How to Develop the King of Anime

Just as when Jingu Yao returned home, he was seeing Mashiro sitting in a small courtyard wearing a thin shirt, a clean straw hat on his head, and his fine golden hair shining brightly in the afternoon sun. , her eyes are calm and deep, sitting in the courtyard motionless, only the brush in her hand shuttles back and forth, dyeing the colored ink on the white cloth in front of her.

It was a pure Western-style painting. It was completely different from the so-called comics and fanarts. Just seeing it at a glance would make people think of the word 'art'. The brush strokes portrayed by each stroke are very unique. Simple, without any complex meaning, but it is this simple line that even makes people feel a little messy, and the graphics it outlines have a shocking feeling that directly appeals to people's hearts. True white's grasp of color has reached the limit of human beings. Even Jingu Yao, who was standing quietly behind her, had the illusion that he was seeing a modern Van Gogh.

Only after the artist leaves will their works increase in value. Maybe in a hundred years, Mashiro can really become a modern Van Gogh.

This painting Jingu Yao has seen Mashiro painted for a long time. A few days ago, Jingu Yao thought that this painting should have been painted, but Mashiro can always draw a few strokes in unexpected places, so that The painting looks more spectacular and warm.

This is a field that Jingu Yao does not understand at all. It is a field that even if there is a plug-in, you can't get involved. The real art, the suffocating art, that only Shinshiro can set foot on and develop it to its peak.

When the last stroke was over, Zhenbai's eyes seemed to see through the vicissitudes of the whole world. Her eyes explored back and forth between her work and the physical house in front of her, until she felt satisfied, she stood up and moved gently. to put this painting away.

Zhenbai has no common sense. Even after a year and a half later, she has learned the basic way of life, but she will still make a lot of jokes and cause a lot of trouble, but only when it comes to painting, Zhenbai seems to understand everything. There will never be any behavior that will damage your paintings.

"To Yao..."

After painting this painting that Jingu Yao doesn't understand, but can perceive its art and greatness, Mashiro seems to be superfluous and wrote a sentence in the blank space of the painting with not good-looking words as a gift to Jingu Yao. If you look closely, you will find that this sentence may be the real finishing touch of the painting. The painting is just for the purpose of This sentence makes a foil.

Mashiro carefully put away the painting, handed the painting to Jingu Yao, and gently held this painting that is expected to make the poor rich overnight in a hundred years, Jingu Yao asked with a smile: "...Why do you think of giving me something? ."

Zhenbai tilted his little head, as if he was thinking about why. After a while, he whispered: "...Congratulations on your success... Qihai said that he should send something."

That's why she sent a painting, because the girl named Shiina Mashiro can't do anything except painting.

"Thank you!"

Putting this painting in your hand, it is as heavy as a thousand tons. It is not the vulgarity of its monetary value, but the girlish intentions contained in it make people feel that it is extremely heavy, even if the gold worship Jingu Yao is facing it. When it was really white, he felt that the word money was an insult to the girl in front of him.

Mashiro didn't say anything. She turned her back to Jingu Yao and walked into the room, making Jingu Yao think for a while whether she was really expressionless or smiling. When she walked through the courtyard to the door of the house, Mashiro said After wiping the sweat stains on Jiebai's forehead, he said inexplicably, "...The clothes are very uncomfortable."

"That's because you're wearing it backwards, little idiot!"

Jingu Yao said, dumbfounded, that he found out when he first saw Mashiro that Mashiro wore this T-shirt completely upside down, it would be strange if it was comfortable.

"It's a fool to call someone else a fool..."

Zhenbai whispered a word, and walked into the house like this. After Jingu Yao put away the painting, he helped her to tidy up all the tools in the yard. It is absolutely impossible for Zhenbai to clean up. .

After all these tedious little things were done, Jingu Yaocai groaned comfortably in the living room with the cool air blowing from the air conditioner, while Mashiro, who had disappeared before, walked downstairs slowly at this time. The clothes are still worn upside down, the jade legs under the skirt are not slender, smooth and delicate like a piece of suet white jade, the skin seems to have a dazzling luster when walking slightly, a pair of bare feet is neither wearing slippers nor socks, that's it. Stepping on the clean floor, with every step of her lifting and falling, the arches of her feet outline a beautiful arc like a famous painting in the world, and even the soles of her feet do not have any dead skin, and they are as tender as a baby.

"...Yo, I'm sleepy."

"Go take a nap when you're tired."

For such a question that a normal person would never ask, Mashiro's mouth had already made Jingu Yao accustomed to it.

"Can't sleep."

Mashiro walked slowly in front of Jingu Yao, looking down at him.

"Then you close your eyes and count sheep, most of them fall asleep after counting sheep."

"I'm not talking to you about sheep."

Shiro blinked his cute big eyes and said in confusion.

"I'm not talking about sheep... forget it..."

Jingu Yao, who wanted to explain, felt that he was playing the piano to the cow, and shook his hand helplessly.

"Aren't Yao happy?"

"Ah, what happened before made me feel a little bad."

Mashiro seemed to understand Jingu Yao's words, but suddenly said: "...My mother said that I want to come to Japan."

"Cough...what?"

Jingu Yao, who was originally saddened by the spring and sad in the autumn, widened his eyes and looked at Shibai in disbelief, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Chapter [-] Cook the raw rice first

"your mom?!"

Mashiro's sudden words made Jingu Yao stunned. He looked at Mashiro in disbelief, and wanted to see something from her expression, but it was a pity that Mashiro kept looking at Jingu Yao with those clear and ethereal eyes. , no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything in Shiro's expression.

Under the indifferent and clear eyes of Mashiro, Jingu Yao gradually calmed down. He slowly sat on the sofa and pulled the unresponsive Mashiro to his side and hugged her. Mashiro did not Any resistance, she rubbed her head in Jingu Yao's arms like a kitten, as if a 'purring' sound came from her throat.

Jingu Yao lightly rubbed Mashiro's blond hair with his hands, and after thinking about it, he asked, "... Did your mother say she wants to come to see you?"

Shiro blinked and shook his head.

Looking at Zhenbai's performance, Jingong Yao also knew that she asked in vain. How could she know about these things? After hesitating for a while, Jingong Yao said slowly: "...What about your father? Is that right? coming too?"

If it's just Shiro's mother, Jingu Yaozhi doesn't matter. When he sent Rita, who had a one-night stand with him, back to China at 750, he met Shiro's mother at the airport. It can be said that she is a real British lady. And her mother has an indescribable doting when facing her, maybe it has something to do with her father, but if the real white father also comes, it's impossible to say, to know what is the most unbearable thing for a man?That is naturally his wife has another man in her heart. Jingu Yao can guess from Shibai's words that her family should be her mother's decision, his father is more like a child, and even her father probably knows Jingu Xiaozhi's existence and resentment, if he hates Wu and Wu, it will be troublesome, after all, he is Shinshiro's father, and Jingu Yao can't be too much.

"...Mom and Dad haven't been together for a long time."

Jingu Yao was stunned by Zhenbai's indifferent words, and he whispered softly, "...Separation?! Why didn't you say it earlier, Zhenbai!"

"Yao never asked..."

Seemingly dissatisfied with Jingu Yao's complaint, Zhenbai said with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, it's my problem..."

Jingu Yao rubbed Mashiro's hair. No one would say this kind of personal question when no one asked, especially that girl was Mashiro.

However, the answer from Mashiro's mouth also made Jingu Yao think a lot at once.