"Nobody is allowed to leave!" Zhou Xuan suddenly appeared in front of the door, "I have something to say."

  Qin Que was startled: "What are you trying to do? Ill shout for people, and it wont look good when they come."

  Zhou Xuan asked: "Xiao Huixiang, I drew a portrait for you, was there ever half a sentence of flirtatious or frivolous words?"

  "No," said Little Mustard, shaking her head.

  Zhou Xuan asked again, "Miss Qin, take another look at this painting. Do you think its obscene? Is the human body obscene? Dont you have a full-body nude male meridian chart hanging in your boudoir?"

  Miss Qin said coldly: "Dont try to argue your way out of this."

  Zhou Xuan said: "Im not being unreasonable, I just want you to understand one thing. Drawing the human body isnt necessarily obscene or vulgar. This sketching technique is a common method used in Australia to enhance the three-dimensional effect and make the painting feel alive. Look..."

  He pointed to the nude portrait of Xiao Huixiang on the canvas and said, "I just sketched out the general outline of her body, and for sensitive parts like buttocks and breasts, I just brushed over them. If I were a lowly person, I would have dwelled on those areas with great detail, but I wouldnt do that. My brushwork is noble, and this is only the first draft. Next, I will draw Australian-style clothing on Xiao Huixiang to express my nostalgia for the people of our motherland."

  Miss Qin released her grip on Xiao Huixiangs hand, and with a softer gaze at Zhou Xuan, said: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Master Zhou, you cant draw like that in Tang country. We wont misunderstand you, but others might. Alright, lets go first."

  Zhou Xuan knew that he had passed the difficult stage, and smiled slightly, saying: "Please dont go, watch me finish painting the portrait, you will see a completely different little Xiao Xiang."

  Xiao Huixiang pulled Misss hand and shook it, Qin Que also showed interest in Zhou Xuans painting method, saying: "Well, Master Zhou, you paint, well watch from the side."

  Zhou Xuan was full of energy, he was a competitive player, with good mental quality, the more critical the moment, the more he could play to his ability. Go was not necessary, in college, participating in sports meetings high jump competition, usually training can only jump 1.8 meters, someone watching can jump 1.85 meters, beautiful girls cheering him on and he can jump 1.9 meters, even 1.95 meters. Zhou Xuan thought with pride: "If there was a stunning beauty to cheer me on, I estimate I could break the world record, haha."

  Zhou Xuan used a small wolf hair brush to meticulously refine the portrait. Gradually, the clothes emerged: a light blue sleeveless suspender outfit, goose-yellow low-waisted seven-point pants, and half-high-heeled crystal sandals on her feet. A completely exposed neck wore a blue-and-yellow striped tassel necklace, and her hair had some small waves.

  At some point, Su Xiu also stood behind Zhou Xuan, opened her bright phoenix eyes and looked at Zhou Xuans painting in surprise.

  At this time, Zhou Xuan was very focused and didnt get distracted by the beauty behind him. A man who is dedicated to his work and serious about what he does can touch a womans heart the most.

  Three girls stood quietly, not making a sound, watching Zhou Xuan continuously adjusting the colors, the brush stroking back and forth on the paper, an increasingly clear portrait of Xiao Huixiang emerging, so vivid, so radiant, with a lively and lovely expression - wait, was this really Xiao Huixiang?

  Qin Que and Su Xianglian both looked at the painting, then looked at Xiao Huixiang, making Xiao Huixiang feel embarrassed.

  The sky brightened, Zhou Xuan applied the last stroke of red to the toenail of the small portrait, inserted the brush into the pen holder, stood up straight and cracked his knuckles loudly, saying: "The great work is done, take a look at you two beauties - oh, Needlework Sister has also arrived, what do you think of the painting?"

  Su Xianzhen suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked, "Zhou Gongzi, what country is the clothing on this painting from? Ive never seen such embroidery before."

  Zhou Xuan said: "Its a dress from my overseas hometown, does it look good?"

  Su Xianzhen said: "It looks very good, but this top is like a camisole, it can only be worn inside the dress."

  "In my hometown, girls are bolder and wear these kinds of clothes to walk around the streets. Isnt it just for keeping cool in summer? This kind of clothing is simple and convenient, its the most suitable."

  Xiao Huixiang stared blankly at the portrait and asked, "Brother-in-law, is this Xiao Huixiang? Did brother-in-law paint the wrong person? Xiao Huixiang is ugly to death, how can she look so good!"

  Zhou Xuan burst out laughing, his skills were limited, he could only draw a 4 or 5 out of 10 resemblance, and even that needed beautification, so the difference with the real person was even greater, it could only be vaguely seen that there was some similarity.

  Qin Que said: "The painting is indeed you, Xiao Huixiang. Look, even the small mole on the corner of your mouth has been painted."

  Xiao Huixiang suddenly ran out and quickly brought back a copper mirror, looking at the mirror on one side and the portrait on the other, comparing them for a while, still saying: "It doesnt look like Xiao Huixiang, Xiao Huixiang isnt that good-looking."

  This little girl is too garrulous, isnt it good enough that I drew a nice picture for you?!

  Zhou Xuan said: "This is called godly resemblance, small chrysanthemum looks so good after just two years."

  Xiao Huixiang smiled: "Really, can Xiao Huixiang become so beautiful? But the master here has drawn too exaggeratedly, Xiao Huixiang is not that big." Xiao Huixiang pointed to the chest area of the portrait.

  Qin Que and Su Xianglians pretty faces turned bright red, wanting to leave but feeling too embarrassed.

  Zhou Xuans face was stern as he said, "What does this little girl understand? This is what they call art originates from life but transcends it. Take for example a painting of rural life - there are fields, farmers, and cows. Does the cow need to defecate? A big pile of cow dung on the field ridge... when painting, should we include the cow dung? Of course not, its automatically filtered out. Here, Ive made you slightly larger to showcase the beauty of curves. The figure isnt a stick, it needs ups and downs."

  Xiao Huixiang wasnt a fool, she had just spoken and was already feeling embarrassed. However, when she heard her brother-in-law use cow dung to describe her breasts, she felt wronged. Were they really that ugly because they were small? Like cow dung? She looked at Miss and Su again, and indeed their chests were much bigger than hers, bulging high under their clothes, with a nice upslope and downslope.

  Thyme is humble.