Whether male or female, people who are very family-oriented are always very warm and soft.
For example, it was the first time that Gu Bai was gently awakened by a gentle pat on the quilt.
It's not a natural wake up, it's not an alarm clock, and it's not a messy movement.
But was so normal, gently woke up.
Gu Bai huddled under the quilt, looking at Madam Ling Snake, his mind went blank.
Mrs. Ling Snake patted the quilt again: "Today, I have fish porridge for breakfast. It's already cooked. Get up and eat quickly."
Gu Bai couldn't help shrinking under the quilt, then realized that something was wrong, stuck his head out again, and nodded.
"Good boy." Mrs. Ling Snake smiled and left the guest room briskly.
Gu Bai watched her leave the room, and after being stupid for a while, he slowly got up from the bed.
It was only after he got up that he realized that he looked down at his wiped hands, and realized that he didn't sleep yesterday and sneaked to the third floor to paint.
It was probably sent back by Mr. Si, Gu Bai thought, put on his slippers, and ran to the main guard on the second floor.
There are new toiletries in the main seat, the mouthwash cup is a model with two bunny ears standing up, the new towel is light blue, and there are small flowers printed on it.
Gu Bai: "..."
It can be seen that Mrs. Snake really likes children.
Gu Bai thought about it for a while, but silently accepted the setting that he was still a cub among the monsters.
Anyway, a cub like him who has been able to make money on both sides of the human society and the monster world, and can support his old father's cubs, it's good to say it.
Teenagers are always the most proud of their parents.
Gu Bai felt that he could pick up a bargain to make his dad look good, and there was nothing wrong with brushing up on his resume in the monster world.
Gu Bai went downstairs after washing up, only to see Si Yiming slowly drinking porridge beside the dining table.
The light aroma of fish fillet porridge permeates the living room, with a warm, warm taste that can be called "home".
Gu Bai took a sip, and couldn't help showing a silly smile on his face.
He took a step to rub it over, pulled out the stool and sat down: "Mr. Si, where's Madam?"
Si Yiming replied casually, "Sun on the third floor."
Mrs. Snake usually likes to stay on the large terrace outside the studio on the third floor, basking in the sun and seeing the light. Some small handicrafts.
In addition to the heavy responsibility of the beast, her biggest hobby is to go to various child welfare homes and children's hospitals, and give the gadgets she usually sews to those poor babies.
The weather is fine today, the sun sticks out her head, and Mrs. Snake is lying comfortably on the large terrace on the third floor.
"Have Madam read my draft?" Gu Bai asked.
"I've seen it." Si Yiming nodded, "She said yes."
Gu Bai happily drank three bowls of porridge, and ate two boiled eggs, and still felt not full, but at someone else's house, he was too embarrassed to speak again.
He touched his stomach, stood up, patted his buttocks and prepared to go up to the third floor to carry the easel down, and then went through the draft directly against the actual scene.
Si Yiming lifted his eyelids: "Stop."
Gu Bai took a step.
Mr. Si stood up, went to the refrigerator to get some bread and jam out, and then taught Gu Bai: "If you're not full, just tell me, it won't make you hungry."
Mrs. Snake can understand how much food the cubs eat during the growing period.
Back then, when spiritual energy was abundant and spiritual plants were everywhere, everyone's growth period was basically not long, but most of the mythical beasts were fed by Mrs. Spirit Snake.
So she also made some bread, and traditional steamed buns and things like steamed buns, and homemade jam.
The raw materials are naturally the spiritual plants that the group of rabbits in Penglai Mountain planted diligently.
Gu Bai was dragged back to the dining table, while Si Yiming had already entered the kitchen, picked out 20 of the 80 or so dumplings that Mrs. Ling Snake had wrapped and put aside, and threw them into the boiling pot.
Gu Bai looked at the bread in his hand and the jam on the table, and then at Si Yiming, who was cooking dumplings in the kitchen, he couldn't help but snickered a few times, his voice was small, and he hummed. 's tail.
Si Yiming turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw that Gu Bai was smearing jam on the bread with his head lowered.
What a foolish little brat, Mr. Si thought while stirring the dumplings in the pot.
With a little bit of kindness, you can smile as brightly as a flower.
Si Yiming thought about Gu Bai's smiling face, and his mood couldn't help becoming lighter.
Humans' herd mentality still makes sense. Seeing the little brat happy, he also felt happy and relaxed.
Recently, Mr. Si, who started to think about human psychology at Baihu's suggestion, thought seriously.
There is also sweet and spicy sauce made by Mrs. Snake in the refrigerator.
Mr. Si picked up the twenty or so dumplings, took out the sweet and spicy sauce, and put them in front of Gu Bai.
Si Yiming had never taken care of the cubs, and he had long forgotten how much he ate in the first place - in short, it was not small.
He looked at Gu Bai, who had already eaten five loaves of bread and half a jar of jam, and he was a little clueless: "Are these enough?"
Gu Bai glanced at the twenty white and fat dumplings, and felt his stomach again.
Then he shook his head embarrassedly.
Si Yiming got up again and continued to cook dumplings.
The technicality of steamed buns and steamed buns seems to be a bit strong. Mr. Si can't do it, he can only cook dumplings.
In the end, all eighty dumplings were placed on the dining table, and Gu Bai nodded his head saying that was enough.
Si Yiming didn't express any surprise to Gu Bai's appetite. He sat next to Gu Bai and stared at him eating, when Gu Bai ate the last plate of dumplings and narrowed his eyes contentedly.
He said, "Last night..."
Gu Bai shrank his neck in a guilty conscience, and glanced carefully at Si Yiming.
When he saw that Mr. Si was actually frowning, Gu Bai's heart skipped a beat.
It seems that Mr. Si is really angry.
Gu Bai lowered his head and whispered, "I just... I was very inspired last night, so... "
Si Yiming didn't speak.
Gu Bai thought carefully about the point that Mr. Si might be angry, and finally tentatively said: "I won't stay up late in the future."
After he finished speaking, he added in a low voice, "As much as possible."
Si Yiming was a little funny.
When Fang first met, he frowned, Gu Bai was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to speak, now he not only dared to speak, but also dared to negotiate with him.
Facts have proved that, whether it is a human being or a spiritual being, the words arrogant and arrogant are indeed universal.
Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai, and saw that Gu Bai became more and more guilty, and quickly thought about where he had made a mistake.
But aside from the fact that he didn't go to sleep yesterday and went up to the third floor to paint quietly, Gu Bai felt that he didn't make a mistake.
Gu Bai looked up at Si Yiming, was forced back by Si Yiming's gaze, and looked up at him again.
Mr. Si is concerned about him.
Gu Bai knew.
Just because he knew this, Gu Bai felt very guilty.
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai who didn't dare to look at him. After a long time, he said slowly, "President Aoye is not tall."
Gu Bai was stunned, looked up at Si Yiming, and saw the obvious smile on Si Yiming's face at a glance.
Gu Bai was stunned for two seconds, widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at Si Yiming.
Mr. Si is actually scary!
Bad taste!
Gu Bai puffed up his face, and then held back his bulge halfway through.
It was indeed he who worried Mr. Si, and Gu Bai admitted his mistake.
And Mr. Si is so beautiful when he smiles like that.
Gu Bai thought so, and ran to the third floor to carry the easel and his toolbox, then ran to the courtyard and found the rockery.
The stone tablet is on the side of the rockery, facing the wall. Unless you go around it, you can't see the flat stone tablet at all.
Gu Bai stood against the wall, raised the easel, and began to adjust his draft compared to the actual scene.
Gu Bai's draft has been formed. It is a simple line draft, which also includes a rough background. At the moment, he is making adjustments for the field, and refining it, adding contrast between light and shadow.
Gu Bai stood outside, and the adjustment took a whole day to make.
This is a painting that will be more inclined towards magic and the use of color.
At the top of the screen, there were a few twig-like lightning bolts that ripped apart the sky in a thick layer of lead ashes.
Right above Xuanwu, a group of gray-black thunderclouds rolled violently. The huge rolling thunder showed bright light behind the clouds, penetrated the thick clouds, and was filled with turbid oppressive aura.
Underneath, the water ripples are boiling and turbulent, the mysterious turtle bursts out of the water, the tortoise shell is mottled, the water flows like a waterfall, the snake gently wraps around the mysterious turtle, the tail is raised with sharp lines, facing the rolling thunder above the head as a warning, but the head Slightly drooping, staring at the mysterious turtle, spitting out a snake letter, with an indescribable tenderness like water.
Xuan Turtle is holding his head high and roaring, riding the boundless waters under his feet, setting off a surging wall of water, and firmly protecting the spirit snake that wraps around his body. The scales on the snake's body are delicate, and there is no damage in the slightest.
Gu Bai repeatedly adjusted and revised the angles and details, and finally felt that it was right, and left the last stroke.
The color has not been rushed, but the light and shade are enough to present a perfect picture.
The thick wall of water separates the sky and the earth, the rolling thunder will fall, and the divine beast that bears the sky under it is not afraid.
- There is even a leisurely hair for dog food.
Gu Bai looked at this painting and felt extremely satisfied.
He quickly removed the drawing board and ran to Mr. Si while holding the board.
"Mr. Si, Mr. Si!" Gu Bai rushed into the living room, his whole person seemed extremely lively.
He raised the drawing board in front of him: "How about this!"
When Si Yiming heard the words, he took a serious look at it, and his eyes fell on the mottled tortoise shell and the delicate and flawless scales of the spirit snake, which were emphasized by Gu Bai with light and shadow.
The two are intertwined with each other, and the contrast becomes more and more obvious.
Si Yiming was slightly startled, and felt that the ability of the literary and art school who could draw was different from the martial arts school who loved fighting.
Before, he really hadn't found such details between the mysterious turtle and the snake.
"Very good." Si Yiming praised sincerely.
He has a certain ability to appreciate, but he is indeed ashamed of the details.
Gu Bai was so bluntly praised, he jumped twice with joy, and the big smile on his face was like a small sun rising: "Then I'll show the lady!"
Si Yiming nodded, and watched Gu Bai go up to the third floor with the drawing board, and never came down after that.
After getting the approval of Mrs. Ling Snake, Gu Bai simply stayed in the studio on the third floor, and started to open a new one from the draft and color it.
Mr. Si had nothing to do, and found that Mrs. Ling Snake and Gu Bai didn't come down, so he tortured Mrs. Ling Snake's steamer and those pastries downstairs.
When the lady who was going to make dinner came downstairs and saw the steamer in the kitchen that was tossed and covered with dough, she opened her mouth and spat out a string of ellipses.
The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Cooking is fun.
Mrs. Snake: You are no longer my baby.