In the room, a single screen was separated by two talented painters.

Nan Fengjin knelt respectfully on the futon and answered one question after another raised by Songhe Mingyin.

As a painter, being able to get the guidance of Master Mingyin is the highest honor they pursue throughout their lives, and he is so lucky that he has become this enviable person...

But at this moment, Jin was a little inexplicably irritated, always feeling something was wrong.

He looked at his cell phone with a little heart, but there was no signal. He was obviously fine when he was in the living room, but as soon as he entered Master Mingyin's room, he seemed to be isolated from the world. In this case, what if Xiaozhi happened to him...

Jin's heart suddenly tightened, and this thought made him even more uneasy.

"Do you have something to worry about?!" Through the screen, a vicissitudes and hoarse voice came quietly.

Nan Fengjin lowered his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, Master Mingyin, I'm a little worried about my friends outside."

"Haha, it seems that this friend is very unusual to you." The voice inside seemed even older, followed by a violent coughing sound, which really sounded like someone who was seriously ill.

"Master Mingyin, are you okay?!" Nan Fengjin sat upright with some concern and stared at the back of the screen.

The person inside slowly shook his head: "It's not a problem. Since you have something to worry about, leave first."

Nan Fengjin was stunned, but thinking about his body, he was not inconvenient to disturb him, so he nodded and agreed: "Yes, thank you for your teaching today. I have received the teachings from juniors. I will ask the master for advice in the future if I have the chance."

Although he was just a few polite words, Jin said it very sincerely because he truly admired the person behind the screen. The next second, he stood up and respectfully left the room.

However, the moment he left the room, Song He Mingyin, who was already terminally ill behind the screen, shook his head lightly, then lifted the fox fur that had been covering him for him to keep him warm, and slowly stood up. At this moment, he had a rosy face and a firm look, and he didn't look like a sick person at all.

He looked at the direction where Jin left and snorted coldly: "A person who is not firm in his heart cannot make good paintings."

It seems that he is a little overestimating about this young man!

At this time, Nan Fengjin didn't care about anything and rushed out of the room quickly. But what he didn't expect was that the road in front of him was tortuous and twists and turns, and the yard was one by one. When he first came, he was excited to see Master Mingyin, and even forgot to remember the road. This was so miserable!

"It should be here."

Looking at the tangled intersection in front of him, Nan Fengjin hesitated to choose the road on the left.

The phone held tightly in his palm still had no signal. He was a little anxious and walked randomly in a strange yard. He wanted to find someone to ask for directions, but after walking for a long time, he didn't meet anyone.

Oh no, I wonder how Xiaozhi and Xiao are doing?!

He thought about this and felt even more anxious. However, at this moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a snow-white shadow swaying through the corner not far away...

What a familiar feeling...

That's... a off-shoulder white dress?! Oh my God, is it Xiao Zhi?!

Nan Fengjin's heart was instantly tightened and he hurriedly followed.

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Chapter completed!