Qi Yuwei didn't want to talk about this topic, and said, "Let's change the topic." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hua Jin smiled and said, "Okay." What do you want to say?"

Qi Yuwei looked at the beautiful gloom of the field, sighed and said, "It's so beautiful here! If only you brought an easel and a paintbrush!

"Yes, you wait!" Hua Jin said.

He returned to the car and drove over. Then, as if by magic, take out a set of drawing tools from the trunk. There is also a bottle of mineral water for toning.

"Oh my God!" Qi Yuwei was once again speechless in surprise.

Huajin is really careful!

Hua Jin helped Qi Yuwei prop up the easel and fix the rice paper. Then help her prepare the color palette. When Qi Yuwei picked up the paintbrush and looked around with her eyes, her mind was quickly attracted by the scenes of different colors on the opposite side. She constantly depicts the existence of mountains, the existence of soil, the existence of nature, the existence of vitality, and the existence of wind......

Professor Qi Murong's hometown!

The place where Professor Qi Murong has lived since childhood. No wonder the colors she uses are always so heavy, adding a heavy shadow to the colorful tones, representing the longing for her hometown, the shadow of childhood, and the heaviness of life? When Qi Yuwei saw these scenes in front of her and compared Professor Qi Murong's paintings, she had a feeling:

Professor Qi Murong's childhood life must not be simple and happy. She must have been through a lot of pain and ups and downs. Otherwise, her paintings would not be so deep, broad, and with the depth of life, and they must have carried her sense of the grinding of life.

Qi Yuwei couldn't help but draw a woman. It was a woman who lived in the wilderness, full of struggle and pain. Her back is somewhat distorted, symbolizing the torture of life, and her arms are bare, symbolizing the realization of suffering......

"Oh, it's still windy, why do you always draw girls who don't wear clothes? Draw a thick dress. Hua Jin looked at it from the side and said.

Qi Yuwei was amused by him. She picked up the paintbrush with the dye and wiped it on Hua Jin's body. Hua Jin hurriedly retreated.

"Call you nonsense. Qi Yuwei said angrily.

Hua Jin avoided Qi Yuwei's attack. He saw that Qi Yuwei continued to focus on painting her works. Qi Yuwei's unconscious attack just now made him feel very happy. Girls make such coquettish actions, usually to their trusted boyfriends. Qi Yuwei was unconscious, increasing her trust in herself.

Trust is the foundation of love. Hua Jin hopes that Qi Yuwei can gradually change her opinion of him with this beautiful trust.

……

Qi Yuwei has been painting in a trance. This girl's heart is very pure, and it is easy to fall into the abyss of artistic conception, almost forgetting everything around her. She painted one painting after another, like a greedy little bee falling into a sea of blooming flowers, contented and carried away.

His boss and president are waiting here. It's okay to say a word and give a smile.

Hua Jin waited for the beautiful girl's gaze until dusk, when the scenery of the field was replaced by the slanted sunlight into another picture, and the girl was still concentrating on capturing and concentrating on painting.

The expected look back smiled, Hua Jin didn't wait until dark.

Despite this, Hua Jin was still very happy. This shows that the wind collection trip she carefully prepared for Qi Yuwei made her very satisfied.