I am in Dongying mixed society

"...Hoshino Shinichi?" The old man frowned slightly inexplicably, and then the gray eyebrows stretched out again as if thinking of something."Oh~ that little boy~ The portrait I drew for the old man is not bad, right?"

"Very good, grandpa~ The self-portrait you painted for my master Shinichi is still hung on the corridor of our house by our eldest lady~ According to rumors, if you stand directly under the painting and look up, you can still see it. The master Shinichi in the painting is smiling at someone~

Although, it may be because of my clumsy eyes that I couldn't see that the master Shinichi in that painting would smile at people."

For the old man's question, smiled and replied with the old man's polite sound.

In the face of her answer, the old oil painting man who was talking with her at this time did not show even the slightest change on his face.

On the contrary, the two of Yuri Kakihara and Yuri Shenmu, who stood behind Kyouzi, shuddered twice after hearing the words of Yejianji Kyouko.

At the same time, they realized that the pair hung in the corridor at the corner of the corridor at Hoshino’s home, every time she went to steal her own eldest lady’s underwear, or it was Kawakihara Yuri walking by with his back to the portrait. At that time, the portrait of Mr. Shinichi who gave them a haunted smile with deep meaning, was this old guy in front of him painted it!?

That kind of weird paintings, especially Shen Muyao, who often ran to steal the fat times of his own eldest lady, is particularly impressive~

After all, every time she occasionally succeeded in the middle of the night, she quietly took her own eldest lady through the unwashed fat times while passing the corridor while the night black wind was high, the portrait of Shinichi master hanging on the wall smiled quite Is brilliant~

"So, Xiaoxiangzi, right? This time you brought your two little friends to see the old man me. What is it for? Are you also going to let the old man draw you a picture?"

"Ah~ Yes, I do want to ask you for a painting of yours~"

"Oh? That's it~ Speaking of it, Xiaoxiangzi~"

"Please speak~"

"Last year, when you followed your little brother from the Hoshino family to buy paintings, I still didn't find out. Now I noticed that you are a pretty girl~

Do you want to go to the room in the store with the old man now, close the door and take off your clothes and let the old man draw you a sketch of a person/body/art/technique?

In fact, compared to oil painting, I have to be more adept at drawing or something, old man~"

The face of the old man in the oil painting showed a gentle smile like an elder.

"No need~"

"It's a pity that you have such a good figure, so don't you really consider one?"

As he said, the old man put down the paintbrush and paint pad in his hand, and after the old palm was raised again, there was no trace of lust in his muddy eyes, and he was looking at the lady's maid's long skirt from an artistic angle. Touched his hips.

At this time, Miss Xiangzi kept her kind and respectful smile, and put on a pair of clean white gloves that she didn't know where she took out at a thundering speed.

then...

Snapped--!!!

"Ah, grandpa is so annoying~ Xiangzi said no more~"

Chapter 354 I seem to forget...

When Miss Kyoko took off the white gloves she wore with her hands, she wrapped them in a ball and threw them into the trash can in the shop.

Taking back the old right hand that represents art and is full of wrinkles. It can be said that it is an old oil painting man who could not even touch Miss Xiaozi's skirt during this process. The same wrinkled face still appears. A small and purplish red palm print.

The old man stood up with a regretful look, and at this moment, the two little guys Yuri Kawaki and Haru Shenmu who came to this shop with Yomiji Temple did not find out.

It turned out that the real figure of this old man who looked a little skinny when sitting was actually an expensive type of golden ratio that presents an American aesthetic.

"Oh, the little girl nowadays is really getting less and less cute~" The old man sighed sadly, but because he had stretched out his hand to Ye Jian Temple Kyouko before, he was stopped by the other slap. It's only for art, and it's absolutely impossible to have half-evil thoughts, but it still attracted the contempt of the two maid ladies behind Xiangzi.

Sure enough, there are no good things in the male creatures who walked with their master, Shinichi Hoshino~

This time, Kawakihara Yuri and Shenmu Haruka, through the introduction of Ms. Kyoko, successfully realized what kind of group can be called a gathering of things!

Even so, even now, the old man is still surrounded by an atmosphere that is not inferior to those seen in movies, such as Leonardo, Michelangelo and other established artists...

"In fact, old man, my idol is Van Gogh."

"Grandpa, if you want to catch up with Van Gogh, you still lack a self-portrait. Of course, you have to be determined to learn from Van Gogh and cut your ears."

Facing the old man's sigh, Ye Jiansi Kyoko still reminded him of his respect for the old man in his smile.

But the old man who heard her said this, but kept the gesture of covering his face with one hand, and then quite naturally brought the topic mentioned by Miss Kyoko, and asked him to cut his ears.

"Why do you fan me so skillfully?"

"Because when I came to take a portrait of Master Shinichi last year, you stretched out your hand to me and said you wanted to see if my body would develop well."

"Okay." The sadness on the face of the old man in the oil painting is even worse, just like the king in a Western fantasy novel watching his daughter be captured by an evil dragon."Let’s say, what kind of painting do you want the old man to paint for you this time? Although looking at your figure, for the sake of art, I strongly recommend the body sketch to you, but since you come to me to buy the painting It is my customer, as a painter, he is also a business man, so I respect the opinions of the old man."

"Hey! Kyoko, is this old pervert reliable? And you brought me to a place like this, asking me to buy paintings?"

Seeing the vicissitudes of the old man's face in front of him, how could he look like a hero in his old age, Shen Mu Yao, who was completely shocked by the insignificant behavior of the opponent's hand to Xiangzi, without a trace of insignificance, hurriedly ran away When she reached the side of Miss Xiangzi, who could not change her face even before Taishan collapse, she put her mouth on Miss Xiangzi's ear and asked in a low voice, alertly.

"People are not very reliable, but the paintings are quite good. As for bringing you here to ask you to buy paintings because I want you to show your heart to Miss~

After all, I've said that, for the existence of esteemed eldest lady, gifts and other things can no longer impress her with simple prices.

To get her forgiveness, your gift must be taken care of.

Since you want to go away, what kind of gift is worthy of a painting that can euphemistically show your loyalty to her?"

"Kyouko..."

Suddenly, for some reason, Ms. Shenmu Yao, who had been arguing with Xianzi who almost killed her before, was moved by Miss Xianzi's heartfelt words that she was almost always thinking about her.

There was mist in her eyes, and even tears began to flash, and her body couldn't help but began to tremble slightly. The whole person looked like the sound of the sound that would only be uncontrollable in the next second. The husky generally pounces on the same.

"Your great kindness... Xiaoyao me... Xiaoyao me..."

"I advise you not to put your owed claws on my chest. I don't want to make trouble in the street, or even shoot you. After all, you and I are both Hoshino’s maids. In such public places, I must maintain The image of Hoshino's family."

Well, after learning from the old man before, Miss Xiaoyao had to withdraw her hands on her chest, which appeared to be extremely perfect for Miss Xiaozi's girl at this age.

Immediately, according to what Miss Xiangzi said, under everyone’s gaze, Miss Xiao Yao, who was a little restrained, had to put away the thought of'Thank you well for the time' in her mind and put her attention on The various paintings on the walls of the store.

"Uh... old look... ahem, old man~ Are you painting these paintings alone?"

"Of course."

"Although I don't know how to paint, even in the eyes of a layman like me, these paintings of yours are quite good~

May I ask you, how did you practice painting so well?"

"This? Just draw more human body sketches."

"..."

Human body sketch?Is it the kind that makes girls take off their clothes!?