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Chapter 257 Favorite
203 sent the recorded novel copy to Zhao Ruoming. Zhao Ruoming quickly browsed through it and immediately found what he wanted.
"Xie Juqiu's original dream was to paint?"
203 also saw this sentence: "Yes. But this dream has been given up by her."
Zhao Ruoming snorted. "If this novel is a cover story, then it means that Xie Juqiu's love for painting is her true nature. Her ideals were just forcibly distorted by Di Wanshu. We can correct them."
At this moment, 203 couldn't help but admire Zhao Ruoming's brain, which worked faster than a spinning top - this move of cutting off the source of the problem was so simple and effective.
What? You said that 584 was derelict of duty for not interfering with Xie Juqiu's counterattack mission?
Nonsense! Xie Juqiu's dream is to be a painter, not to enter the entertainment industry and become a movie queen!
584's actions are the true respect for Xie Juqiu's dream! As for Di Wanshu, he was busy doing nothing for a long time, and the things he was busy doing had nothing to do with the task. It was good enough that 584 didn't sue Di Wanshu for slacking off!
There is just one small problem. 203 said: "Although according to the host's analysis, the probability that this novel is fictional is more than %. But...what if it really exists?"
If this novel is not a forgery but true, then giving up painting to pursue film is Xie Juqiu's basic character setting that cannot be changed, a character setting that is nailed to her. It is simply a fantasy for Zhao Ruoming to make a comeback.
Zhao Ruoming made the final decision: "The author's level is not that good to write such a long and boring introduction. With such a weak writing ability, what kind of fixed character can he come up with? If it is true, I will redeem her!"
Life is a gamble. If Zhao Ruoming was a timid, cowardly, and timid person, she would not have taken on this three-shift task in the beginning. If she didn't even dare to take this small challenge, she might as well just lie in the coffin and be done with it!
Zhao Ruoming stood up and quickly changed his shell: "584 has helped me complete so many missions, this time I will just repay its favor."
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Feng Xiaobao lay on the bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window.
He has some insomnia.
For some reason, Sister Xiaoshu felt very strange today. She seemed very angry and a little sad.
Although Feng Xiaobao was a child prodigy, for some reason, he always felt that his brain was muddy and many memories were covered with a layer of fog. Only the emotional part was exceptionally clear, like a piece of brand new glass.
The door opened with a creak. Feng Xiaobao was startled and immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
It's strange, what are the bodyguards outside the house for? Can't they detect someone coming in?
The person who came in did not come to Feng Xiaobao's bed, which made Feng Xiaobao feel relieved. He quietly reached under the pillow, where there was a silent alarm, which was left for him by Huangfu Jin.
The uninvited guest started to search Feng Xiaobao's room. Feng Xiaobao thought, what a stupid thief. What valuable things could there be in a child's room?
There was a sound of slacking from the easel, and Feng Xiaobao was startled. It turned out that this thief was a man with a clear goal and knew what was good!
Feng Xiaobao is a talented painter whose paintings are worth a fortune, but due to his mysterious style, no one knows his true identity.
As soon as the thief entered the house, he went straight to the easel. It was obvious that he knew Feng Xiaobao's identity very well!
Feng Xiaobao didn't have time to think about how his identity was exposed. He only knew that since the thief knew the painting, he must also know him! If things go wrong, the thief might take the painting and the painter away together!
Feng Xiaobao made up his mind, exerted a little force with his fingers, and was about to press the alarm——
"Yo, you awake?"
As soon as this frivolous voice sounded, Feng Xiaobao's body relaxed before his mind.
Feng Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the light beside his bed, and looked speechlessly at the uninvited guest standing in the room: "Sister Xiaoshu? What are you doing? It's the middle of the night, you almost scared me to death."
Fu Dongshu was holding a scroll of paintings in her hands, with her long wavy hair tied up into a high ponytail, which made her look quite capable. Considering the time in the underworld, it was really suspicious.
Zhao Ruoming smiled awkwardly. She was used to 584's cooperation when she played Feng Xiaobao, and she was so anxious that she didn't guard against Feng Xiaobao for a moment. Fortunately, 203 reminded her that Feng Xiaobao was pressing the alarm, otherwise she would have been caught by Feng Xiaobao and his mother...
Embarrassment was a minor problem. Given her status in front of Feng Baobao and his mother, as long as she explained that she wanted to draw, the mother and son would never refuse. But that would delay the rescue of 584, and might even attract Huangfu Jin.
"I have something urgent to do and need to borrow these paintings." Fu Dongshu nodded and replied calmly, "You are a child and you grow up while sleeping. I didn't mean to disturb you."
Feng Xiaobao curled his lips and refused to buy it: "You want my paintings? Just tell me earlier. I can draw you twenty. Why are you stealing them?"
Fu Dongshu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "So cooperative?"
Feng Xiaobao was totally unprepared: "Of course. You can even ask me to draw one for you on the spot."
"Is it true?" Fu Dongshu was obviously interested and kicked a roll of canvas aside. "Then I won't be polite."
Feng Xiaobao, who had been suffering from insomnia, actually got out of bed on his short legs, took out the paint tray and a row of brushes, lay down on the canvas, and began to paint his masterpiece.
Fu Dongshu was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Feng Xiaobao to be so cooperative. She quickly piled the scroll in her arms on the ground and took out her cell phone.
Fu Dongshu asked: "Can I record a video? Your face will not be recorded."
Feng Xiaobao paused and said, "If it's you, then yes."
Feng Xiaobao was so easy to talk to that Fu Dongshu was stunned again. Feng Xiaobao took this opportunity to glance at Fu Dongshu's ponytail and suddenly felt that the ponytail looked like a fox's tail.
Fu Dongshu carefully held up his phone to record a clip, then showed it to Feng Xiaobao: "Do you think this is okay?"
Fu Dongshu did not lie, in the picture only the canvas and Feng Xiaobao's hands were exposed. I don't know what shooting method she used, but Feng Xiaobao's hands in the picture looked twice as big, almost like a pair of adult hands.
Feng Xiaobao nodded: "Okay."
"Alright." Fu Dongshu patted Feng Xiaobao's shoulder gently, "Go and have a rest. That's enough for this painting."
Feng Xiaobao followed his words and climbed onto the bed obediently. Fu Dongshu looked at his back and finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you listen to me so much?"
Feng Xiaobao was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have never thought about this question before.
A long time - it seemed like a long time to Fu Dongshu, but in fact only a moment passed.
Feng Xiaobao said firmly: "Because I like Sister Xiaoshu the most."
Among his remaining vague memories and feelings, he liked Sister Xiaoshu the most.