"David" is Michelangelo's masterpiece, the man on it is naked, holding a towel, I don't know whether to wipe sweat or keep out the cold. Of course, Wang Baoyu didn't follow, and pointed to another painting and said, "Don't dream, unless you pose for it." ”

Wang Baoyu refers to a painting "Bathing Girl", the same woman who does not wear clothes, I really don't know if women don't like to wear clothes during the Italian Renaissance.

"Am I that fat? No way. Dai Meng said.

"Ignore you, I'll go to rest, these legs and arms are still sore!" Wang Baoyu hammered his arm and went back to the house.

Wang Baoyu first carefully hid the two small meteorites, and then lay on the bed, fell asleep in a daze, and woke up at nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Baoyu felt hungry, so he came to Li Keren's house, Dai Meng had not left, and was trying to achieve the effect of oil painting on Chinese painting rice paper with Li Keren.

Both of them frowned, bitter faces, it seems that the experiment was not very successful, you know, rice paper is permeable, as soon as the pigment goes up, it seeps a large piece, and the canvas of oil painting, on the contrary, has no penetration. Therefore, the effect of Chinese painting as thin as cicada wings is easy to make, but it is very difficult to enhance the three-dimensional sense of oil painting.

"Sister, haven't you cooked yet?" Wang Baoyu waited for a long time, but the two of them didn't raise their heads, Wang Baoyu was really hungry, and couldn't help touching his stomach.

"Bear with me, I've been busy with Xiaomeng for a long time." Li Keren said impatiently.

"Is there a result?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"How easy is it?" Li Keren frowned.

"Then study it another day, I'm dying of hunger." Wang Baoyu's stomach really gurgled a few times.

"Thinking about eating all day long, it's a little pig!" Dai Meng said with a smile.

"Kid, there's cooked food in the fridge, if you're hungry, take two bites. Oh, and instant noodles! After Li Keren finished speaking, he bowed his head and studied with Dai Meng.

"Can you eat anything in the refrigerator if it's cold?" Wang Baoyu said with a smiling face.

"My grandfather said that eating less or not at night is good for longevity." Dai Meng said with a wicked smile and a wink.

"Your grandfather is an old goblin!" Wang Baoyu muttered in a low voice, so he had to go back to the house helplessly, and when he arrived at the door, he suddenly saw a piece of white paper shell, picked it up and handed it over and said, "Put the paint on top of it and try it." ”

"Try what?"

"Of course it's what you're experimenting with!"

"If you don't use rice paper, can you still call it Chinese painting?" Li Ke is humane.

"Art is about bold innovation, and since it is innovation, it is not only in painting skills, but also in materials. The rice paper is so thin, it definitely won't work. Wang Baoyu said.

"***, you can try." Dai Meng thought about it and nodded and said.

Li Keren sprinkled the paint on the white paper shell in confusion, and the effect miraculously appeared, which made her suddenly happy, and Dai Meng was also happy, but she was careless, and her steps were unsteady and her hands were lying on the paint.

Dai Meng raised his hand awkwardly and smiled, Wang Baoyu deliberately shouted, "Dai Meng, make your face!" ”

Dai Meng didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly wiped it, but it turned out to be a big face, and when he saw Wang Baoyu stealing fun, he knew that he was fooled, and he chased Wang Baoyu and wanted to wipe it on his face.

"Haha, you can go and sing Peking Opera." Wang Baoyu laughed while running away, thinking that it was quite funny for this stinky girl to be stupid.

After dinner, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the three of them were eating while discussing with ideals, and finally, a new word was born, Li Keren's combination of Chinese and Western painting methods, which was named "Dream School" by these three stinkers.

Dai Meng definitely couldn't stay overnight, so Wang Baoyu sent her home, and on the way, Dai Meng sighed: "Wang Baoyu, I found that I really like art." ”

"Don't you still like sports?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"Sports can only be used to strengthen the body, but art can make people's minds open to the sky." Dai Meng said.

"Eating fasting and reciting Buddha is the only way to make people's minds calm." Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"If I have the realm of Master Hongyi, I will also achieve positive results." Dai Meng said matter-of-factly.

"Hehe, I'm glad you gave yourself to me. Otherwise, if you leave home, it will be a big regret in life! Wang Baoyu smiled evilly.

"Wang Baoyu, why do you always speak so vulgarly?" Dai Meng gritted his teeth and twisted Wang Baoyu's arm, his hand was so ruthless, his palms turned in a circle, and Wang Baoyu screamed in pain.

"Don't make a fuss, drive! If one day you lose your job, it's not bad to concentrate on art, maybe a thunderbolt in the sky will make an artist pop out of the rock. Wang Baoyu scoffed.

"You're the monkey!" Dai Meng heard Wang Baoyu scolding her, and said back in annoyance.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt sounded in the night sky, and an electric arc rushed straight from the sky to the ground, knocking out a big crater on the ground in front of him, and shaking Wang Baoyu's car to jump, because the lightning affected the transformer, the street lights went out in an instant, and the surroundings immediately became pitch black.

Wang Baoyu stepped on the accelerator, stopped the car, and looked at Dai Meng in shock, this is too evil, although it is a cloudy day, why did it suddenly thunder!

Moreover, if this thunder is a little more off, it will hit Wang Baoyu's car, in that case, Wang Baoyu and Dai Meng will definitely lose their lives and become roast chickens.

"Brother Monkey, are you okay?" Wang Baoyu asked with a cold face.

Dai Meng nodded stupidly, and it took a long time before he beat Wang Baoyu and said, "Look at your stinky mouth, it's really a thunderbolt!" Nearly killed me. ”

Wang Baoyu wiped the sweat on his head, but his heart was unstable, from the warlock's point of view, the vision from the sky was by no means a good omen, and it was related to himself, and he suddenly felt a heavy heart.

There was another burst of thunder rolling in the sky, Wang Baoyu stabilized his nerves, started the car and went back, bypassed another road, and sent Dai Meng home.

It was almost midnight when he went home, Wang Baoyu wanted to calculate a hexagram, but he couldn't find the three copper coins, so he simply went to bed, but he secretly made up his mind in his heart, since God gave a warning, he should be careful in everything in the future and protect himself as much as possible.

A week passed, nothing major happened, Wang Baoyu gradually relaxed, ten days passed, everything was normal, Wang Baoyu gradually forgot about it. He remembered the old man Dai Liang, it was definitely not the case to stay in the villa all the time, after all, Shen Wencheng had to rely on this to make money.

Wang Baoyu was about to discuss with Dai Meng to let her grandfather come back, but Dai Meng came in with tears in her eyes, and her small appearance was quite distressing. Wang Baoyu hurriedly asked, "Dai Meng, who bullied you?" ”

"Grandpa, he's gone." Dai Meng sobbed.

"What do you mean?" Wang Baoyu asked in astonishment.

"The letter I received this morning, my grandfather said that he was going to travel all over the world, left a note, and left directly from Shenshi Village." Dai Meng said.

This old man is really a personality and a maverick, Wang Baoyu praised it in his heart, and asked a practical question: "Dai Meng, does your grandfather have money in his pocket?" ”