"Have you drawn it well?"

"It was windy and cold by the lake. ”

"What if my little sister catches a cold?"

Xu Nianan has been urging Gu Mingcheng.

Gu Mingcheng's attention was all devoted to creation, and Xu Nian'an's words were completely deaf to the wind.

When changing the brush, Gu Mingcheng sometimes bit the pen on his mouth, and the picture looked a little funny.

"Second brother, don't rush. Xu Nianhua reminded, looking at Gu Mingcheng's focused appearance, he smiled and said, "Maybe he will finish painting soon." ”

"It's strange, I feel like I've drawn well, but he's been painting there!" Xu Nian'an was full of resentment, tied the black scarf around his neck around her neck, and said: "You, when you go out, let you tie the scarf and don't tie it, if you catch a cold, my mother will have to scold me to death." ”

"It's okay, my clothes are thick. Xu Nianhua pulled the clothes on her body, felt the warmth of the scarf, and wanted to return it, but Xu Nianan tied it well and said, "Don't take it off." ”

"Alright. ”

Gu Mingcheng looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction, the girl in red in the painting, leaning on the railing, looking back and smiling, captivating the country and the city.

He looked at the painting with admiration, his eyes full of amazement and pride.

This is the best painting he has ever painted, looking at this painting, as if he can see the girl in red in the painting, about to come out of the painting.

Gu Mingcheng looked intently at Xu Nianhua in the painting, looking at it, as if he heard the heartbeat in front of his chest: knock, knock, knock.

"How is the painting?" Xu Nianhua saw that he had stopped writing, and she stepped forward, intending to see what he had painted.

In the distance, the mountains are stacked, the sun is shining, and nearby, on the lake, there are boats rowing by, leaning on the railing, so that Xu Nianhua has an illusion, is this her?

"Well, I painted one-fifth of my little sister's beauty. ”

Xu Nianan looked at Gu Mingcheng again, this stupid boy really has two hits.

"Second brother. Xu Nianhua quietly tugged on his sleeve, his second brother was too narcissistic, she didn't dare to admit her in the painting.

"Little sister, we will frame this painting and hang it in your room at that time. Xu Nian'an disliked it, but he still agreed with this painting, which was particularly beautiful.

"The ......"

Gu Mingcheng suddenly spoke, lowered his head, scratched his head and said, "This painting is still a little bit unfinished, can I give it to you later?"

"Hey, silly boy, what do you mean?" Xu Nianan looked at Gu Mingcheng dissatisfied, when he spoke yesterday, what he could say was to help her draw, and the painting belonged to her, saying that he just wanted to practice the pen.

How can you finish painting and then stop admitting it in a blink of an eye?

Xu Nianan stretched out his hand to get the painting.

Gu Mingcheng hurriedly explained: "I'm not saying that I won't give it to you, it's just that the painting is still the last bit of painting." ”

"Okay, then you can send me the school then. Xu Nianhua left the address of the school.

"Hey, are you going to college in Ningbei?" Gu Mingcheng said in surprise, carefully keeping the address and saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely send you the painting." ”

"Hmm. ”

Xu Nianhua nodded, blowing a cold wind all morning, although the sun was very warm, it would also be a little cold.

Gu Mingcheng said while packing up his things, "It's noon, I'll invite you to dinner." ”

"No need. Xu Nian'an separated the distance between them and said, "Just remember to send the painting." ”

When the words fell, Xu Nianan pulled his little sister and prepared to leave, he paused again, took a red envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Gu Mingcheng's hand: "Thank you for painting my little sister, this is postage." ”