Found a loyal dog

Chapter 3

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Early the next morning, someone knocked on the door of Murong's house from outside.

"So it's Aunt Wang, come in quickly." Murong greeted the person standing outside the door, then turned sideways.

Aunt Wang waved her hand: "No, men and women should not be in the same room."

Aunt Wang let out the person who was hiding behind her, and it was only then that Murong noticed that there was a young man standing behind Aunt Wang.The boy was about 15 years old, wearing a light blue sarong, he said hello to Murong timidly.

Murong recognized him as Aunt Wang's son Wang Zhi.

Aunt Wang and Murong explained their intention after a few simple words: "Xiaozhi likes the daughter of a rice seller in the town next door. I came today to ask you to help draw a portrait of Xiaozhi so that the matchmaker can take it to matchmaking. Everyone Knowing that you draw well, I can rest assured that I will leave it to you."

Murong is an art student, focusing on folk dance. Painting has never been a hobby. He goes to interest classes every weekend.

She sold paintings for a living after crossing, so the neighbors living nearby knew that there was a painter in their village.

Murong responded immediately, took out the small bench and painting tools, and just sat outside the door and began to draw.

Wang Zhi was standing one meter away from her. His mother had gone back beforehand. It was his first time painting a portrait here alone, so his face was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

Murong smiled at Wang Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, what does the one you like look like?"

When he thought of his sweetheart, Wang Zhi, his face immediately turned red: "She, she is very good. My mother thinks she is ordinary, but I think she is beautiful. And she respects her elders very much, and her heart is also very kind. Once..." He said As he spoke, his stiff body relaxed unconsciously, his heart seemed to have been smeared with honey, and he couldn't stop smiling.

That's it, now.

Murong kept Wang Zhi's appearance in mind at this time, spread out the drawing paper, and picked up the brush to paint.From the cheeks to the ends of the hair and finally to the facial features, the black ink seems to be alive and condensed into smooth lines, which are connected in an orderly manner, forming a picture scroll of beautiful women showing their beauty.

"This is me?" Wang Zhi took the painting in disbelief, his eyes full of amazement.

Murong smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied, I couldn't be more satisfied." Wang Zhi thanked Murong excitedly, and gave Murong a basket of eggs.

Murong couldn't shirk it, so he had no choice but to accept it.

Turning around, he found that Mu Xiong was standing by the door, with one hand still in the posture of opening the door.

When Mu Xiong saw her looking over, his eyes flickered, and he quickly lowered his eyelids to hide the emotion in his eyes.

Murong walked over and pushed open the door: "When were you here? The footsteps are so light that I didn't even hear them."

Mu Xiong had already collected his mood, let go of his hand on the door, and returned to his usual expressionless face: "It's because you are too involved that you don't know I'm coming."

"Really." Murong just asked casually, not taking this kind of thing to heart at all.She put the eggs in the kitchen, and went back to the bedroom to wake Mu Shao up, but when she opened the door, Mu Xiong was still stuck there like an iron rod, where she was before she left and is still in the same position now.

Murong: "...what are you doing?"

Mu Xiong pursed his lips.Murong's earnest and focused appearance when painting is still in her mind until now. It is said that women at work are the most charming. This is true. Although Murong gave her a bad impression, it is undeniable that , Murong who devoted himself to painting is very attractive.

Mu Xiong really wanted to say that you paint very well, and that your earnest side face is very attractive when you paint, but these words have been going around in your stomach and you can't get them out.Mu Xiong looked at Murong several times with a distorted expression.

What do you mean?What do you want to express?Murong's little heart twitched under Mu Xiong's stare, she seemed to have guessed something, so she paused: "... I've made breakfast, you can go eat it now. Don't break the dishes when you wash the dishes today. Broken."

Then Murong saw that Mu Xiong, who was relatively docile one second, showed a familiar angry expression the next second, glared at her for a while, then flung his sleeves and left angrily.

wtf?what happenedMurong's head was full of question marks, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, so he had to attribute Mu Xiong's abnormality to his aunt.

After a silent breakfast, Murong asked Mu Xiong: "What are your plans today?"

Mu Xiong didn't speak, he packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, without looking at Murong the whole time.

How awkward, Murong shook his head in his heart.

"Mom, it's time for class." Mu Shao hugged a small bench with one hand, and eagerly tugged down Murong's trouser leg with the other hand.

"Come here." Murong took the small bench in Mu Shao's hand, took Mu Shao's hand and walked out.

Outside the door, several little boys and girls gathered together. They all held paper, carbon strips, wooden boards and small benches in their hands. Everyone spontaneously aligned and sat in four rows in the open space.

As soon as Mu Shao saw them, he broke away from Murong's hand and happily joined their team with a small bench in his arms.

Murong cleared his throat: "Today follows on from last time, and I will tell you the second half of the story of Hou Yi shooting the sun."

As soon as the words were finished, the children all quieted down, sitting on the small bench and stretching their necks, their longing expressions were very cute, and Murong laughed.

After the story was told, Murong set up the wooden frame and wrote the word "sex" on the white paper with a strip of carbon. Just as he was about to speak, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Mu Xiong looked at her with a livid face: "They are so young, what are you going to say!"

Murong blinked and said innocently: "Of course I taught them this character."

Mu Xiong frowned tightly.

She didn't believe that Murong, an adult, would not understand the meaning of this word. The oldest of the children who came to study was only ten years old, right?It is too early to expose a group of innocent children to these!What's more, there are boys in it!

Mu Xiong became a little anxious, and unconsciously increased his grip on Murong's wrist: "You shouldn't let them know this word, it's too late to stop now!"

Murong was very calm: "What's wrong with this word?"

Mu Xiong choked, unable to speak, the tips of his ears turned red.

The children's patience is short, they quickly noticed the abnormality here, and started to make noise.

Murong patted the board, and the children fell silent immediately.Murong glanced at Mu Xiong who was anxious and angry, but did not withdraw his hand, and continued teaching in this posture: "The word 'nature' is composed of the word 'sheng' and it can be combined with the word 'ge'. The word 'forms' a word, and 'personality' refers to the psychological characteristics of a person's attitude towards people and things and the way of behavior. For example, Qi Wei, who likes to chat with people everywhere, has a lively personality. "

"No, teacher." The little girl who was named raised her hand high.

Murong: "Say."

Nine-year-old Qi Wei stood up with a very proud expression on her face: "My mother told me that I have a wild personality, stealing an egg today and digging out a bird's nest the next day, it doesn't worry me where I go. "

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the children.

After explaining for a while and dismantling the strokes for the children to copy on paper a few times, Murong announced that the get out of class was over.The children said goodbye to Murong one by one, and went home happily holding the small bench.

Only then did Murong turn his head to look at Mu Xiong who was standing silently at the side, and raised an eyebrow at Mu Xiong: "You can say now, what's wrong with the word 'sex'?"

When she said this, she subconsciously rubbed the painful wrist held by Mu Xiong. When she said the word "character", Mu Xiong let go of her hand, but because Mu Xiong was impatient at first, it was inevitable It was heavier, and five red finger marks were dazzlingly printed on Murong's white wrist.

With difficulty, Mu Xiong withdrew his gaze from Murong's wrist, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice after a long while: "I misunderstood you."

After she finished speaking, she quickly added a sentence, but Murong didn't catch it: "What did you say?"

Mu Xiong said it again quickly, but Murong still didn't hear clearly.

Mu Xiong grabbed the carbon strip and paper in Murong's hand, wrote three words on the paper, and handed it to Murong.

Murong was surprised at first, then smiled.She took the paper back, folded it and put it in her pocket: "I have received your apology."

"Wait." Mu Xiong shouted.

Murong turned around: "What?"

Mu Xiong: "It's not broken this time."

Murong was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what she was referring to, he suppressed a smile and praised: "Well, you did a good job."