When Lu Jianzhen treats the people she likes, she is really a lady who can't be more intimate and gentle.

She quickly reacted to Jinli's apprehension, and realized that she was abrupt: "I'm sorry, Jinli, I'm used to this way of greeting, I'm really sorry to surprise you." ”

Jinli touched her face, reacted, and showed a sweet smile: "No, I just don't have a habit." ”

After speaking, she learned the movements of Lu Jianzhen, stepped forward and hugged her gently.

When the white and tender cheeks rubbed over, Lu Jianzhen felt that his heart was soft.

She couldn't help but reach out and stroke it lightly on the golden pear hair, and scolded Lu Qingyuan's stinky boy in her heart for the eighteenth time: Such a soft and sweet girl, you don't like it?

What's the use of the eyes?

Lu Jianzhen led Jinli all the way to the house.

Instead of taking her to the living room, she went straight to the studio on the second floor.

As soon as she entered, Jinli couldn't help but widen her eyes.

It's more of a small gallery than a studio.

All kinds of large and small paintings are displayed here, and Jinli's gaze swept over and paused in one place.

It was a young boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

Dressed in a white bathrobe, he sat on the carpet holding a book in his arms, looking down closely.

Her short black hair sticks softly to her forehead, her eyelashes are long and thick, and her side face is incredibly delicate.

It's hard to see him turn his head.

Jinli couldn't help but come closer.

She tilted her head, looked at the painting, and looked at it carefully for a long time: "He is so beautiful." ”

Lu Jianzhen couldn't help laughing, she nodded seriously, and agreed with Jinli's words: "Yes, he is the second person I have seen in my life, and I feel inspired." ”

Jinli subconsciously followed her words and asked, "Second, what about the first?"

Lu Jianzhen did not answer.

Jinli looked up suspiciously, and met the other party's gaze.

She suddenly understood.

"First, is it me? Mrs. Lu. Jinli pointed to herself with joy.

Lu Jianzhen nodded: "Yes, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were a gift from the god of beauty to this world." ”

Hearing Lu Jianzhen's affirmative answer, Jinli was very happy, and she was a little entangled in her heart: her beauty is not a gift from a god of beauty! Even if it is, it is also a gift from Tiandao's father to this world.

The artist's perception is keen, Lu Jianzhen felt Jinli's entanglement, and asked, "What's wrong Jinli?"

Jin Li put aside the little entanglement, looked up and continued to look at the painting: "I'm curious, who is the person in this painting? ”

Lu Jianzhen said with some amusement: "You take a closer look." ”

Well?

Jinli glanced at her suspiciously, and then took a look?

Is it someone you know?

This time, she looked at the painting more closely.

This eyebrow is really a little familiar.

But who is it?

Jinli turned around in his mind about the people he knew, and he couldn't match this person.

Such a good-looking boy, if he has seen it, Jinli feels that he will never forget it.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the studio door.

"Please come in. Lu Jianzhen said.

A tall figure walked in.

Jinli subconsciously looked over, and just wanted to call someone, but her eyes froze.

Her eyes swept between the visitor's eyebrows, and she looked back at the painting.

Confirmed back and forth three times.

She finally understood where the familiarity came from.