Chapter 1490

Mo Ling looked at the line. It's Mr. Mo again. The girl is also strange. She called him so impolitely before.

"No, I usually go to bed late. What happened to you? Why don't you sleep?" Mo Ling asked.

In fact, he didn't know the girl. He only talked a few times and met twice in real life. However, he had a preliminary impression. He didn't know the girl's life temperament and temperament.

After a while, early summer replied, "I'm finishing an unfinished painting."

Mo Ling frowned and knocked a few words: "can you draw?"

Early summer: "yes, I have studied art for 7 years. My mother taught me. She is a teacher of Southwest Academy of fine arts."

Mo Ling's eyes flashed a touch of surprise. What a coincidence! He used to be an art teacher.

Of course, his mother's real level is just ordinary professional level, which can't be compared with his mother in early summer.

"Can you enjoy your work? Just take photos and send them."

Mo Ling asked again. He had also studied art for several years. Occasionally, when he was free, he would also draw. However, he has been too busy for more than half a year and hasn't painted for a long time.

Early summer: "OK! Wait a minute!"

Five minutes later, a picture appears on the screen.

Mo Ling opened it:

The painting in early summer is actually a traditional Chinese painting. The scenery in the painting is the lotus in full bloom in summer. It is lifelike. It is painted by the back dyeing method, which is more difficult in fine brush painting. This painting method must be dyed on the back of the painting, so that the color can be vaguely transmitted from the back and echo with the color on the front, so as to enhance the color saturation.

He used to study western painting, focusing only on sketch, watercolor and pencil painting, and he rarely involved in traditional Chinese painting.

"Yes, the color is soft, thick and vivid."

Mo Ling praised the painting. Just looking at the painting, he felt that the girl's mind was very delicate.

Two smiling expressions came from early summer.

Then he replied, "thank you, Maureen."

Mo Ling chuckled and finally stopped calling him Mr. mo.

"Thank you. I only praised you for your good painting." If the painting is not good, he will directly criticize and point out the shortcomings. He has always been very objective.

"By the way, is Ling Fei better? No more paranoia?" Mo Ling asked again.

At this time, he thought of the girl named Ling Fei, who had brought him a lot of trouble. Last early summer, I played several games that Ling Fei used to play, including what quadrangle game, pen fairy game, ladder game and so on. They are all pranks and scary tricks. These Lingfei watched the game in person. The girl should be able to figure it out. If she doesn't figure it out, she really has a mental problem and needs to go to a psychologist for treatment.

This time in early summer, he didn't answer for a while. Just when Mo Ling thought the other party might have a rest, the screen lit up again.

Above is an expression chart. A little rabbit is shaking his head.

"I don't know. She was angry and ignored me. We haven't spoken for two days. I think she may not want to be friends with me in the future."

Moling paused and frowned suddenly. The line on the screen made him feel inexplicable.

"How could she be angry with you? You're helping her."

Moling feels incredible. It is reasonable to say that Lingfei should thank Chu Xia and herself. They are helping her. What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the girl?