Chapter 26 (2/2)

Inspiration is like the author's inspiration. When it comes, your fingers will itch. You have to draw it to catch the flash.

When he entered the painting state, he didn't drink. He didn't go up the mountain according to his habit until dawn. He wanted to paint more. After painting, he went back.

All kinds of paints, brushes.

Xu Haodong wants to ask Fang Zheng to have dinner. He pushes the door, but he can't open it. He bends down to see through the crack of the door. Fang Zheng is still in his pajamas, wearing a large apron of various colors, and is concentrating on painting.

Don't dare to provoke him. Don't disturb him at this time.

Hurry quietly downstairs, do housework are careful, dare not make a move. Pinch butt tiptoe, tiptoe away, the breakfast from home, put on the table.

When Fang Zheng finished painting, he would come to dinner.

It's just more than a day for Fang to fight for this seclusion. Xu Haodong didn't wait for him. After eating, he left. He drove to the hospital to see the tea lady. The tea uncle gave him the key to the shop. He couldn't delay his business. If he could come here, Xu Haodong could open a shop and do business alone.

Xu Haodong pondered that he could not let the old couple sit back and eat nothing and earn less.

I bought more than ten water heaters, one for hot water, and more than ten pots for hot water. I opened a shop to do business.

The neighbors came to have tea and asked why Xu Haodong was alone today? As soon as Xu Haodong said that he was hospitalized, his neighbors gave more or less money for tea today. Poor old couple.

Xu Haodong put all the money into uncle Cha's small box. I closed the store in advance and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things, including quilts, bed sheets, pillows, rice, noodles, cereals and oils.

Open the door or quiet, strange, up the mountain?

I just put it in the kitchen and found that the breakfast silk was still there.

”Why did you go on a hunger strike? I'm not hungry! ”

Xu Haodong was on fire. He put down his things and went upstairs. Just as he was about to slam the door, he bent down and looked through the crack of the door. Fang Zheng stood in front of the easel and was painting. He was wearing big earphones on his ears and his eyes were focused. I could see that he was very excited and his eyes were all shining. The straight back didn't bend at all, and he didn't look tired at all. If it wasn't for the passing of the day, Xu Haodong really thought that time had not changed, he would still watch Fang Zheng through the crack of the door in the morning.

So focused? No eating or drinking? He's amazing!

Oh, I see. He's very lazy when he doesn't draw. That's to cultivate his spirit lazily. Once he draws, it's like fighting Phoenix blood.

OK, who makes you an artist? It's not surprising that you're an artist.

I'm worried that he can't stand it. Since when? In the morning, I saw him draw like this, and I didn't have leg pain after standing all day.

After painting, it must come out. It's just like practicing martial arts. When you close the door and turn on the switch, you can practice magic skills. He opened the door and the painting was finished.There's no way to do it, and he doesn't dare to go in. It's a very sacred and mysterious thing. Xu Haodong is afraid that he will make Fang Zheng go crazy if he is not careful.

Why don't you put all the food at the door? He'll eat when he's hungry.

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