Shen Ruonian inexplicably felt a little unhappy in his heart, and after reacting, he smiled self-deprecatingly, what could he feel unhappy about?

Shen Ruonian once again reminded himself in his heart that he couldn't fall into a puzzle.

In a panic, he closed the curtains, and the whole room was quiet again.

A daffodil on the windowsill caught Shen Ruonian's attention, it was like a princess, pure, noble, beautiful, white petals like snow spread outward, enveloping the golden stamens.

Presumably this is Zhou Yan's desire to commemorate the woman he loves in his heart, and he wants to use all the beauty in the world to describe it to keep the thoughts in his heart.

So when he is so delicate and patient with the woman he loves, how lucky he is to be the woman he loves.

Thinking of this, Shen Ruonian hurriedly patted his head, how could he think about this, what was he thinking?

However, this daffodil is really beautiful, and it completely attracted Shen Ruonian's attention.

Bai Xuan's hand lightly touched the leaves, and there was an indescribable ethereal feeling, which gave Shen Ruonian infinite inspiration.

The outpouring of inspiration made her feel indescribable joy, and she reached out and opened the curtains again, and the sunlight suddenly poured in through the window, and the warm light shone on the back of her hand.

I found paper and pen in one place, bowed twice to the daffodils, and then gently hugged the daffodils on a table.

Then he began to paint like a fascination, and when he was creating, it seemed that the world was quiet, and Shen Ruonian seemed to be two in one with painting.

If you can use daffodils as the theme to paint a vivid painting and integrate it into the ethereal artistic conception, then the master will be very happy to see this painting.

Thinking of this, Shen Ruonian's heart couldn't help but jump.

In creation, the time of the day always passes quickly, and the creation of this painting alone took Shen Ruonian eight hours, and the sky gradually fell into dusk.

Under the reflection of dusk, Shen Ruonian stretched his waist gently, and the scene at this time was like a quiet painting, vivid and intoxicating.

"My shoulders are so sore. Shen Ruonian said as he pounded his sore shoulder.

Although there are only some simple painting tools, it can't stop Shen Ruonian's obsession with painting, and she painted a work that she is very satisfied with in one day.

Carefully put away the drawing paper, folded it gently, and looked at the pot of daffodils, Shen Ruonian couldn't help but smile gently.

Plants are such a magical thing, and sometimes they can heal people's hearts.

It's not early, it's time to return this pot of daffodils to its original place, Shen Ruonian carefully held the pot again, wanting to put it in its original place.

accidentally touched a charcoal pen and fell to the ground, Shen Ruonian didn't pay attention, but took care of this pot of daffodils wholeheartedly, and just took a step forward, he accidentally fell to the ground.

"Bang dang. With a loud bang, the flower pot fell from his hand together with the flowers, and fell to pieces in an instant.

Shen Ruonian didn't care about the painful hand, and quickly got up.

"Oops!"

She really wanted to slap herself, how could she be so careless, this is Zhou Yan's flower that misses her beloved, she was broken by herself, and she touched it without her consent, that man would never spare herself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble all over.