All the way to the eastern edge, Wen Yan saw Wu Tingsheng's house, with Xiao Wu standing by the window, waving at him.
He waited at the door for a while, then saw Xiao Wu, dressed in loungewear with his sleeves rolled up, rushing out holding a painting.
"Uncle Wen, Uncle Wen, this is for you."
Wen Yan took the painting and looked at it, surprised to find that the skill had clearly improved compared to before.
The painting showed rows of houses, and above them, a sun was shining its light.
It still looked like a very simple picture, but the brushwork had improved a lot.
Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was, Wen Yan could actually feel the sensation of sunlight warming his body from just looking at the painting.
This was a painting with a soul.
Wen Yan was a bit shocked—how long had it been, and Xiao Wu had already drawn another soulful painting.
"How many of these kinds of paintings have you made so far?"
Xiao Wu smiled shyly, a little embarrassed.
