"Of course." Song Jin nodded.
So Ning Xi squatted down, looked at Xiao Bao and asked, "Xiao Bao, are you willing to learn painting from Grandpa Song?"
The little boy touched the furry little white rabbit in his arms, blinked his eyes, looked at his father, looked at his mother, and then looked at his grandfather...
Finally, under Song Jin's anxious gaze, Xiaobao finally nodded.
The moment the little guy nodded, Song Jin was so excited that he almost burst into tears, "Okay! Okay! Okay... From now on, you will be my only closed disciple! Master will definitely pass on all the painting skills of this life to you!"
Then, under the guidance of his parents, Xiaobao followed the steps of becoming a disciple and obediently offered Song Jin the tea, thus formally becoming a disciple of this master.
After the apprenticeship, Lu Tingxiao thought for a moment and then said, "However, there is a problem. Old sir, you live in a remote area..."
"That's okay. I can definitely move for my good disciple. Wherever you live, I'll move nearby!" Song Jin said very readily. The more he looked at Xiaobao, the more he liked him.
His painting style and skills require extremely high talent and spirituality. Originally, he had given up hope of finding a successor that would satisfy him, but unexpectedly, God treated him well and he finally waited for this child.
Ning Xi didn't know what to say after hearing Song Jin's words.
She had to travel through mountains and rivers to meet this great god, but when it was the little bun's turn, Mr. Song was so considerate that he even came to her door to provide service.
My baby is awesome!
Because it was late and it was raining outside, Song Jin, in a good mood, asked them to stay for one night.
Lu Jingli and Jiang Muye lived in one room, Ning Xi, Lu Tingxiao and Xiao Baozi lived in another room.
It seems that the little boy really likes the rabbit. He even holds it in his arms like a treasure when he sleeps.
Lu Tingxiao had just seen the rabbit in his son's arms. He glanced at Ning Xi and asked, "Where did the rabbit come from?"
Ning Xi said proudly, "I caught it! I was planning to roast it and eat it, but Xiaobao liked it, so I gave it to him to play with! Isn't it cute? So furry and soft!"
"Cute." Lu Tingxiao stretched out his large hand and touched the bunny's ears.
When Xiaobao saw it, he immediately took the rabbit to his mother and said: It’s mine, you can’t touch it.
Lu Tingxiao: “…”
Seeing Lu Tingxiao's frustrated look, Ning Xi chuckled and rubbed her head against him, saying, "Don't be sad, I'll let you touch me!"
Little Bun: “!!!”
The little guy immediately stuffed the rabbit into Lu Tingxiao's hands: Dad, you should just touch the rabbit!
"Hahahahahaha..." Ning Xi covered her stomach and laughed uncontrollably.
Looking at his son, Lu Tingxiao sighed helplessly. Even though they had united as a team and the general direction remained unchanged, they still fought for favor when it was time to do so.
"Oh, that's great! Now our baby has a painting teacher in addition to the ancient martial arts teacher. He is truly a master of both literature and martial arts!" Ning Xi said happily.
Lu Tingxiao: "Ning Xi."
Lu Tingxiao suddenly called her seriously. Ning Xi was a little confused: "What's the matter?"
Lu Tingxiao: "Thank you."
Ning Xi: "Why are you thanking me for no reason?"
Lu Tingxiao: "Thank you for being so nice to Xiaobao."
Ning Xi stroked the little bun's head with a gentle look in her eyes, "Isn't it my duty to be nice to my son? Bun, right?"
Xiaobao nodded decisively.
The night was getting deeper and deeper. There was the sound of rain outside the window. The air was filled with the fragrance of soil. Xiaobao beside me gradually fell asleep and slept soundly...