Demon King Dad

"Fanliu! What is the noise! ​​Is the room charge ready? Are you planning to pay?!"

A middle-aged woman yelled loudly from downstairs, followed by footsteps. The painter was startled, and quickly covered his mouth. After hurriedly pulling in the idiot, walnut, and bun, he slammed the door shut. Half a minute later, the woman's cursing voice came from outside the door.

After ten minutes of cursing, the landlady finally left. The painter leaned back against the door. He sighed in relief after hearing the sound away and sat down paralyzed.

"Wow! Your home is really interesting. Are you painting these?"

Since coming in, Walnut has looked around this room enthusiastically. In this space of only about 20 square meters, there are various paintings everywhere. There are landscapes, figures, and abstractions. A magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers is also depicted on the originally snow-white walls all around. Flowers, birds, fish and insects are all vivid.

But in addition, the ground is also covered with various paints for painting, and the simple furniture is covered with various colors. The bed that emerged from the many paintings is painted in colorful colors. The balcony was full of unwashed clothes, and the sink on the side was also full of unwashed dishes, which looked very sloppy.

There is a wooden picture clip in the center of the room with a figure painting that looks unfinished. Judging from the finished part, it seems to be an aristocratic girl standing on a gorgeous balcony overlooking the scenery. Little Bread stood in front of the painting, slapped his hands with paint in the paint box, smiled, and patted the painting.

"no, do not want!!!"

When Fanliu saw the movement of the small bread, he rushed up in shock. The bread was drunk by him, and the movement in his hand stopped immediately, and he looked at the painter rushing over with tearful eyes, looking very panicked. Fanliu hugged the painting in a panic and jumped aside, with a very cherished appearance.

"Ah...I'm sorry...that...I was too nervous...haha...hahaha..."

The client smiled slyly. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the painting on the shelf again, took out a white cloth to cover it, and greeted him: "Come on, everyone, don't be so nervous, sit down, sit down! What to drink? Is banana water okay?"

Fanliu graciously took out some canned banana water from the small cabinet on one side, which seemed to be prepared long ago. Without waiting for the idiot to refuse, he immediately opened the lid and handed it to the three of them.

"Hehe, this person is really funny, he really has a way to entertain guests~~~"

Walnut smiled and honestly picked up the banana water to drink. But the idiot beside her grabbed her and shook her head gently.

"What are you doing?"

Walnut glanced at the idiot.

The idiot stared at Fan Liu who was busy packing up things, and said softly, "Be careful, it's poisonous."

Walnut frowned, perhaps because she was slightly annoyed just now, she threw away the idiot's hand, raised her head and took a sip: "You don't drink, I just drink. If I get poisoned, you come to rescue me. I!"

After speaking, he turned his head and continued to drink with the bottle.

The idiot frowned, really inexplicable to the princess. He didn't understand, what happened to this princess? Why can you drink what others give with confidence and boldness? But when he was strange, the little bread beside him picked up the banana water and drank it like walnuts, scared him hurriedly snatching the bottle from the little girl.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Fanliu, who finally made a space, turned his head when he heard the bun's woof at the back, and saw that the idiot was holding up the banana water, and the bun was lying on his feet, tearful, and his hands kept stretching out.

"...It's okay."

In order to avoid accidents, the idiot boldly took a sip. After confirming that he was not poisoned to death, he handed the banana water to the girl.

"Don't worry about him. Okay, Mr. Fanliu, can we talk about the mission?"

Walnut pulled the bun, and the two men poured their drinks together in the same position. After refreshing, Walnut asked.

Alright... finally here.

The details of the mission are about to be announced, the idiot pricked his ears, held his breath, and listened carefully.

Hearing Walnut's question, the artist couldn't help but flushed. He scratched his head and sat down in front of the three of them, staring at the painting on the easel covered by white cloth.

"Actually... you know, I want to ask you... to send me a letter."

"Well, then who is the messenger? What should I pay attention to in this messenger mission?" In any case, Walnut has done several C-level missions, and I still have to ask if I know what to ask.

"Ah... the recipient..."

Fanliu's gaze became obsessed again, he tilted his head, and gave out some unpredictable smirks...

"She... is an angel... is the most beautiful angel I have ever seen in my life. Her skin is as pure as the snow on Xia Yan Mountain... Her eyes are as bright and transparent as pearls in the deep sea... "

"Ah...Her hair... The hair that rises with the wind is the waves in the Aegean Sea... Her soft lips are like the pink fruits of pearls..."

"She is the jewel in the palm of Esmeralda...the goddess of this world...the embodiment of a dream that is always beautiful and always young...!"

Halfway through hearing, Walnut already understood what was going on. Although I didn't elaborate, but the long-term influence of opera and Chinese opera, the little girl has her own unique insights into this kind of story. She also followed Fanliu's non-marginal praise with her imagination, imagining that under the moonlight, a lonely painter was painting a night scene in a flowerbed in the wild. It happened that a beautiful noble girl wandered around the crowd at night. The painter was obsessed for a while, and involuntarily picked up the brush in his hand to paint the most beautiful goddess in his mind. But before the painting was finished, the beautiful angel floated away, leaving only the melancholy young painter in the flowerbed under the moonlight...

Whispering) Hey! Too... this is awesome! Excellent!"

Thinking of the excitement, Walnut couldn't help but pull the idiot's clothes. But what she didn't expect was that the idiot's complexion at the moment was ashen, a pair of eyes that looked like an enemy.

Whisper) Humph, don't care about you!"

Without finding a common language in the idiot, Walnut couldn't restrain his romantic feelings, and quickly leaned forward with star-shaped eyes, and asked: "Mr. Fanliu! What's the specifics? What's the specifics? What's the matter?"

When asked by Xiao Hutao, Fanliu seemed to realize that he was a little gaffe. He scratched his head, his hair dyed with paint from his fingers again. After thinking about it a little bit, he smiled again and said gently--

"The first time I saw Miss, it was a snowy winter three years ago. At that time, it was a snow festival. At the festival, I was invited to become a studio to paint the prosperity and snow scene of the festival. At that time, I met My angel... is the only daughter of Earl Lyles, Miss Katrina Obiwin Lyles."

"That day, she wore a long lavender dress, the same color as her hair...beautiful she became the most dazzling jewel in the festival. I found that after that encounter, I would never forget her again. My creativity is curbed. Whenever I want to draw something, I can only see the figure of Miss Katrina, entangled with my soul..."

Walnut's eyes lit up, and she ignored the idiot who was looking increasingly ugly, and continued to ask: "So what's next? What's next? You...Did you act?"

"Ah... During that time, I seemed to be entangled by the devil, and made many bold moves that I had never thought of before. I once sneaked into the earl's mansion, just to be able to block the lady again Fangrong. As long as she can smile at me and nod her head, I...I will be satisfied..."

Walnut became excited and said loudly: "Mr. Painter, are you satisfied like this? Why? No? You like that lady so much. You should fight for it boldly!"

Hearing these words, Fanliu's complexion gradually showed a little helplessness. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said: "Strive for... Well, how can someone like me climb up to an angel like Miss Shang? There are countless people who propose to the earl's house, either high-ranking nobles or wealthy nations. How can I do it?"

"Then you... Then you just gave up like this?"

"I said, I only hope that I can secretly take a glimpse of the lady from a distance, and it will be satisfied...Look."

With that, Fanliu pulled away the white cloth, revealing the painting underneath again.

"I sneak into the earl's house many times just to complete the portrait of the young lady. Every Sunday, the young lady will stand on the balcony, looking at the stars in the sky. During that time, I will hide in the grass and paint carefully. Miss Zhu. Although there is only such a short hour every week...but I think that is the happiest time in my life."

"Woo...you...you..."

For Fanliu's infatuation, Walnut can only shake his head and sigh. At this moment, how much she hopes a dramatic storyline can appear before her eyes. As for herself as a princess, she should maintain the class rule among the nobles and order the painter who dared to enter the private house not to approach the Miss Lyles. She has completely left her behind.