"David" is Michelangelo's masterpiece. The man on it is naked, holding a towel, not knowing whether to wipe sweat or keep warm, but Wang Baoyu certainly refused to rely on it, pointing to another painting and said, "Don't dream, unless you are posing."

Wang Baoyu refers to a picture of "Bathing Girl", which is also a woman who does not wear clothes. I really don't know if women didn't like to wear clothes during the Italian Renaissance back then.

"Am I that fat? No," Dai Meng said,

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

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

Both of them frowned and had bitter faces. It seemed that the experiment was not very successful. You should know that rice paper is permeable, and as soon as the paint was put on, a large area of ​​it was seeped. The canvas of oil paintings were exactly the opposite and were never permeable. Therefore, Chinese paintings are as thin as cicadas' wings, but it is very difficult to enhance the three-dimensionality of oil paintings.

"Sister, you haven't cooked yet." Wang Baoyu waited for a long time, but both of them didn't raise their heads. Wang Baoyu was so hungry that he couldn't help but touch his stomach and said,

"Hold on, Xiao Meng and I have been busy for a long time." Li Keren said impatiently,

"Is there any result?" Wang Baoyu asked urged,

"It's not that easy." Li Keren frowned,

"Then study it another day, I'm almost starving to death." Wang Baoyu's stomach really rumbled a few times.

"I think about eating all day long, it's a little pig." Dai Meng smiled,

"Child, there is cooked food in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, just take a few bites first. By the way, there is instant noodles." After Li Keren said that, he lowered his head and studied with Dai Meng.

"Can the things in the refrigerator be free of freezes?" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"My grandfather said eating less or not at night will help prolong life." Dai Meng said with a wicked smile, blinking,

"Your grandpa is an old fairy." Wang Baoyu muttered in a low voice, and had to go back to the house helplessly. As soon as he arrived at the door, he suddenly saw a piece of white paper. He picked it up and handed it over and said, "Try putting the paint on it."

“What to try.”

"Of course it's what you did the experiment."

"Can you still call it Chinese painting without rice paper?" Li Keren said,

"Art is to be bold and innovative. Since it is innovation, it is not only about painting skills, but also materials. Rice paper is as thin as it is, it will definitely not work." Wang Baoyu said,

"Teacher Li, you can try it." Dai Meng thought about it and nodded,

Li Keren sprinkled the paint on the white paper shell in confusion, and the effect miraculously appeared, which made her very happy. Dai Meng was also excited, but accidentally, her feet were unstable and her hands were lying on the paint.

Dai Meng raised her hand awkwardly and laughed. Wang Baoyu deliberately shouted, "Dai Meng, it's on her face."

Dai Meng was confused and hurriedly wiped it, but it turned out to be a big face. Seeing Wang Baoyu having fun, she knew she was fooled and was about to wipe it on his face when she chased Wang Baoyu.

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

After dinner, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The three of them had dinner while discussing with ideals. Finally, a new word was born. Li Keren's painting method of combining Chinese and Western was named "Dream Style" by these three cobblers.

Dai Meng definitely couldn't stay overnight, so Wang Baoyu sent her home. 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 one's body, but art can make people's thoughts broaden the sky." Dai Meng said,

"Eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name makes people feel at ease." Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"If I have the realm of Master Hongyi, I will also achieve the right result." Dai Meng said seriously,

"Hehe, fortunately you dedicated yourself to me, otherwise it would be a great regret in life if you become a monk." Wang Baoyu said with a wicked smile.

"Wang Baoyu, why do you always speak so vulgarly?" Dai Meng gritted her teeth and twisted Wang Baoyu's arm. She was so cruel that she turned her palms around. Wang Baoyu screamed in pain.

"Don't make a fuss, driving. If one day you lose your job and concentrate on art, it's good to say that an artist will pop up from the stubborn stones in the sky." Wang Baoyu mocked,

"You are Sun Wuzi." Dai Meng heard Wang Baoyu scolding her, and said in amazement.

Suddenly, a thunder exploded in the night sky, and an arc rushed straight from the sky to the ground, knocking out a big pit in the ground in front of him, shaking Wang Baoyu's car up. Because the lightning affected the transformer, the street lights instantly went out, and the surroundings immediately became pitch black.

Wang Baoyu stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car. He looked at Dai Meng in shock. This was too evil. Although it was cloudy, why did it suddenly thunder?

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

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

Dai Meng nodded silly, and after a long time, he beat Wang Baoyu and said, "Look at your stinky mouth, you're really thunderous, and I almost killed me."

Wang Baoyu wiped the sweat on his forehead, but his heart was uneasy. From the perspective of a sorcerer, the strange phenomenon from the sky was definitely not a good omen, and it was related to him. He suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

There was another thunder rolling in the sky. Wang Baoyu calmed down, started the car and retreated, walked around the other road, and sent Dai Meng home.

It was almost midnight when Wang Baoyu wanted to make a fortune, but couldn't find the three copper coins, so he went to bed. However, he made up his mind that since God gave a warning, 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 this. He remembered the old man Dai Liang. It was definitely not the case that he always stayed in the villa. After all, Shen Wencheng had to make money by relying on this.

Wang Baoyu was about to ask Dai Meng to discuss letting her grandfather come back, but Dai Meng came in with tears in her eyes. Her little look was quite heartbreaking. Wang Baoyu hurriedly asked, "Dai Meng, who bullied you?"

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

"What does it mean?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise.

"I received a letter this morning. Grandpa said he was going to travel around the world, so he left a note and left directly from Shenshi Village." Dai Meng said,

This old man is really unique in his work and is unique. Wang Baoyu praised him in his heart and asked a practical question: "Dai Meng, is your grandfather rich in his pocket?"
Chapter completed!