Luo Yongmu glanced at Dudu again, and then his eyes fell on her paintings. Although he didn't understand painting, he could see that her painting skills were very high.
The plum trees on the painting board are lifelike, showing their vigorous vitality in the sunshine.
He raised his head and looked at Dudu again: "Lu Zidu, this painting of yours is really good, can you give it to me?"
After hearing his request, Momo laughed: "Luo Yongmu, you are so funny. It's our birthday. Where is the birthday gift you prepared?"
Luo Yongmu scratched his head in embarrassment: "Um, you nine, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I really don't know what gifts to prepare?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly walked to Dudu's drawing board: "How about this, how about I write a few words for you?"
"Write? There is no pen here, how do you write?" Momo looked confused.
Luo Yongmu bent down and picked up the brush beside Dudu, casually dipped it in some watercolor, and pointed at the painting of plum blossoms that was nearing the end of Dudu: "Can I write two poems on it?"
His eyes were full of inquiry and he looked towards Dudu.
Under the sun, a thin and handsome young man has a confident smile on his face.
Momo originally thought that Dudu would refuse, but to her surprise, Dudu nodded: "Okay! If the writing is good, I will give this painting to you!"
"Seventh sister, you?" She was surprised by her sister's different behavior.
Dudu smiled and explained: "Momo, he is also a guest, isn't he?"
Momo nodded and looked at Luo Yongmu: "Okay, my sister agreed. If Luo Yongmu doesn't write well, I won't listen to you!"
Long Yongmu didn't say anything. He raised his brush and quickly wrote two lines of poetry in the upper corner: "Thousands of trees are cold and colorless, but there are only flowers on the southern branches."
Although it is a paintbrush, the words written by Luo Yongmu are still vigorous and powerful, revealing the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.
A line of small letters in light gray embellishes Dudu's painting, which is full of vitality and charm.
Momo exclaimed: "Luo Yongmu, I didn't expect that your handwriting can be so good. Have you been practicing calligraphy?"
When Dudu saw his words, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Luo Yongmu felt a little embarrassed: "Well, in order to train my patience, my dad forced me to practice calligraphy since I was a child. I think my writing is okay! I made you laugh!"
"Luo Yongmu, please stop being modest. What does it mean to be okay? This writing is so good!" Momo praised.
Luo Yongmu looked at Dudu: "So, this painting you just talked about?"
Dudu walked to the drawing board, took down the painting and handed it to him: "I'll give it to you. I keep my word!"
Luo Yongmu looked surprised and quickly reached out to pick it up: "Thank you! Don't worry, I will find someone to frame this painting when I go back and hang it in my room."
When he was picking up the painting, his fingers accidentally touched Dudu's. He felt that the other person's fingers were a little cold, and his heart jumped twice involuntarily.
"Well, although the sun is shining brightly today, the temperature is still a bit low in winter. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold!" He looked at Dudu with concern in his voice.