Dressed as a vicious sister, she became the group's favorite by relying on her inner voice

Chapter 163 Luo Yu: Am I a genius or a madman?

The studio was equipped with all the tools, even the paints were brand new and unopened. Bo Xingsi helped Luo Yu prepare the paint tray and handed it to her.

The canvas stood by the window, the breeze was gentle, Luo Yu sat down and took the things from his hand, and took the opportunity to ask: "Was my performance just now correct?"

After asking, he lowered his voice cautiously, "There shouldn't be any surveillance cameras in this room, right?"

Bo Xingsi rolled up his sleeves with a smile, "Don't worry, they won't be like that yet. Besides, we came here on a whim, including coming here to paint."

Luo Yu: "So you admit that you brought me here for another purpose?"

Bo Xingsi smiled but said nothing.

"Who is that Mr. Shang? Is he related to Su Xiangzhu?" Based on what she knew recently, this was the only thing she could think of.

"..."

"Or is it about your business in H Port?" She shouldn't be brought here for matters concerning H Port.

"..."

"You brought me here today just to ask me to act out a play? I guess. If I were to act like we have a good relationship, then I would be doing the opposite...Ahhh!"

Bo Xingsi interrupted her by hitting her on the head with the end of the paintbrush.

"Can't I just bring you here to relax? Okay, let's paint first, and we can talk about other problems when we get back."

"Then you have to tell me what I need to do first? Was what I just did right?"

Bo Xingsi held her hand while writing and gave her earlobe a light kiss.

"You don't need to do anything, just focus on painting. As for whether what you are doing is right or not, how we two get along is our business. If someone wants to guess, no matter whether our relationship is good or not, they will lean towards the answer they want."

Luo Yu raised her eyebrows slightly and nodded in agreement.

"Makes sense."

From noon to dusk, the two of them stayed in the studio for a long time, until the exhibition ended, when the staff came and knocked on the door, saying that the studio was closing.

The two of them just stopped writing, Luo Yu rubbed her sore wrist and asked, "Can we take this painting away?"

"Of course." The staff member smiled, looked at the finished painting, and took a breath of cold air, "hiss——"

"Did you two... draw a picture of your wedding? It's so beautiful."

"No." Luo Yu looked at the painting like him, "This is the scene when he confessed his love to me. We each drew a picture based on our impression of that time."

After saying that, she turned sideways and showed him the painting that Bo Xingsi was painting behind her.

The two paintings have their own characteristics in terms of style and color matching, but the staff tasted the same emotional tone from them.

"I see. I'm sorry Miss Luo, I was presumptuous just now. It seems that you were very happy at that time and loved each other deeply. Now that you can come here to paint together, I believe your relationship has always been stable."

Luo Yu: “Thank you.”

"I have always known that Mr. Bo's paintings are priceless, but I didn't expect Miss Luo's painting skills to be so superb. You two are really a perfect match, both in appearance and ability. I really envy you."

Luo Yu loved hearing this, her eyes and eyebrows were bent with laughter, "Thank you for the compliment, I only know a little bit, he taught me some time ago."

Luo Yu said this and gestured towards Bo Xingsi.

The latter put his clothes in order, came over and put his arm around her shoulders, "You are so talented that you can learn it right away."

The newly painted oil painting was not dry yet, making it inconvenient to pack. The staff suggested that you keep it first, and they would pack it up and deliver it to your home once the painting was dry.

The two had no objection, left the painting to the staff and prepared to return.

"Where's your CEO? I'm going to take Xiaoyu out for dinner later, so I have to say goodbye to him first."

The staff apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, our general manager had to leave first because of a meeting. At that time, we considered that you were painting, so we didn't come to disturb you."

Bo Xingsi nodded, "Is that so? It's a pity that I didn't get to meet your Shang Zong again. Since Shang Zong has returned to Kyoto, tell him to come to me if he has anything to ask. Don't hesitate."

"Okay, Mr. Bo, I'll make sure it's conveyed."

……

Painting is a process of self-expression. Even if Luo Yu had something on her mind when she came out, an afternoon of creation allowed her to vent many things. Now that she was back at the hotel, she was in a good mood.

After changing her shoes and taking off her coat, Luo Yu stretched and put her hands on Bo Xingsi's shoulders.

"Oh, that's great. I think I can understand why some people create when they are in a bad mood."

"What? Did I draw it for you to gain some insights?"

"Hmm." Luo Yu nodded. "They say geniuses and madmen are very close. I think every creator who analyzes himself and portrays his soul is a 'genius'."

Bo Xingsi put his arms around her waist and picked her up. Luo Yu hung on him like a sloth.

“Those who can create good works are called geniuses, and those who cannot are called ‘crazy’ by others.”

"So, do you think I have more potential to be a 'genius' or a 'madman'?"

Bo Xingsi carried her to the bed, squatted in front of her, and looked at her for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yu asked.

Bo Xingsi: "...Actually, it doesn't matter which one it is. Whether a genius or a madman, they are all creating what they like. I think the worst case scenario is that your hobbies will one day become a means of survival for you, and that's what I least want to see in you."

Luo Yu was silent for a moment.

Bo Xingsi added: "Especially in places where I can't see."

This sentence was meaningful and made Luo Yu's heart beat wildly. She almost thought that the person on the other side was hinting at something to her.

[…He won’t know anything, right?]

Bo Xingsi looked at her steadily, neither his eyes nor his facial expression changed at all.

[It shouldn’t be…]

Luo Yu bit her lip and came to a conclusion with a high probability after some assumptions. They looked at each other for a long time, and finally Luo Yu couldn't help it first and avoided his gaze.

She changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "Do you think the Chamber of Commerce will look at our paintings after we leave?"

Bo Xingsi put his hand on his chin and pretended to think deeply, "Maybe? Maybe he is watching it right now."

At the gallery, after closing time, Shang Shaosi came down from upstairs and stood in the studio without saying a word.

He looked at the two paintings in front of him, both of which depicted a couple dancing on the dance floor. The difference was that Bo Xingsi's painting technique was more technical, while Luo Yu's brushwork was still a little lacking, relying entirely on the emotions expressed to support it.

Shang Shaosi: "Are they really that in love?"

Assistant: "That should be the case. Miss Yu Lin will definitely not lie to you."

Shang Shaosi pondered the painting, looked left and right, and finally clicked his tongue in great dissatisfaction.

"I do not believe!"

assistant:"……"