Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 216 Fubuki's Forgiveness

Staring angrily at the front, Feng Chuixue bit her lips tightly, her cheeks bulging like an angry calf.

The atmosphere was stagnant at this moment, and one person and one car were silently confronting each other.

In fact, it hasn't been long, but the people inside and outside the car are suffering infinitely, and every second feels like a year.

Looking at the dazzling headlights in front of him, Feng Chuixue's heart was blank.

She didn't know what she was thinking, let alone why she came here.

No matter how angry or upset you are, you can't beat Mr. Shen to death, right?

Why did Commissioner Halle call me and tell me, and I came over right away?
What exactly am I trying to achieve?
What should I do if he gets out of the car?

For Feng Chuixue's anger, Shen Chong in the car was somewhat prepared, after all, he had been locked up for a month, and anyone would be annoyed.

But she stopped the car halfway at night, Shen Chong was slightly surprised.

Feng Meizi looks very elegant and easy to talk to. I didn't expect it to be so easy to get on.

Does she really want to kill me?

He stuck out his head, "Teacher Fuxue, don't be impulsive. If you have something to say, give way first, I have to pull over!"

Hearing his voice, Feng Chuixue finally regained some clarity in his mind, realized that his behavior was stupid and dangerous, and quickly jumped to the side.

Shen Chong stepped aside and got out of the car, then approached cautiously.

Although this girl seems to be harmless to humans and animals, but be careful to make the ten thousand year boat.

"That... Mr. Fubuki, how have you been doing this month?"

This is good, his polite chat became the fuse, directly igniting the grievance hidden in the heart of Fuxue girl.

She took a wooden stick in the grass beside her and jumped up to hit her.

Of course, Shen Chong wouldn't call her honestly, he easily raised his hand to block it, and then pretended to say something painful.

Feng Chuuxue didn't hit him twice, the little wooden stick broke by itself, and then he squatted on the side of the road and cried.

Shen Chong didn't persuade her, let alone coax her, just looked at her like that.

After she cried for about five or six minutes, she calmed down completely, stood up and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I made you laugh."

Shen Chong waved his hands again and again, "I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh!"

Feng Chuuxue: "..."

After a long time, Shen Chong scratched his head and said, "Actually, I don't really understand why you came to me. Although I reported you, but since the method of talking heart-to-heart didn't work on you at that time, you couldn't have left directly."

Feng Chuixue sighed, "I don't know why I came to you. In fact, I have figured it out a long time ago. The person I should really thank is Mr. Shen, otherwise I would have died. Compared with death, being under house arrest for a month is considered what happened?"

Shen Chong was contemptuous in his heart, now he pretends to be considerate?

So were you dominated by the devil just now?

Do you know how to thank me?
Go, I can't understand your stinking problem, I can't tell the priority from the secondary.

I exposed you, but I didn't do anything wrong, it's just that who would have thought that you were so ineffective that you didn't wake up.

"I just... I don't know why, but I just lost control of my emotions. In short, I'm sorry. Mr. Shen, are you not in pain?"

Feng Chuuxue rubbed his hands again, and asked a little nervously.

Shen Chong waved his hands indifferently, "It doesn't hurt, it's a trivial matter. Since there is nothing to do, I'll..."

He wanted to go home, wasting time.

Feng Chuuxue said suddenly: "Then let me treat you to dinner! Let me show my thanks!"

"No, no, no."

"No, otherwise I'm too sorry, I feel so bad about myself."

Feng Chuuxue didn't want to admit the inexplicable awkwardness deep in her heart.

Her real grievance was probably because she had regarded Shen Chong as a knight in white at the beginning, and she should have carried herself on the white horse in the arms of a princess to leave gracefully, but in the end the knight just wanted to sell herself for a good price.

"You invite me to dinner? Forget it, let me treat you. Let's write it off after eating this meal!"

"Row!"

After much tossing, Shen Chong first went back to the community and parked the car, then walked with Feng Chuixue for about ten minutes, and went to the night market not far away to order some barbecue.

In his previous life, Shen Zongnan would have a strong interest in the cute Feng Meizi.

But for the rest of his life, he thought it was okay.

It's not that she is not good-looking, but that he is afraid of trouble.

I am far from the time when I can sit back and relax, and it is even more impossible to wander around the Shura field with ease. This is not only sorry for Xinxin, but also sorry for myself, and also sorry for life.

We are not born into a rich family with a golden key in our mouths. Time waits for no one, let alone evil psykers and demons.

If you don't work hard to become stronger, maybe one day, like the father who died in the hands of the gecko man to save his son, he died in some horned gada for nothing.

"In short, it is indeed my job to save you. It is purely a coincidence that you have been under house arrest for a month. You have many abnormal conditions on your body, so you have to be careful. Don't blame the monster for making a fuss. You should understand that once these things spread If you go out, how much impact will it have on the common people.”

"I understand."

"Then it is necessary to be careful when sailing for ten thousand years?"

"It is necessary. Anyway, I also took 50 in compensation, and I can't save so much after teaching painting for two or three years."

While eating barbecue, Shen Chong habitually performed the duties of a non-staff boss, wiped the buttocks of the demon slaying, and gave Feng Meizi the final psychological counseling.

But as soon as he heard that she took 50 yuan, he felt that there was no need for counseling.

"Then will you still teach painting in the future?"

There is really nothing to talk about, Shen Chong asked casually.

Feng Meizi nodded, "Teach me. I planned to save enough money to study abroad, but now I have changed my mind. Let's talk about it when I touch a new threshold and encounter a bottleneck."

"Your drawing skills are still improving?"

"Yes."

Shen Chong was a little dizzy, he couldn't understand Feng Meizi's situation.

He knows a thing or two about painting, and he can be regarded as a senior painter, but he is a novice in artistic creation.

He doesn't quite understand the concept of skyrocketing painting skills. Is it a burst of understanding in artistic creation? Then she should be awakened.

Maybe my judgment is not wrong, but the time period for her awakening is too long, does she have to reach the pinnacle of painting skills?

He thought again, and decided to test it out.

Chewing a piece of meat, Shen Chong asked: "Can you tell me exactly what your concept of skyrocketing painting skills is? I'm a little curious."

Feng Chuuxue lifted the bamboo stick, and flicked it on the oily plate a few times, several lines of butter appeared on the plate, criss-crossing, it turned out to be a human face.

"Mr. Shen, you know how to paint, right? Do you know the techniques and genres of painting?"

Shen Chong nodded, "Yes, there are many schools and methods of painting. Some people only use lines, while others use colors to the fullest. But it cannot be said that the artistry of accumulating colors is higher than that of lines. This is a matter of different opinions."

"Yes, the essence of art is ever-changing. Great masters can use the simplest lines to depict the most abundant emotions, making the mood of the viewers fluctuate accordingly. The use of colors, the structure of lines, and the creation The inspiration, the emotions released, the sense of the picture recorded, etc., all these things are piled up, that is art, it is painting skills, just like music."

Shen Chong: "But modern art has begun to become impetuous. Many people think that things that everyone praises have grades."

Feng Chuuxue asked: "How do you say that?"

Shen Chong: "I think of two people. One is a well-known painter whose oil paintings can fetch tens of millions, and the other is a peasant woman. The status of these two people is very different, but they both like to paint peach blossoms. Many people , use the paintings of peasant women to satirize the painter, saying that the painter is a false master who has been hyped up."

Feng Chuixue nodded, "I also know about this."

"This is actually a kind of ideological class antagonism. The common people think that the painters are praised and blown out with money, and those who recognize the painters are also so-called upper class people. Those who are supported and liked by the rich are the It must be ignorance and hypocrisy. Weak people like to cultivate an illusion for themselves, they think that the success of successful people comes from accidents, and successful people must be fools."

"That's why ordinary people like to belittle the painter because the painter has a high status. They also like to praise the peasant woman because the status of the peasant woman seems to be lower than himself. In the process of flattering the peasant woman, they have a counterattack in their hearts that I despise the world. However, if one day they accidentally blow up the peasant women, when the peasant women also leave their class, the wind direction of public opinion will immediately turn around.”

Feng Chuuxue thought for a while, "Mr. Shen, you mean that the title of artist has been played down in the eyes of some people, who think that artistic attainments can really be achieved through hype?"

Shen Chong shook his head, "I personally don't agree with it, but many people really think so about the art of painting. After all, it's not like an exam, and it can't be accurately judged by scores. So I want to ask you, what do you start from? On the one hand, do you think your painting skills are improving?"

Feng Chuixue thought for a while, then turned over the plate on the table that she drew lines on, and pushed it in front of Shen Chong, "Mr. Shen, what do you think of my painting?"

"The lines are simple and perfectly utilize the fat piled up on the plate, but it expresses the old man's anger to the fullest, so that people can understand that the author was in a confused and manic mood at that time."

Feng Chuixue's face was flushed by Shen Chong's comment, "I'm not crazy!"

After a 2-minute silence, she sighed, "Well, there is a little bit. In short, only the painter knows what level he is, and the higher the level, the humility when facing the master's masterpiece The more intense it is. Painting can be said to be the pursuit of details, but the details are still only a drop in the bucket. The whole and the details, the idea and the presentation, the progressive connotation...these are all painting skills."

Shen Chong asked again: "Then what do you think will happen when your painting skills reach their peak?"

Feng Chuuxue thought for a while, "One stroke, one world? Thousands of trees are born with one heart?"

Shen Chong thinks it's better to send her back to Demon Slaying, this dangerous person!
Otherwise, it is better to quickly repair the Wonderful Ranch.

Animals can be raised, and people can try it too.

"By the way, Mr. Shen, starting next week, I will be Xinxin's art teacher."

"What? What are you talking about! What do you mean?"

Shen Chongzheng was making a mistake, but suddenly heard the bad news.

Feng Chuixue shrugged, "After I got my phone back, I found that an unfamiliar number had called me several times. I only found out that it was Mrs. Shen when I called back earlier."

Shen Chong: "..."

"Mrs. Shen said that she has found several teachers for Xinxin these days, but none of them are suitable. Xinxin doesn't like any of them. She is still talking about me. Your wife asked me if I still teach now, and I agreed straight away."

Shen Chong felt that Lao Lin was poisonous, and she was asking for trouble.

"She's not my wife."

"Then Xinxin?"

"It's our daughter."

"Oh, that's pretty good too."

"No, I don't agree!"

Shen Chong shook his head decisively.

"Mr. Shen, I know what you are worried about, but I really like Xinxin, and she likes me too. It is impossible for me to be awakened like you, Mr. Shen. Besides, even if I am awakened, I am a good person! I can't hurt Xinxin Yes, I will even directly join Monster Slayer as an official member, more reliable than you, Mr. Shen."

Feng Chuixue defended himself.

Shen Chong was dumbfounded, what you said made sense.

Theoretically, Feng Chuixue has completely taken advantage of it, but Shen Chong can't say that I refused because I was afraid that you wanted to tease the child's father and didn't want to be teased by you.

This is too peacock spread.

"Forget it, that's it."

In the end, he found Xinxin an art teacher by mistake, but the development of the matter was completely out of his control.

The strange fragrance was the real reason for his fear.

But now Xinxin's strange fragrance is getting more and more out of order, and Feng Chuixue really hasn't been able to awaken.

Maybe she really can't awaken, and she's not a potential psychic. She just suddenly realized and her talent exploded.

(End of this chapter)