My Bank Is Connected to Another World

This cry, brother, can't be called in vain.

then.

Half a minute later, several people shouted more sincerely.

Because everyone has an extra red ticket and extra pocket money, who doesn't like it?

"Go and play."

"good."

A few went to the water to play again.

When Shu Fu came to the beach and stepped into the water, he couldn't help but feel a burst of novelty.

The first time I saw the sea, the first time I went to the sea, I felt pretty good.

walk on the beach.

The sea water came and went, overflowing the shoes, suddenly, Shu Fu turned his head and asked his cousin:

"Today's puncture was man-made."

"ah?"

Shu Xianxian was surprised for a moment, she didn't expect Shu Fu to ask this.

"Who did it? Why?" Shu Fu continued to ask.

"..."

Shu Xian's slender lips were slightly closed, and her expression hesitated. Obviously, her father didn't want Shu Fu to know about it.

aside.

Bu Xiaoling's face was filled with anger in an instant.

"Throwing nails again? Damn it, it's too hateful..." Before she finished speaking, her mouth was covered by Shu Xianxian's hand. Bu Xiaoling's nerves seemed to understand something.

no more.

"Did other Chinese do it?" Shu Fu suddenly said.

"of course not."

Upon hearing this, Bu Xiaoling shook his head vigorously.

"That's the native."

With a little skill, Shu Fu got the answer he wanted.

"..."

Shu Xianxian was speechless.

In one sentence, the key information is set out. Bu Xiaoling quickly covered her mouth, but thinking about it carefully, she had to answer the question just now.

This little brother is so boring!

"learn."

Shu Fu smiled, and didn't continue to ask, so as not to embarrass the two women, it's better to wait for the guard's news.

. . .

Walked around for more than half an hour.

return trip.

When we returned to the community, the setting sun almost disappeared below the horizon. Solar lanterns absorb the heat of the day and begin to light up the neighborhood at night.

"Wang! Wang!"

"Hey!"

"..."

dog barks.

The sound of cooking adds a little excitement to the remote community here.

The air is filled with familiar and somewhat unfamiliar smells. Although they are all Chinese, but after living in a foreign country for a long time, the taste of some dishes will inevitably change.

certainly.

Assimilation is impossible.

The breadth and depth of Chinese cuisine is unmatched by other countries.

"Xianxian, I'll go find you after dinner."

"good."

Bu Xiaoling went home.

into the house.

The table is already full of delicious food.

"Come and sit down, do you want a drink?" Shu Zheng asked.

"Don't drink."

"Come and try the lobster, the neighbor ordered it."

"good."

"..."

"Do you usually cook by yourself, or eat out?"

"Usually do it yourself."

"..."

"Really? Then try your handicraft tomorrow."

"no problem."

"..."

At the dinner table, it was fun.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, the feeling of being with relatives warmed Shu Fu's heart. Maybe he was lonely for a long time.

full.

Drink enough.

He and Shu Zheng came to the terrace on the second floor, had a drink to digest food, and looked at the stars all over the sky. In the open space in the middle of the community, some children play together.

The community is not big.

The population is quite large.

Some are Chinese who have been in India for many years and have brought many relatives here.

elder.

youth.

Child.

A total of more than one hundred people live there. Among these families, Shu Zheng's family has the least number of people, only three in total.

"Uncle, do you want to go back to China?" Shu Fu asked suddenly.

"Go home?"

Shu Zheng thought for a while, nodded, then shook his head again, "What can we do now that we've gone back?"

"Plant rubber trees too, or anything else, I can help."

"Oh! No."

Shu Zheng shook his head.

"It's good to get used to it here."

He didn't want to cause trouble for Shu Fu, especially when he was older and lost some of the aggressiveness he had when he was young.

Huaxia people pay attention to returning home, but they also have a strong concept of keeping a business. Although the family business he has worked hard for is not too big, it also carries his youth.

reluctant.

heard the words.

Shu Fu stopped persuading, let's talk about it after he made some achievements in the future.

. . .

After a while, Bu Xiaoling went upstairs.

"elder brother."

Shouting sweetly, he went into Shu Xianxian's room. Seeing this, Shu Zheng said suddenly.

"You said your shop is woodcut?"

"right."

"You should know how to draw, right?"

"I know a little."

"Haha, that would be great. Xianxian likes painting the most, but you also know that this place is remote, not to mention that it is difficult to find teachers, and the level is also poor."

"How about you teach her?"

"No problem at all."

Shu Fu replied straight away.

then.

When the two came to Shu Xianxian's room, they saw two girls doing their own thing, Bu Xiaoling was making origami, Shu Xianxian was drawing, they were all very quiet.

"elder brother."

"dad."

Seeing Shu Fu, Shu Xianxian hurriedly covered the drawing board with her hands. Her father saw nothing, but she was a little shy to show her own level to her cousin.

"Xianxian, let me tell you something."

"Your brother can also draw. If you don't understand in the future, you can ask him for advice."

"ah?"

The big eyes of the two girls looked cute.

Seeing this, Shu Fu smiled, and walked to Shu Xianxian's side, only to see a portrait sketch on the drawing board, and some other works hung on the wall.

landscape.

figure.

fruits and vegetables.

In an instant, he judged the level of his cousin, which can only be said to be average.

"Really? Brother, can you draw me a picture?" Bu Xiaoling jumped out first.

"Can."

Shu Xianxian hurriedly gave up her seat. She also wanted to see what level her cousin was. Shu Fu looked at the brushes aside and began sharpening them carefully.

Three minutes later.

A dozen paintbrushes with different strokes can be sharpened, and sharpening a knife is not a mistake for woodcutters.

Turning his head and staring at Bu Xiaoling for ten seconds, his face turned red, and then he turned his head.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and frame your mind.

The few people on the side felt something called a 'sense of ritual'.

suddenly.

Shu Fu opened his eyes.

Grab a pen and start drawing on the board.

"ah!"

"So fast!"

"hiss!"

"..."

The moment Shu Fu wrote, the eyes of several people were firmly attracted, and their hearts began to shake. When someone draws, it is a stroke.

Also have to look at the target to draw from time to time.

What about Shu Fu? His hands were as fast as a shadow, and he didn't even look at Bu Xiaoling again.

gradually.

The whole painting is clear.

face shape.

Eyebrow.

Eye.

nose.

Almost exactly the same as Bu Xiaoling, at first glance, I almost thought it was a black and white photo of Bu Xiaoling.

With the physical fitness of 200, it only took six minutes to create a perfect portrait sketch, and the mouths of the people behind him were already wide open.

Shu Fu just said it would be a little bit.

But looking at it now, I feel that Shu Fu is too modest. This is not just a little bit, it is a master-level technique.

Even this is not enough to describe Shu Fu's painting skills. It is true that other painters can draw like this, but what about the speed?

At least an hour, right?

Shu Fu only took six minutes.