"Here it is, here it is, Young Master, the paper and pen." Hei Xiong had a cheerful grin on his face; after all, he couldn't neglect serving this master properly.
Gu Yunzhi took the pen and paper, raised an eyebrow at Hei Xiong's clumsy demeanor, and said displeased, "Where's the stool?"
Hei Xiong immediately slapped his forehead, "Look at my brain." He then rushed into the room like the wind, brought out a stool and a table, and set up the paper, ink, and pen properly. Only then did Gu Yunzhi slowly walk over.
He pinched one sleeve with one hand and picked up the pen with the other, the pen moving like a swimming snake, making dots here and there. Suddenly, a unique shoe print seemed to leap off the paper.
After finishing one drawing, he wasn't done; he drew another in the same fashion.
Once he finished, he tossed the pen aside and walked into the garden with his hands behind his back.
The two hurriedly leaned forward to see what the Young Master had drawn.
