dizziness

Although Lin Zifeng said that this brat has a good foundation, Owen has always believed that seeing is believing.

To test whether a person's drawing foundation is good or not, the first thing to do is to see how his sketching skills are.

Taking Ruan Miaomiao into the studio, Owen chose a plaster of David's head, glanced around, and after a moment of deliberation, put the plaster in a position where the relationship between light and light is more complicated.

Since he is Lin Zifeng's son, if he can't even draw to this level, then it would be a waste of fame.

For some reason, Owen had a hint of schadenfreude.

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at Owen indifferently, adjusted the angle of the seat, spread out the painting tools, did not use the easel, and started to paint directly with the sketchbook she had carried.

Owen smiled sarcastically. Did the kid choose to sit at this angle to increase the difficulty on purpose?

Really interesting.

Seeing that Ruan Miaomiao was drawing without distraction, Owen also lit a cigarette, and looked out of the window in boredom, thinking that just sketching might not be a problem for this brat, and he began to think about how to repair the youth's vigor for a while.

If he could see the embarrassment on this kid's face, it would be considered a relief for his ass.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the boy making obvious movements, as if he had finished the painting. Owen regained his composure and looked at his watch. It took nearly two hours.

I walked over to examine it, and it was perfect as expected, and I couldn’t find any problems with the relationship between light and shade and wiring, but Owen was not surprised, because he reached this level when he was ten years old.

Owen smiled, and raised his watch to the boy: "It's too slow, I don't have that much time during the exam."

Ruan Miaomiao didn't speak, but nodded obediently. Owen also knew that he was a little bit dissatisfied. After all, it would not be so difficult to draw during the exam, and his students could not draw half of Ruan Miaomiao's level even if they painted for three days.

Although it was a bit despicable, Owen couldn't help but want to hit the kid.

The next step is to draw still life. Although it is a copy, you can also see a person's painting style from it. Owen deliberately added a glass and cunningly filled it with half a glass of water. He knows that many students are not very good at glassware. Well, this is a common difficulty.

Ruan Miaomiao still had a calm face, but started to adjust the paints.

Draw slowly, kid.

Owen felt happy for no reason. He sat back and knocked his legs on the table, and stretched comfortably. He knew that he would have to wait for a long time. For Owen, the way to relieve boredom was not only smoking, but also painting. .

He picked up a few pieces of printing paper at random, without thinking too much about it, while smoking a cigarette, he glanced at the studio, and began to draw casually.

The more you paint, the more boring you become. After Owen painted almost everything in the room, he bit his pen and his eyes fell on Ruan Miaomiao.

Tsk, that looks really nice.

Seeing Ruan Miaomiao's focused expression, Owen's heart moved. He didn't draw such a beautiful living thing here, but he actually drew tables and benches all over it.

Owen calmly began to outline the boy's facial features, a handsome face gradually appeared on the paper, and Owen was immersed in it unknowingly, as if controlled by some kind of magic, so that he couldn't stop at all, only feeling this The imp is not a person at all, but a perfect work of art.

When Ruan Miaomiao's lips were drawn, the image of the two kissing suddenly flashed in my mind, and my heart became confused.

This kid really suits him, as if it was customized according to his preferences.

It's just a pity that such a beautiful person is not his.

Thinking that Lin Zifeng was the boy's favorite type, Owen sighed secretly. Apart from his age, he could compete with Lin Zifeng. In terms of temperament and knowledge, he was really far from that elegant and gentle man.

Maybe the brat purposely approached him just because he was old.

"Teacher Ou."

Pulled back to his senses by the boy's voice, Owen casually crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

"The painting is finished?" Ruan Miaomiao nodded, Owen walked over to take a look, his eyes lit up, and he looked at him with interest, "Do you like Gauguin?"

It goes without saying that Ruan Miaomiao's painting is perfect, but the color tone used is exactly the same as that of Owen's favorite painter Gauguin.

"I just like the way he uses color, not the person he is."

Ruan Miaomiao replied sincerely, but Owen was more interested: "Why?"

"Because he's mean."

"You mean him to Van Gogh?"

Ruan Miaomiao looked at him and shook her head slightly: "No, I don't like Van Gogh either."

"And why?"

"Because he's crazy."

Owen burst out laughing when he heard that, Ruan Miaomiao looked at him suspiciously, Owen mocked, "Is it normal for someone to fall in love with his stepfather?"

"..."

The boy's face flushed instantly, he bit his lip and lowered his head, silent, even his hands and feet began to feel unnatural.

Seeing the boy's cute appearance whose secret has been exposed, Owen couldn't help but want to hug the kid.

Owen admitted that perhaps because of the painting, he seemed to have a slight liking for, or appreciation for, the child.

"Okay, let's stop here today, from now on you will come to school to find me every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday."

I didn't want Ruan Miaomiao to be too embarrassed, so after Owen finished speaking, he packed his things and walked towards the door.

"Teacher O..."

Owen turned his head, and the moment his eyes met, Ruan Miaomiao hurriedly shifted his gaze away and glanced at him anxiously.

"Um... about this, can you keep my dad from knowing?"

"It's a pity that your father already knew." Of course he knew what Ruan Miaomiao was referring to, but seeing the boy's sudden nervousness, Owen couldn't help but want to tease him, "The whole world knows about the ambiguity between Gauguin and Van Gogh. , let alone your father."

Ruan Miaomiao realized that she would make a mistake, her face blushed a little unconsciously, rubbed her fingers stiffly, and muttered in a low voice: "I...that's not what I said...it's...um... If you don't want to see me, I can Go and explain to my dad..."

It's because you have a guilty conscience and don't want to see me, Owen smiled disdainfully.

"How are you going to explain that you had a one-night stand with a guy around his age and didn't realize it was me?"

"..." Ruan Miaomiao frowned, her lips were almost bleeding.

"Don't worry, I won't say it, I'm not that boring," Owen shrugged, and then raised a smirk, "But if you don't believe me, just let me fuck you once, and everyone will be evened , It won’t do me any good to say that.”

Owen knows that this is taking advantage of others' dangers, but in the face of beauty, he really can't sit still.

"……Oh."

Owen was taken aback by the young man's low voice, what does oh mean?This kid agrees?In fact, Owen couldn't help but say it casually without reporting any hope. Is this kid really so easy to deceive?

"you……"

Owen was a little uncertain, but he didn't know how to speak, but the boy just nodded to him seriously.

"My mother said that friends should trust each other, so... I believe you."

The boy's innocent tone made Owen almost choke. When this kid is not painting, he is a different person.

"Thank you for your trust, but I'm not your friend."

After waving his hand, not wanting to pay attention to the teenager's uneasiness, Owen opened the door and left on his own.

Friends, hum, it's really naive, that's clearly something for sale.

Owen felt a little regretful that he could see but could not eat. In fact, he could have threatened the brat and revealed his secret, but for some reason, the words turned into a discussion tone.

Maybe it was because he had lingering fears, afraid that he would be called dad again when he slept with that kid again.

Owen shook his head, and suddenly felt that such an idea was ridiculous, even like an idiot.

People in their teens seem to have to be in love with each other.