HLnovel Chapter 590 Ju Wen's Aunt
Chapter 590 Ju Wen's Aunt
Although Yu Lan was a little embarrassed, she was, after all, a woman who had been through marriage and childbirth.
Unlike Ju Wen, who is so coy.
"Well... I have a volleyball uniform from when I played volleyball in the summer. Let me put it on and show you."
"Okay. But isn't it a bit cold in here?"
"It's alright. We have a boiler room in the backyard for heating, so the temperature is okay."
He happily ran to his room to change his clothes.
The Ju family's living conditions are indeed quite good.
These are family quarters belonging to the armed forces, each with its own entrance and courtyard. Heating is provided by a central boiler room with radiators, making them much warmer than ordinary residential houses.
When Yu Lan came out again, Lu Yao's eyes lit up.
A snow-white vest and shorts, with the words "County Hospital Volleyball Team" printed on the back and a large number "5".
The jersey was her old one; she's gained a little weight recently, so it looks a bit tight and makes her figure appear more... .
The shorts covered her thighs, revealing a pair of snow-white legs.
Seeing this in the summer might not be a big deal, but suddenly seeing a beautiful woman wearing only a tank top and shorts in the dead of winter is quite something. Lu Yao couldn't help but swallow.
Believe it or not, Ju Wen's figure is just like her mother's.
The waist-to-hip ratio is excellent.
Moreover, Yu Lan is more than Ju Wen.
Although there's a little bit of extra flesh, the good thing is that this fleshy feeling makes it more realistic.
Lu Yao appreciates Yu Lan's body proportions, lines, and voluptuousness entirely from an artist's perspective.
Although he has the mindset of an artist, his body is like that of an eighteen-year-old bull, and he looks quite energetic.
"Godmother, I never knew you maintained such a great figure!"
Yu Lan smiled smugly: "Of course, our hospital holds a volleyball tournament every summer, and our department's championship is all thanks to my leadership."
As he spoke, he even brought out a volleyball from the room.
At that time, the country had just been recognized as a legitimate member of the Asian Games Federation.
Prior to this, the country had been out of touch with international sports for more than a decade.
Therefore, there are not many organizations that organize various sports events.
Because the county hospital is a medical institution, it organizes some sports competitions every year in order to promote health.
Seeing Yu Lan's spirited demeanor, Lu Yao was inspired.
"This outfit will do, Godmother. Strike a pose, and I'll help you preserve your youth!"
Yu Lan held the ball in her arms, her eyes looking at a 45-degree angle to the top, with an excited and positive expression.
Once you're standing still, you can't move around.
Lu Yao took Ju Wen's drawing board, sat about ten feet away from her, and began to paint.
Yu Lan stood in the middle of the living room, holding a ball. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating her profile.
Lu Yao set up the easel and opened Ju Wen's art supplies, which were filled with rows of tin tubes of paint.
He picked out a few and squeezed them onto the palette, then poured in some turpentine and stirred it with a brush.
"Speak if you get tired of standing," he said.
"It's alright."
Yu Lan looked up at the top of the window, remaining still.
This pose is the standard pose for taking photos in this era, making people look hopeful for the future.
Lu Yao used charcoal to draw a few strokes on the canvas, roughly determining the location.
Then I changed my brush, dipped it in the prepared ochre with a little white, and started laying down the background.
He moved his wrist quickly, stroke by stroke, and soon the background was covered with the color of an old wall, neither too dark nor too light, which perfectly highlighted the figure.
I changed my brush, washed it, and started drawing Yu Lan's face.
He used a flesh tone mixed with a touch of earthy red to first outline the contours of her profile, making the cheekbones brighter and the area under her jawline darker. The color was applied thinly, stroke by stroke, without rubbing back and forth.
"Don't hold the ball so tightly." He glanced at it.
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Yu Lan's fingers loosened.
The three balls echo each other, and are roughly the same size.
Lu Yao continued drawing.
Use broad brushstrokes to clearly define the structure and light and shadow, using burnt umber with a touch of ultramarine in the shadows, and flesh color with a touch of white in the highlights.
The vest was white, but not pure white; he mixed in a touch of cool gray to make it shine in the light without appearing ethereal.
He used a small brush dipped in vermilion to trace the words "County Hospital Volleyball Team" stroke by stroke.
The shorts are white, but they look different in light and in backlight.
His thighs were exposed, and the color of his skin was different from his face, leaning towards a warmer, pinkish hue. He used a flesh color mixed with a little earthy yellow and white, and painted it in one go.
Lu Yao drew very quickly, standing up to draw for a while, then sitting down to draw for a while, occasionally stepping back two steps to look at the whole picture, and then going back up to add a few more strokes.
A very sexy sport is thus vividly depicted on the paper.
Just as the project was about to be completed, someone knocked on the door.
Shouldn't someone be here at this time?
Ju Zhenghua and Ju Wen will use the key when they come back.
Yu Lan was very surprised, but didn't move. She asked a question:
"Who is it?"
"Sister, it's me."
Yu Lan's expression changed.
She winked at Lu Yao and gestured towards Ju Wen's room with her lip.
"Quick, go stay in Xiaowen's room for a while. My sister is a bit old-fashioned. If she sees me, she'll laugh at me for not having anything important to do. You hide for a bit, and I'll get her out of there."
In his previous life, Lu Yao had heard Ju Wen mention that she had a aunt, but she went to prison for some reason, and after she was released, she stopped associating with the Ju family because she was down on her luck.
The story was told in great detail, but Lu Yao had never met this person before.
But there's one thing Ju Wen has repeatedly mentioned: her aunt is quite pretty, Ju Wen says she's prettier than herself.
However, since Yu Lan doesn't want me to see her, I'll just have to hide from her.
Lu Yao put down his brush, placed the palette and brushes in the painting box, and closed the lid.
He moved the drawing board aside, turned it to face the wall, then went into Ju Wen's room and closed the door.
Yu Lan put on her cotton-padded coat, buttoned it up, tidied her hair, and then went to open the door.
My younger sister, Yu Lu, came in.
He had short, shoulder-length hair, delicate features but a serious expression, and wore a navy blue Lenin suit with the collar fastened tightly.
"Why did it take so long to open the door?"
She glanced around the room, her gaze settling on the art supplies.
She reached out and opened it; the palette hadn't been washed yet, and several tubes of paint were piled up beside it.
"Sis, what are you doing?"
"No...nothing."
Yu Lan pulled her cotton-padded coat collar up a little.
Although the cotton-padded jacket was buttoned up, the edge of the white vest was showing inside.
Yu Lu reached out and pulled her collar open a little:
"Wow, you're so fashionable! You're wearing a vest under your padded jacket, or maybe it's your sportswear? And what's that drawing board for?"
He turned around immediately, surprised:
"Who drew this? It's quite realistic!"
"Oh? Um... I... I'm learning to draw. I've been having some free time, so I thought I'd learn."
Yu Lan was a little flustered by her question.
However, she had just seen Lu Yao's drawing of herself and couldn't help but exclaim that it looked so much like him.
The simplified version is exactly the same as the one shown in the photo.
I never imagined that this kid could create such a spirited painting with just a few strokes in such a short time.
The structure of bones and muscles, the folds in the shorts, The curves are absolutely realistic, bringing to life the image of a vivid athlete.
He's a fucking genius!
I can't help but marvel:
"This is so well drawn, it looks just like the real thing!"
Yu Lu glared at her:
"Who praises their own work after they've done it? No matter what you do, even if you do it well, you can't be complacent. Humility leads to progress, while pride leads to downfall!"
Yu Lan couldn't help but sigh. The girl was twenty-nine years old, ten years younger than her, but she started lecturing her as soon as they met. She was such an old-fashioned girl.
What a waste of her beautiful face; she lacks youthful vitality.