interest in exploring his techniques. She was anxiously wondering whether he would kiss her.

Xie Fu added: "It is true and false, true and false, true and false, it is hard to tell the true from the false."

As he said this, his eyebrows moved and his eyes drooped. Li Huirong felt as if he was going to kiss her. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and she dodged in fear. However, Xie Fu maintained the same posture and did not move at all.

Xie Fu laughed: "I just raised my eyebrows, why are you so nervous?"

Li Huirong didn't say anything, so Xie Fu asked again: "Do you think I want to kiss you?"

Li Huirong didn't say anything, but she agreed in her heart.

Xie Fu explained: "The bird needs to live outside the painting. It is not necessary to focus on painting the bird. When the wind blows, the bird flies; when the snow falls, it folds its wings."

Just a few strokes of the brush next to the bird, with wind and first snow, instantly create a coherent and vivid picture of the bird flapping its wings in the wind and then folding its wings in fear of the cold.

Li Huirong exclaimed, and was immediately amazed.

Xie Fu said softly: "Just like when I trembled my brows just now, I immediately imagined the scenery."

Li Huirong looked at him with resentment, and Xie Fu's brows trembled again. Li Huirong was calm this time. Unexpectedly, Xie Fu kissed the tip of her nose. Suddenly, it was like a dream. She felt the warmth on the tip of her nose. This real feeling finally settled in her heart.

He kissed me, and as soon as the thought came to my mind, I felt a warmth rising from the soles of my feet, and my whole body was warm, as happy as when I was in my mother's arms when I was a child.

She hadn't had this feeling for a long time, as if she had never had it since she grew up. She thought that adults didn't have it, but it turned out that it was just lost in some corner.

After Xie Fu left her nose, Li Huirong still smiled with her eyes closed, looking both dignified like a Taoist saint and gentle like a beautiful goddess. She did not open her eyes until she heard Xie Fu's voice.

"If you don't know the truth, how can you know the falsehood?"

Li Huirong smiled slightly: "Indeed."

Xie Fu asked: "What does it taste like?"

"It's wonderful."

Xie Fu smiled meaningfully and said, "The most surprising thing in life is that when you are looking at a barren field and feeling grief-stricken and beating your chest, suddenly a downpour of rain falls from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the field turns into a mulberry field. The rice seedlings are full of vitality under the nourishment of the rain. How pleasing to the eye it is."

Li Huirong realized it at this moment, and her fair cheeks were stained with red. Xie Fu suddenly said "eh", and Li Huirong was just feeling speechless and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xie Fu asked: "Did you put on makeup today?"

Li Huirong glared at Xie Fu and said, "No!" She never used these things.

"Then why is your face so red?"

Li Huirong's eyes changed from glaring to angry, and just at this moment of emotion, Xie Fu exclaimed: "This is incredible, this is incredible."

Li Huirong really wanted to find a mirror to see how she had lost her composure, but Xie Fu lifted her chin and looked down at her: "Now I finally understand why Emperor Ai of Han loves virtuous ministers more than beauties."

Li Huirong chuckled: "Does this make you proud?"

"Of course!"

"Isn't this something that you, a romantic and talented person, can easily achieve?"

"No, because you are Li Huirong, a woman who regards all the heroes in the world as ordinary people."

"I consider you as my classmate, so I should give you some face."

Li Huirong remained calm and composed. She had long been accustomed to having a calm face despite the turmoil in her heart, until Xie Fu whispered in her ear: "Li Huirong, are you moved? Think about me, think as much as you can, this is the technique of painting without painting."

A heavy rain suddenly fell, wetting everything silently...

"Xie Fu, your beauty trick worked."

Xie Fu said slowly in a storytelling tone: "There is a pork seller in the market. He is very friendly and talkative. Neighbors like to buy pork from him and chat with him. When I pass by his stall, I always see a group of people laughing while chatting."

Seeing Li Huirong looking at him, Xie Fu asked, "Do you think they are going to buy pork, or to chat with the pork seller?"

Xie Fu deliberately said, "Let's buy pork."

"Since you're buying pork, why don't you go home after buying it?"

Li Huirong smiled and said, "Then what do you think they are going to do?"

Xie Fu laughed and said, "I came here to buy pork at first, but as we chatted I forgot I was here to buy pork. You said I was using my beauty to lure you. If I did it on purpose, would someone as smart as you be fooled?"

"What if I say I was fooled on purpose?" Xie Fu said, "Really? Was it intentional or was it because I couldn't help myself?"

"Can you tell?"

Xie Fu whispered in his ear: "Even a fool can see that."

"If you're not trying to use your beauty on me, then what are you doing?"

"I'll accompany you. We have similar interests. You please my heart and I please your eyes. Why not?"

"Who said you are pleasing to my eyes? You don't know how annoying you are."

Xie Fu laughed: "If I couldn't please you, you would have cut me into pieces long ago according to your temper."

Li Huirong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Xie Fu came closer: "Let's talk about this painting again."

Li Huirong said: "Your painting technique really surprises me, but this painting is called "A Solitary Bird Flying in the Quiet Snow". If you add one more bird to it, it will become inappropriate and the artistic conception will be lost."

"I told you there is no conception."

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"Then tell me what the meaning is?"

"Look, the cold wind and the still snow, a lone bird flying alone, doesn't it look desolate? If I draw another one, two birds as companions, doesn't the mood change immediately, with a strong warmth? The warmest moment in life is when you are lonely and helpless, and have a companion as companion. Even a smile can fill your heart with warmth."

Li Huirong's heart was moved when she heard this. These words touched her heart just right. She relied on herself for everything and never asked others for help. But when she encountered an unsolvable problem, she couldn't find anyone to help her. At that moment, she felt so lonely and helpless, and all her pride was gone.

Looking at Xie Fu, he really had a slight smile on his face, which infected people. With a warm smile in his heart, he couldn't help but slowly reach out his hand to touch his cheek.

"Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Xie Fu spoke suddenly, and Li Huirong stopped and naturally withdrew his hand: "Even if it makes sense, it is inevitable that it will be suspected of ruining a masterpiece."

Xie Fu smiled: "You are still narrow-minded, too bound by the predecessors, maybe this..."

His train of thought was interrupted for a moment, and he smiled and said, "I haven't chosen a name yet. This painting will be even more famous than "A Solitary Flying in the Snow" in the future."

"Maybe."

Xie Fu was very interested: "Do you know the story in this painting?"

Li Huirong smiled. This painting was drawn by her. He just added a bird. What story could there be in the painting? She smiled faintly and said, "Why don't you tell me what story is in the painting?"

"This painting is called 'Looking for My Wife and Returning Home'."

Li Huirong burst out laughing: "You really come up with nonsense easily."

Xie Fu chuckled: "I just chose this name."

Li Huirong forced himself to stop laughing and said, "Okay, you said it was "Looking for My Wife and Returning Home", but there are only birds in this painting, where are the people, where is the wife?"

Xie Fu pointed at the birds painted by Li Huirong and said, "This is Miss Bird, and this is Mr. Bird. They are a pair of bird husband and wife."

Li Huirong glared at him: "If you say so, I can also say that this is Miss Bird and this is the bird slave, following behind happily."

"It's true that they are a couple, but you can see for yourself if you don't believe me."

Xie Fu pointed at the bird in the painting and Li Huirong looked at it with a puzzled look on his face: "What's going on?"

"This bird boy is holding a pair of pants in his hand."

"Pants?"

"Look, there is a stroke of ink here."

"I thought it was the wind?"

"Hey, didn't you see it was caught in the claws?"

Li Huirong laughed: "Okay, just think of it as pants." If Xie Fu hadn't just demonstrated his superb skills, reflecting his attainments in painting, Li Huirong would have felt like he was talking to a madman.

Xie Fu pointed again: "Look, Miss Bird is not wearing pants?"

"I can't tell where you're not wearing pants."

"It's not that the skirt is lifted up, and the legs are bare."

Li Huirong stared at it for a while, then suddenly cried out, and angrily hit Xie Fu: "This is ink, what skirt?"

"I thought you drew the skirt for this bird lady, so you drew the pants for the bird gentleman."

Li Huirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had never seen someone who was so good at making up nonsense. But he could come up with a reason for you: "Just think of it as a skirt... so what?"

"Who would give pants to his wife? Of course only the husband, so they are a pair of bastards."

Li Huirong was defeated and said helplessly: "Well, even if you are a bird couple, why don't you wear pants when you go out?"

"Naturally, he was on the bed, and he ran out in a hurry."

Li Huirong looked puzzled, and Xie Fu smiled: "It can only be understood but not expressed in words."

This aroused Li Huirong's curiosity, and Xie Fu coaxed her: "I want to know."

"You like to talk or not."

Xie Fu whispered something in his ear, and Li Huirong was embarrassed after hearing it. He punched Xie Fu a few times and said, "You are talking nonsense."

Xie Fu said in a coquettish voice: "What did I say before? You don't know the details of the people. Most of the quarrels between the couple are because of this matter."

Li Huirong said lightly: "You still remember this sentence."

As he spoke, he recalled how miserable Xie Fu looked when they first met. He could not help but smile. Many years had passed without him realizing it, but that scene seemed like it was just yesterday.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, wait until you get married... No, no, no, I'm wrong. You'll know once you marry a woman."

"After hearing what you said, I have this idea."

Xie Fu smiled and kept quiet for a while. Li Huirong was good at observing his expression and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Xie Fu smiled and said, "I was wondering who would marry...oh, who would marry you."

Li Huirong smiled faintly: "Can you do it?"

Xie Fu was stunned for a moment: "Me!"

Li Huirong nodded slightly and smiled: "I have seen that you look very good when you dress up. You should be worthy of being a dignified and elegant lady of a famous family, eh..."

Li Huirong's teasing did not make Xie Fu feel uncomfortable. Zhang Lingluo had performed this kind of drama of confusing right and wrong more than once. As for Xiaoyun, she always asked him to play the servant, and then she would play the high and mighty Madam Wang. It would be more normal for his two good wives to act like them.

In the end, a man's strength is what matters, and all talk on paper is meaningless.

"I am very..." Xie Fu said as he deliberately choked himself, squinting his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, looking naughty.

"I know, you have a fever."

"no……"

"Ha ha……"

Xie Fu had only said two words when he was interrupted by Li Huirong's laughter.

Xie Fu waited until her laughter stopped before he said, "I meant to say that I'm very greedy. If you want to marry me, I don't know if I can handle it."

"I don't know, but..."

"But if I can't feed you, you can let another man do it."

Xie Fu's mind froze for a moment, and he was a little confused about the order of things.

Li Huirong lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you like women, you can also let women fill you up."

Xie Fu smiled: "You are so generous."

Li Huirong smiled: "Then it's settled."