"Are you finished painting?"
"The wind by the lake is strong, it's very cold."
"What if you catch a cold because of the wind?"
Xu Nian'an had been urging Gu Mingcheng.
Gu Mingcheng's attention was entirely focused on his creation, treating Xu Nian'an's words as if they were the wind passing by his ears.
When changing brushes, Gu Mingcheng sometimes held the brush in his mouth, which looked a bit comical.
"Eldest brother, stop urging him," Xu Nianhua reminded, smiling at Gu Mingcheng's concentration and said, "Maybe he will finish it soon."
"Yeah right, I feel like it's already painted very well, but he keeps painting and painting!" Xu Nian'an said with full resentment, putting the black scarf from around his neck on hers, adding, "You, when I told you to wear a scarf when you left the house, you didn't. If you catch a cold, mom will surely scold me to death."
