Chapter 305 Drawing

   Mu Jin was so angry that he held back his stomach.

   She is not a professional painter, nor does she want to be a professional painter, she is just to pass the time, to pass the time, isn't this master a bit too competitive?

   A pair of men and women who are like you and me can draw real fire together, and there is no one else.

   "Don't paint, don't paint!" Mu Jin angrily flicked the brush in his hand and threw it on the drawing paper. The orchid on the drawing paper was immediately smudged with a large mass of black ink, and it was instantly invalid.

It was too late when the fourth master wanted to stop him, he couldn't help frowning and reproaching him, "You are so outrageous! Why are you so impatient? Look, it's just the last few strokes, and now again Gotta come back."

   Heavy, all over again?

   Mu Jin's eyes widened, who said she was going to come back?

   Mu Jin glared at the Fourth Master annoyed, with an angry expression on his pretty face: "Slave, stop painting! Master Master will come back on his own!"

"No," the fourth master denied her flatly without thinking: "Jin'er, you have to be patient. It's just painting, calm down and concentrate on stroke by stroke. After a long period of practice, you will naturally gain something. Wait for you. Once the skill is completed, you can appreciate the fun and charm of it, and you will know that all the hard work and perseverance are worth it, come and continue.”

   Fourth Master put the brush in her hand.

   How much did she "get" from his gaze - encouragement?

  Mu Jin: ""

   I don't want to enjoy this fun and charm, okay?

  Why do you have to get along with me? People are tough!

   Mu Jin, Mu Jin confessed.

   She dared to flick the pen once, but she dared not flick it again.

   She didn't know how many people dared to throw a pen in front of the fourth master and lose his temper without angering him.

As she gritted her teeth and started again, she swore in her heart that tonight—no, tomorrow, as soon as he left, she would ask someone to put away this inkstone, and she would never mention it even if she was free to count ants in the future. What painting relieves boredom.

   Mu Jin suddenly raised his head to look at the fourth master, full of hope, to please him with a coquettish smile: "Master, you hold the slave's hand to teach the slave, okay? The slave is not very good at it."

  The fourth master glanced at her and said coolly, "How can you learn how to learn by yourself when you hold your hand? Come by yourself, you will guide you, don't be lazy, be careful. If you don't care, you will never be able to draw well!"

  Mu Jin: ""Do you want to be so serious?

  Fourth Master: How many people want to ask Master to give him advice, but he doesn't care about it, doesn't care about it at all, and doesn't care if he is not flattered, why don't you cherish it?

   was ruthlessly rejected by the fourth master and could not escape, so Mu Jin had to accept his fate.

   I don’t know how many pictures I drew and how many times I was rejected by the fourth master. All in all, the time of this afternoon has passed by like this.

   When the Fourth Master finally reluctantly nodded and said "It's okay!" with a look of disgust, Mu Jin almost burst into tears.

   put the pen down, and threw himself into the arms of the fourth master pitifully and coquettishly: "Master, the slave's hands are too sore to lift! Master, please forgive the slave, the slave can't do it anymore!"

  The fourth master was distracted, looked at the charming woman in his arms, and subconsciously remembered that in the boudoir she was begging for mercy almost like this, and she was a little distracted, how could she have the heart to ask her to continue painting?

   patted her on the back lightly and said with a chuckle: "Okay, let's not draw, let's stop here for today. I'll practice tomorrow when I have time."

   "Yes, yes, my lord!" Mu Jin said with a smile without a clue.

   (end of this chapter)