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Chapter 74 Dead Wood Can't Be Carved
Mu Luo took out the painting frame from under the paperweight, and said softly, "If you don't mind...uh, Yaya, I can teach you how to draw."

"Good idea." Hua Ya is not a lady who likes music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but seeing Mu Luo's paintings are so beautiful, and the orchids are so lifelike, as if she has her own soul, Hua Ya really wants to learn.

Hua Ya picked up a brush in a clumsy posture, dipped it in ink, and drew five crooked circles on the paper, and then drew a big circle in the middle to connect the five circles. The simple flower stem and two solitary leaves were shown to Mu Luo with great interest: "Luo Luo, look at my painting. I think my painting is different and has a special flavor!"

Mu Luo was speechless. After a long time, he finally thought of Hua Ya's only strength, and said with some embarrassment: "You paint very fast, but I can't use such a fast speed."

"Everyone says I'm brilliant, and it seems that's true." Hua Ya nodded, proving the accuracy of her words.

"However..." Mu Luo leaned down slightly, gently grabbed Hua Ya's hand, and whispered softly in her ear, "Your posture for holding the pen is not quite right, now, it should be like this."

Mu Luo's soft skin touched the back of Huaya's hand, like a piece of feather gently falling on the sea level, he touched Huaya's sensitive earlobe with an elegant and fragrant breath, and brushed the fine strands of hair at her temples, Huaya only felt Her heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of her chest, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were fascinated, and she couldn't hear what Mu Luo was saying at all.

Mu Luo grasped Hua Ya's hand and stroked on the rice paper, outlining an ink-colored light-black orchid.

"That's all right," Mu Luo relaxed and smiled, "It's very simple, I believe it will not be difficult for Yaya."

"Yeah!" Hua Ya nodded desperately, and then happily drew according to the gestures that Mu Luo instructed her just now, wasting several stacks of valuable drawing paper at once.

Among the waste paper all over the floor, there are wild boars with wings, rabbits with crooked melons and dates, tigers with gold ingots printed on their bodies, and horsetail grass with three heads and six arms...

The more Mu Luo watched, the more depressed he became, he suddenly thought of a common saying.

It's called "Dead wood can't be carved"...

(End of this chapter)