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"For you." Xie Wanxing nodded to confirm Cheng Fei's question.

After hearing Xie Wanxing's answer, the surprise in Cheng Fei's eyes gradually turned into a faint smile. He gently took the rolled painting and unfolded the paper very carefully. He looked at the painting paper in the faint moonlight and the dim light coming from the dining room, and his eyes were instantly attracted.

On the paper was a charcoal drawing of himself.

In the painting, he is painting with his head lowered, a few strands of hair hanging gently on his forehead, his eyebrows and eyes are full of concentration, the hand holding the paintbrush is slender, and the curvature of each finger is precisely portrayed.

He stared at the charcoal drawing in front of him for a while before coming to his senses and asking in surprise, "Ah Xing, you're such a good painter? Who did you learn this from?"

"Oh, is it really that good? It's just like that. I just like doodling since I was a kid." Although Xie Wanxing said this lightly, his face clearly showed an expression of waiting for praise. "Does my cousin like it?"

"I like it, of course I like it." Cheng Fei nodded repeatedly, and said a little embarrassedly, "You can draw like this without a teacher. Ah Xing, you are really gifted. Today I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert."

"How could that be? My cousin's paintings are naturally good." Xie Wanxing said as he pulled Cheng Fei back to the room. After lighting the candles in the room, it immediately became bright.

As soon as he entered the room, Cheng Fei's eyes naturally fell on Xie Wanxing's desk and the bookshelf next to it.

The bookshelf stood firmly against the wall. It was made of thick wood and exuded a faint wood fragrance. The shelves were filled with various books, from poetry and lyrics to medical miscellanies. Some of the books had covers that had been folded many times, and it was obvious that they had been read repeatedly.

The desk was neatly arranged, with an inkstone placed steadily in a corner, and several brushes of different thicknesses placed next to it. The pen holders shone faintly under the light from the room. A book was spread out in the middle of the table, with dense but neat and clear handwriting. Cheng Fei moved closer and felt that the book looked like it had been newly copied.

But at this moment, Cheng Fei had no time to ponder these words. His surprise had overshadowed his previous admiration for Xie Wanxing's painting skills. She was actually reading a medical book.

"Axing, are you studying medicine?" Cheng Fei's voice was filled with obvious surprise.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Xie Wanxing walked neatly to the desk and sat down. Then he raised his chin slightly and smiled mysteriously at Cheng Fei, "And I'm really awesome."

Cheng Fei was amused by her appearance: "Oh? How amazing is it?"

"Don't believe it? Then sit down and I'll feel your pulse." Xie Wanxing pointed to another chair next to him and signaled Cheng Fei to sit over there.

Seeing how serious she was, Cheng Fei became even more curious. He stopped asking questions and slowly sat down as she said. His eyes were always on Xie Wanxing, with a hint of inquiry.

Seeing Cheng Fei sitting down, Xie Wanxing patted the table lightly and signaled Cheng Fei to put his hands on the table again. Seeing this, Cheng Fei also put his hands on the table obediently.

She stretched out her fingers seriously and gently placed them on Cheng Fei's wrist. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, acting like a miracle doctor. After pretending to feel his pulse for a long time, Xie Wanxing slowly opened her eyes and said calmly, "Cousin, did you stay up late last night?"

Cheng Fei looked at Xie Wanxing in shock and asked, "Axing, you really can figure this out?"

Xie Wanxing couldn't help but burst into laughter when she heard Cheng Fei's surprised tone. She laughed so hard that she fell backwards and covered her stomach with her hands unconsciously. After laughing for a long time, Xie Wanxing finally recovered. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands and said to Cheng Fei with a mischievous face, "Cousin, I don't have that ability. It's just that I got up at night last night and when I passed by your room, I saw that the light was on, so I guessed that you must have stayed up late."

He shook his head helplessly and started laughing too.

"I just read a book because I'm interested." Xie Wanxing folded his hands casually in front of him, tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his face, but a hint of pride in his eyes. He secretly felt that his trick of mixing truth and falsehood was really clever.

Before Cheng Fei was injured, she stayed in the space reading books except for the time when she went to change his dressing. Now that Cheng Fei can get out of bed and walk around, she can't always stay in the space reading books without showing up, so she specially picked out some medical books that she often read in the study and copied them, and arranged them into the common format. In this way, she can read them at any time at home, and it won't be too abrupt if other people see them.

Xie Wanxing had a plan for what she did today. She had indeed deliberately lured Cheng Fei to look at these medical books, thinking that if she looked through these medical books in front of him in the future, she would have a reasonable excuse and would not arouse Cheng Fei's suspicion.

She also deliberately made such a joke to make Cheng Fei think that she was just joking. In this way, she could often use study and practice as an excuse to show him the progress of his injury recovery, and Cheng Fei would not associate her with the fact that she had treated his injury before.

Although you may not be able to associate it with this because of your age, it is still better to make preparations just in case.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Come and take a look at what you drew." Xie Wanxing took out the picture album that Li had ordered, held the book in one hand, and with the other hand, she held the first page with her thumb and supported the album with the remaining fingers. The pages quickly slid across her hand, making a series of slight "rustling" sounds.

The magical thing is that as the pages of the book are turned quickly, the originally still little man on the paper seems to be given life in an instant, as if he is moving. The little man quickly waves his arms and kicks his legs, and neatly throws a complete set of punches. Every move seems so vivid and lively.

Xie Wanxing repeated the action of turning the page, then looked at Cheng Fei with sparkling eyes: "How is it, cousin!"

Cheng Fei couldn't help but take the album and flip through it himself. He looked up at Xie Wanxing with undisguised admiration in his eyes and couldn't help but praise him, "Xing, your idea is really unique. I didn't expect that paintings could be used in this way. No wonder you asked me to be more detailed when I was drawing."

"This is called a page-flip animation."

"Animation?" Cheng Fei nodded slightly, a look of sudden realization flashing in his eyes. "That name is quite fitting."

"Showing this to my second brother is like someone performing a set of boxing moves right in front of him. Wouldn't that make it easier for him to learn?"

"Indeed."

As Xie Wanxing prepared to draw a cover, he tilted his head and asked, "Cousin, does your boxing style have a name?"

Cheng Fei shook his head. "It doesn't have a name. This is the one Mr. Wu taught me martial arts. He taught us to practice it when we were young. It was for the purpose of strengthening our bodies. We practice this every morning when we wake up."

Xie Wanxing pursed his lips and thought for a while, then picked up his brush and drew two sleeping piglets. The two pigs looked quite like Xie Lin and Xie Heng.

After she finished painting, she looked at her masterpiece and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Cheng Fei came over when he saw her smile and asked, "Is this your painting of cousin Lin and cousin Heng?"

Xie Wanxing raised an eyebrow: "How could you tell that?"

He said sincerely, "It's you who draws well, cousin."