"Are you done yet?"
"The wind by the lake is strong, it's really cold."
"What if my little sis catches a cold from the wind?"
Xu Nian'an kept urging Gu Mingcheng.
Gu Mingcheng was completely absorbed in his creation, treating Xu Nian'an's words as if he hadn't heard them at all.
When changing brushes, sometimes Gu Mingcheng would even hold the brush in his mouth, which looked a bit funny.
"Second brother, stop rushing him." Xu Nianhua reminded, looking at Gu Mingcheng's focused expression. She smiled and said, "Maybe he'll be done soon."
"Yeah, right. I think it looks great already, but he's still painting and painting!" Xu Nian'an complained, full of resentment. She tied her own black scarf around Nianhua's neck and said, "You, every time we go out I tell you to wear a scarf and you ignore me. If you catch a cold, Mom's going to kill me."
