"Drawing beautiful women?" Yang Lu looked at Bai Mo with wide eyes.
It was already the morning of the next day, Bai Mo was driving, and Yang Lu was sitting in the passenger seat.
"That's right!" Bai Mo glanced at Yang Lu, feeling a little timid in his heart, "Brother-in-law said this is a part of the treatment plan. Just like taking medicine, you need to strictly abide by the doctor's instructions."
"Can painting beautiful women be a doctor's order?" Yang Lu was so angry that she smiled. She knew that Teacher Teng was treating Bai Mo, but what the hell was painting beautiful women?
Yang Lu is going to study abroad soon, and the next time she will come back will definitely be at the end of the year. Bai Mo has to paint a picture of a beautiful woman after every painting due to handling a case. When she comes back, she will probably see a whole gallery of beauties.
The key point is, how can there be so many beauties around Bai Mo that make Yang Lu feel relieved?
Don’t worry if Lu Wan is Bai Mo’s sister, don’t worry if Chen Xiaoxiao is Yang Lu’s best friend, Wang Ya can barely make up the numbers, who else is there?
Is it possible that Bai Mo wants to observe beauties on the street? Thinking of Bai Mo's face that made his roommates salivate, Yang Lu felt that the problem was serious.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Lu stared at Bai Mo, "Have you already agreed?"
Bai Mo nodded aggrievedly, "He said that I can't draw beauties well. This is simply insulting my professionalism. Do you think I can bear it?"
"What do you think!" Regardless of Bai Mo driving, Yang Lu slapped Bai Mo on the arm.
Seeing Bai Mo make a face, Yang Lu suddenly froze.
Today's Bai Mo seems to be different from before. He has completely lost the aloof attitude of a great painter, and looks more like a peer, with a bit of naughtiness.
Is Teacher Teng’s treatment effective?
Yang Lu suddenly became entangled. Bai Mo in this state made Yang Lu more comfortable. She even unknowingly exposed her true nature and lost the ladylike appearance she used to have when she was with Bai Mo.
But the price is to let Bai Mo draw beautiful women...
The two quarreled from time to time along the way. Yang Lu liked Bai Mo more who had no airs, and was vaguely able to accept Bai Mo's treatment plan of painting beauties.
After accompanying Yang Lu to apply for a visa, the two went to see a romantic movie, and then spent a lot of money in a shopping mall.
Yang Lu said that going to the tea country should not be embarrassing, so he bought three new sets of clothes.
Poor Bai Mo, a great painter, became Yang Lu's dressing instructor. It took him most of a day to make just three sets of clothes.
It was already after seven o'clock in the evening when the two of them arrived at Bai Mo's home, and it was still dark in Meihai City in summer.
Back home, Bai Mo took out the steak he bought from the supermarket and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for Yang Lu.
The visa was successfully passed, and Yang Lu would fly to the tea country next Monday. Yang Lu refused to eat out and strongly demanded to eat Teacher Bai's carefully prepared steak again.
The two of them did not choose a specific time. Bai Mo was a criminal police officer and might appear at the scene of the crime in the next moment. Yang Lu had to go back to school to complete the procedures. No one knew whether they would have time in the next few days.
In order to allow Yang Lu to eat the most authentic steak, Bai Mo purchased a complete set of cooking tools. He cooked it carefully, even more seriously than he did when painting.
When the steak was finished, Bai Mo brought the iron plate to the restaurant with tongs.
Walking out of the kitchen, Bai Mo was startled at first. There was a bottle of red wine on the table, and two goblets filled with rose-red liquid.
Yang Lu was not in the restaurant or the living room. Bai Mo placed two steaks on the dining table and was about to call for someone when a beautiful figure appeared in Bai Mo's field of vision.
Yang Lu put on the white dress Bai Mo bought for her today. Bai Mo commented that she was dignified and virtuous but full of youthful atmosphere.
Unexpectedly, leaving the brightly lit and luxuriously decorated clothing store and entering the room of an ordinary family, Bai Mo felt like a fairy entering the mortal world.
"Teacher Bai?" Yang Lu called out to the demented Bai Mo. She was particularly happy for Bai Mo's surprise.
Bai Mo smiled awkwardly, pulled out a chair for Yang Lu like a gentleman, asked her to sit down, and then sat opposite her.
Yang Lu raised the goblet and said, "Thank you, Teacher Bai, for the steak."
Bai Mo also raised his goblet, "Thank you, classmate Yang Lu, for secretly ordering the red wine."
The two of them didn't buy red wine in the supermarket. Yang Lu obviously calculated the time and ordered takeout on the way back.
Yang Lu was extremely happy with this dinner, especially when she was about to pour a second glass of red wine, Bai Mo refused directly, thinking that he was not good at drinking, and was afraid of delaying the business later.
Hearing what was going on, Yang Lu blushed instantly. Unexpectedly, the two of them had the same idea.
After these words, Yang Lu became anxious and finished the rest of the steak absentmindedly. Then Bai Mo asked Yang Lu to clear the table and walked out of the restaurant.
You cook and I wash the dishes. Is this the so-called daily life of a couple?
With a pleasant smile on her face, Yang Lu cleared the dining table. Before walking out of the kitchen, she took a deep breath, her eyes full of expectation but also a little nervous.
After passing through the dining room and arriving at the living room, Yang Lu stopped and looked at Bai Mo in the distance.
Bai Mo moved the coffee table away, and there was only a single sofa in the open space. Opposite the single sofa were a drawing board, a chair, and various paints and brushes.
Yang Lu was very familiar with this scene, a standard painting layout.
Bai Mo came to Yang Lu, pushed her back to the sofa, let her sit on the sofa, and helped her adjust to a comfortable position.
"I want to give you my first and most serious portrait of a beautiful woman!" After saying this, Bai Mo came to the drawing board, adjusting the brush and selecting paint while looking at Yang Lu.
Although there was a trace of embarrassment in his heart, Yang Lu felt happier than he had ever felt before.
Compared with Bai Mo's sunrise sketches at the art exhibition, those paintings in the basement gallery are Bai Mo's highest level, what he calls the most serious paintings.
For those who make painting their profession, Bai Mo has given him the greatest gift.
This was the first time Yang Lu saw Bai Mo actually painting. Bai Mo always had a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of appreciation for beautiful things.
A simple painting of characters and scenes would have taken about two hours if Yang Lu was allowed to paint it, but Bai Mo insisted on using it for a full four hours.
It was close to midnight, Bai Mo put down his painting brush, took a long breath, and gave Yang Lu an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I wasted a lot of time because I wanted to paint the most perfect painting."
Perfection is Bai Mo’s highest evaluation word. What kind of painting would he call the most perfect?
With doubts and curiosity, Yang Lu came to the drawing board. When she saw herself on the drawing board, she couldn't help but look in amazement.
The scene in the painting is a living room and a sofa, and the character is Yang Lu. This is the most ordinary material, but it seems to be alive in Bai Mo's brushwork.
Yang Lu in the painting is spirited, especially her eyes. Yang Lu seems to be looking in a mirror. She sees her expectations for the future and her endless expectations for Bai Mo.
Bai Mo hugged Yang Lu from behind and whispered in her ear: "The most perfect painting is for the most perfect you."
