He inspired me to paint. - Yoon Jin-hee

"Ahh Yoon Jin-hee's face flushed.

Two-thirds of the sketches drawn in the sketchbook are exactly the posture of Quan Zhilong sleeping just now, the lines are soft, the brushstrokes are extremely delicate, and the feeling of indifference and fragility is delicately revealed.

When Quan Zhilong saw it inadvertently just now, he couldn't help but be touched in his heart. He didn't expect him to be like this in the eyes of a strange girl. Yoon Jin-hee painted him without superfluous feelings, but objectively presented a real Kwon Ji-ryong.

Quan Zhilong has never wanted to grow up, and wants to be happy and carefree like a child every day. But

He didn't even know when he became like this. Quan Zhilong thought. However, I don't feel sorry for the loss.

Truth is always brutal and moving. He loves himself very much and can accept all of himself, all of them, what is so-called good and bad in the eyes of outsiders. Those who like him and follow him can be, and those who hate him stay away from him.

Quan Zhilong is such a Quan Zhilong.

I met a strange girl on an unplanned trip, and I once again knew myself better in each other's paintings. It has to be said that it is a wonderful embodiment.

So Kwon Zhilong was not angry. (Look, laughing!) ）

It's just that the person who is used to being the leader is not facing the object of love, and if he is not careful, he will be domineering and leak, and he will bluff Yin Zhenxi, who has never seen the world, so that his liver trembles and he doesn't know why.

"I'm sorry!" Yoon Jin-hee apologized at a loss. She is accustomed to painting landscapes and still lifes, rarely painting people, and the urge to paint is so strong that she can't think of asking for the consent of the "subject being painted".

"And how are you going to compensate me?" Quan Zhilong rested his chin on the back of his hand, bent his lips and asked with a smile.

Unconsciously showing a charming smile, with sunglasses, full of a magical handsomeness.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would already be blushing and suffocating. It's a pity that Yin Zhenxi's receiving channel is different, and the impact is only slightly stagnant, and then he thinks about it for a while with a heavy face, and says in a voice like a mosquito: "I'll draw it for you...... I don't want it......" The frustration of holding back reluctance is simply not too obvious. No way, Yoon Jin-hee has a collector's habit of his works. For her to endure the pain of cutting her love, she must collect it for at least more than two months.

The reaction is so interesting, I have to give it back when I'm done, shouldn't I stop drawing immediately? And......

Quan Zhilong's shoulders shook with laughter, and he covered his mouth: "I like it so much...... I? ”

"Hmm!" Yoon Jin-hee didn't hear the last word and nodded seriously.

Quan Zhilong looked at her clear and innocent eyes, in fact, he already roughly knew what the other party really meant, but he was still in a good mood, dragged out his voice, and said with a little milk voice: "That's it......"

Yoon Jin-hee seemed to hear a little turnaround, and looked at him nervously with wide eyes.

Quan Zhilong's body leaned back, his hands were in front of his chest in a tower shape and lightly tapped, waiting for Yin Zhenxi's appetite to be enough, and he felt that her whole body was nervous, and then slowly said: "I didn't allow you to paint me, so I don't need your painting, and I don't accept your compensation." And because of my work, my portrait rights are very, very valuable, so I can't let you keep my paintings for nothing. You just tear it up......"

You just tear it up......

Just tear it up......

Tear it up......

Bar......

Like a plate of ice water falling from the sky, Yin Zhenxi, who has been well protected since he was a child because of physical problems, has never heard such ruthless words, and the whole person was stunned, looking at Quan Zhilong blankly, his eyes turned red little by little.

“Mo？” This time it was Quan Zhilong's turn to be stunned. Usually he meets people who can have fun, and he is also a fun-loving character in private, and when he saw Yin Zhenxi's reaction, he couldn't help but tease. He didn't feel that he was very harsh, after all, it was indeed a bit rude for Yoon Jin-hee to draw his behavior without his permission, and he should be criticized, compared to his usual lectures on disobedient teams, his tone was much gentler. I didn't expect to make people cry directly.

Yin Jinxi's crying is not crying, she is quiet, as if she can't react at all, her eyes are open, and her eyes are full of water, which is particularly worrying.

"Ah, don't cry, don't cry. I'm kidding, kidding! Quan Zhilong hurriedly said: "You made a mistake first, I just scared you, I didn't really let you tear the painting, good ......"

"Don't tear my painting ......" Yoon Jin-hee covered his mouth and pleaded with a small whimper. She took it seriously, and she couldn't get Quan Zhilong's joke at all.

Quan Zhilong instantly felt that he was extremely guilty. Hey, what's he doing with a little girl?

"Good, good, I promise. You can draw whatever you like, huh? Quan Zhilong raised his index and middle fingers together and made a gesture of reassurance.

Yoon Jin-hee: "Really? "Confidence is strict zhòng lack of rabbit eyes.

Quan Zhilong took off his sunglasses and met her eyes: "Guaranteed." ”

Without sunglasses, the sense of oppression he gives people is greatly reduced, because he is without makeup, his eyebrows are delicate and pure, his cheeks are slightly bulging, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, like a sunny and naughty little boy, and his persuasiveness has increased greatly.

"Really?" Yin Zhenxi was a little distracted, Quan Zhilong was stunned, and heard her continue: "Really I like to draw as much as I want?" "This person feels very different whether she wears sunglasses or not, and she has itchy hands again, and she wants to draw, so she carefully verifies it.

It's so persistent. Quan Zhilong smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes." ”

"You're so nice." Yoon Jin-hee burst into a smile, shy, like a timid irise, without a trace of haze.

Quan Zhilong raised his hand and made a gesture of please, and softened his tone: "You continue to draw." ”

Yoon Jin-hee was relieved to get permission. Under Quan Zhilong's somewhat weak gaze, she took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, glanced at Quan Zhilong as she asked, her eyes were still slightly red, Quan Zhilong immediately showed a pure and lovely smile, Yin Zhenxi tried to bend her lips, hooked up a shallow and beautiful arc, lowered her head and picked up a pencil to continue drawing.

Re-engaged in the painting, Yoon Jin-hee's mood that had just been fluctuating quickly returned to calm and full attention. The appearance of being trapped in his own world and unable to extricate himself is really familiar and strange.

Kwon looked at her with a blush, occasionally glancing at her paintings. The "sleep" on the sketchbook Kwon Zhilong was completed little by little, and Yoon Jin-hee didn't even raise his head to look at the live-action version during the whole process.

Watching people paint is a dull and boring thing, but perhaps because he is the protagonist in the painting, Yin Zhenxi's posture is relatively fresh, and Kwon Zhilong actually watched her finish painting little by little with patience.

Quan Zhilong is a musician, and at the same time a producer, unique in fashion trends, he has a deep understanding of color and line, and his appreciation of art is very good. Although Yoon Jin-hee paints relatively simple sketches, he has already shown a skillful basic skills and a unique perspective of thinking.

Objective, calm and indifferent.

It doesn't match her soft and quiet appearance.

And unexpectedly, after Yoon Jin-hee finished drawing a sketch, he didn't stop and rest for a while, but turned the page casually and continued to paint?!

This time, Quan Zhilong directly took a glass of water and put it between her and the sketchbook: "Rest, drink water." He noticed that she was licking her lips again, and couldn't help but interrupt. (A resurgence of gentlemanly demeanor?) ）

Yoon Jin-hee and the water cup looked at each other for five seconds, and slowly pulled out of the painting. Come out.

"Oh." The body reacts faster than the head, puts down the pencil, takes the water, and takes a sip.

"What else do you want to draw? Isn't it finished? Quan Zhilong asked. The destination of the plane is the Maldives, which takes nine hours to reach the Maldives from an airport in China. He went alone, and at first he wanted to be alone, refusing any communication. But it seems that he overestimated himself, or more correctly, it was Yoon Jin-hee who made him a little curious.

If you're curious, you want to know. Quan Zhilong changed his state without pressure, from an indifferent man who didn't want to pay attention to people to a curious baby who asked the bottom of things. His appearance is unique, his love is free, and he does not violate the harmony, and the smiling face of the little boy is impossible to refuse.

"Draw you. You have an urge that makes me want to paint. Yoon Jin-hee said honestly.

It's so honest that it's curling up. Quan Zhilong looked at her clear and sincere eyes, his eyes were half-drooping, and he clenched his hands into fists and coughed on his mouth.

This sentence sounds like a confession, but Quan Zhilong knows very well that she doesn't mean this.

Quan Zhilong asked, "How many people have you said this?" "How easy it is to be misunderstood.

Yoon Jin-hee said seriously: "It's just you." ”

Hey, Gu-

"Why? I'm handsome? Quan Zhilong accidentally smiled all over his face. A little girl who doesn't know if he is an international superstar "fell in love at first sight" with him, or is it the first time in her life?

Yin Zhenxi shook his head: "I don't know, you aroused my inspiration." "It's all about inspiration. Many times, inspiration arises for no reason.

…… I always feel happier. As a composer, "inspiration" is definitely a supreme word. Kwon Ji-ryong pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Yoon Jin-hee with a new gaze. A natural coaxing master?

Yin Zhenxi saw that his gaze was different, and he misunderstood, and whispered, "You say you can draw whatever I like...... Don't you go back ......"

"I have no regrets." Quan Zhilong said: "But you keep painting and don't take a break?" ”

"It's okay......" Yoon Jin-hee didn't think there was anything.

"You're afraid of me?" Quan Zhilong pointed at her fingers that were unconsciously pinching the cup and pinched white. He is so handsome and cute, and everyone loves him!

"I'm just, nervous." Yoon Jin-hee took a deep breath and said softly with his composure: "It's the first time I've talked to a stranger, so many things ......" The topic of painting is fine, but Kwon Ji-ryong is in a chatting pose. She wanted to continue drawing him, but what if she really ignored him, what if she regretted it (and felt like he did it)?

Quan Zhilong could see from her previous reaction that she was extremely inexperienced in communicating with strangers, but the lack of this kind of Cheng dù was really incredible: "How old are you this year?" ”

"Born in '95, 20 years old." Yoon Jin-hee said.

"It's an adult!" Kwon Zhilong said, but she was a little sister to him. He guessed: "The first time you came out alone? ”

"Hmm." Yoon Jin-hee nodded. It is precisely because of adulthood that he is finally allowed to go to collect wind alone. She has practiced what to do when she is accosted by a stranger, but there is still a big difference between the real scene and the simulated one, especially since she has "intentions" for this stranger.

"You can't do this, what should you do if you meet a bad person? Don't draw anymore, chat with me. Think of it as practice, practice. Quan Zhilong said with great interest.

"But ......" prefers drawing to chatting.

Such a weak protest naturally had no effect, and Quan Zhilong said domineeringly: "Chat." ”

Yin Zhenxi didn't dare to say anything, and there was a little more grievance in his eyes.

Quan Zhilong threatened: "If you don't chat, you can't draw me." ”

I knew it. Yoon Jin-hee thought sullenly.