Chapter 472: The Unfinished Painting

Tianjiao sandwiched Qiu Suxin's new single under her armpit, turned around and waved an oil-based pen on the whiteboard, pursed her lips slightly, and her expression was firm, as if she must draw something on this blank board. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What are you drawing?" Gu Lian also noticed Tianjiao's movements, and went over to take a look.

"Xiao Gu, he, he erased all the words you and Chenxing wrote! I didn't even have time to survive! Pei Yueyue only then remembered to report to Gu Lian, and complained busily.

"Just wipe it, I think it's good to wipe it, otherwise it will feel like we're very naïve when people see it." Gu Lian didn't mind this at all, on the contrary, he was very much in favor of it. In fact, as early as one time, after Yin Rongyu saw this and laughed at it, Gu Lian wanted to erase this off, if it wasn't for Pei Yueyue to stop her, she would have taken action not long ago. This time, Tianjiao erased the words on the whiteboard, and was in her arms, so she didn't care about what kind of handwriting Pei Yueyue cared about that was not preserved, and that kind of thing had no preservation value in her opinion. At this time, what caught her attention was Tianjiao's drawing with a rough outline on the whiteboard.

"What are you talking about? Why did you help Tianjiao speak? Pei Yueyue still felt a pity when she thought about it, but Gu Lian didn't stand on her side this time, which made her feel a little angry and lost, and she couldn't help complaining.

Tianjiao turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Pei Yueyue and Gu Lian, and painted vigorously, but he looked extremely attentive, suddenly he frowned, and the brushstrokes hesitated for a moment before stopping, scratching the back of his head, not knowing what to continue drawing.

When you look at the painting of Tianjiao, the first thing that catches your eye is that two villains are running hand in hand, and a few oblique vertical lines like chicken paws are drawn under their feet, which is regarded as the grass, and a circle is drawn on the top of their heads, which is regarded as the sun hanging high in the sky. The style of painting looks very kindergarten-style, that is, the level of elementary stick figures, but the expressions of these villains are vividly drawn, and their smiling faces are painted with a few strokes to look extremely comfortable and cute. But if you look closely, the details of this painting are basically gone, and you can't see anything else except for the clothes that you can see wearing a skirt and pants.

"Running hand in hand in the sunset, you've been drawing this thing for so many years, and you can't draw a little more finely. And in this scene, apart from a few brushstrokes of grass like chicken feet and a circle of sun, what else would you draw? I really like to draw, so I can at least buy some stick figure textbooks and learn to improve myself. Gu Lian understood it very well at a glance, and said idly.

When Tianjiao was working part-time in the Xiangsha TV draft, in addition to the TV's various strict training for the contestants participating in the talent show, Gu Lian found that Tianjiao liked to draw when he was rarely free. It's just that he doesn't paint well, the characters and scenes are always so simple and not easy to change, and the brushstrokes are a little more mature than the watercolors of kindergarten students.

At that time, Tianjiao was relatively simple, and it was quite easy to cliché. Gu Lian pretended to chat with him cordially for a few words, and then he revealed his net worth. From the conversation, Gu Lian learned that Tianjiao's mother ran away from home when he was about six or seven years old when he was very young and disappeared for no reason. In Tianjiao's memory, the only thing his mother left was a painting that he had not yet been taught to finish. His mother had taught him to draw this painting before he had left, but before he could learn it, his mother abandoned him forever and did not know where he went. He still remembers that his mother told him that a man and a woman must be happy together in order to form a family, and that as long as they tolerate each other and endure even some shortcomings, they can stay together until they are old. Tianjiao later remembered that it was her mother trying her best to persuade her to endure herself, but she couldn't stand that kind of life in the end, so she left everything just to escape the life that suffocated her. Although Tianjiao can't stop complaining about her mother in her heart, she often can't help but paint this unfinished painting. He only paints this, and he only wants to paint this. Of course, Gu Lian understood that this was a lot of pain for Tianjiao, and he faintly felt a little compassion for him at that time, and there was also part of the reason why he took extra care of him at that time.

After Gu Lian became Tianjiao's agent, Tianjiao gradually became busy, and the thought of painting from time to time was much less. Gu Lian estimated that this was Tianjiao's not painting for a long time, and at this time, he saw the empty whiteboard waiting to be filled and his hands were a little itchy, and he remembered the painting he was used to drawing before, so he drew it again to kill the boredom. After so many years, Gu Lian can see that the current Tianjiao's complex for her mother is also very weak, and she loves and hates it. That's why she can talk so casually.

"You still say that you can't even draw this, do you?" Tianjiao hadn't gotten angry yet, he just glared at Gu Lian with contempt and sneered at him.

"I don't know how to draw, so I never draw anything to make myself embarrassed. If you have to draw, shouldn't you draw better? "In the things that he is not good at, Gu Lian will never mess around and engage in unnecessary competition. She honestly admits that she doesn't know how to draw, and she doesn't feel ashamed. In this life, there are many things that people don't know, and only a very small part of them can do it, and it is great to be able to master a very good thing.

"I love to paint like this, you care about me?" Tianjiao held the pen and said that Gu Lian was still playing tricks as usual, and he didn't feel that there was something wrong at all.

"Okay, you can draw as much as you like." Gu Lian decisively gave up this meaningless conversation, and instead pulled Pei Yueyue and asked, "Hey, do you really plan to get up early tomorrow morning and go for a run with Chenxing?" ”

"yes, I'll tell Chenxing before you come back. He agreed to take me to run, just to remind me that I just started running, it is not suitable to run too much, just take it step by step, and only run for half an hour in the first few days to practice physical strength. Pei Yueyue's eyes blinked, but she still didn't give up the idea that she was going to get Gu Lian in to form a threesome just now, "You don't think about it, come with us?" Don't you see you've gained three pounds? Three catties, converted to fat......"

"Stop!" Gu Lian blocked Pei Yueyue's mouth and made a naked threat, "Besides, I've turned my face." ”

"Exercise can't be forced, if you force yourself to exercise and you're in a bad mood, the effect will be poor, it's better not to exercise," Chenxing came down from upstairs and said to Pei Yueyue.

Gu Lian saw Chenxing suddenly appear, she was a little flustered at first, and before others noticed it, she first pretended to be okay and spoke, "Well, there is some truth in what you said. As he spoke, he winked at Pei Yueyue, hiding his inadvertent flusteredness.

What is Chenxing doing downstairs at this time? Shouldn't he have stayed in his study and thought about his words? Whether it was what he wanted to hear or not, it was she who plucked up the courage to tell him about a true version of herself. Hmph, it's because she's too confident, this kind of thing may not be anything to him at all, even if he doesn't like to hear something, will it still make him depressed like Qiu Suxin said to break up?

Gu Lian was stunned for a moment, his gaze dodging Chenxing.

Pei Yueyue didn't see Gu Lian's real emotional change, thinking that the other party meant that she would not mention this kind of topic in the future, look, even her idol had spoken like this, she stretched her face and sighed unhappily.

Chenxing also seemed to ignore the change in Gu Lian's expression very smoothly, came to the place where Tianjiao was standing, looked at the painting on the whiteboard with great interest, and looked at Tianjiao again. "You drew it?"

"I painted it, is there anything wrong with you?" Tianjiao clenched the pen tightly, his eyes widened angrily, and he looked highly vigilant, determined that if Chenxing wanted to laugh at him or something, he would definitely fight back unceremoniously, and he would not hesitate to use violence if necessary.

"It's nothing, it's very well drawn, it's quite interesting. In this way, this whiteboard is not so much suitable for writing as it is for drawing. I didn't think this whiteboard could be used like this. Chenxing looked at the painting on the whiteboard, nodded while looking at it, and suddenly realized that he was happy.

"Ah, what's the use of you keeping the whiteboard?" Tianjiao felt more comfortable when she heard this.

"This painting is the style of stick figures, and the brushstrokes are quite mature, and the lines are quite smooth, so I should have used to draw often, right?" Chenxing studied Tianjiao's paintings, and actually had a bit of appreciation that could not be misunderstood.

He would draw like this, and he didn't know how many times he had painted it, but of course he was familiar with it, because he wouldn't draw anything else. Gu Lian slandered the sky.

Tianjiao has a completely relaxed expression. He has grown so big, he has only been praised for his good looks, good singing, etc., but he has not been praised for being good at painting. For the praise of the first two, Tianjiao is accustomed to and even disgusting, and Tianjiao can't show a very indifferent attitude to the latter's only praise so far.

"Do you really think I'm okay with my drawing?" Tianjiao's rhetorical question was just to get more certainty, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows had betrayed his good mood that had risen because of a compliment at this time.

Chenxing didn't know that his words filled this blank item in Tianjiao's life for the first time, and at this time he was still staring at the whiteboard, while affirming his chin, he said to himself, "It's okay." But...... Something seems missing, and I think it should be...... It could be a little richer. ”

"What's missing?" Tianjiao asked him with a little expectant expression.

"Would you like me to add something for you?" Chenxing asked politely.

Tianjiao thought about it and nodded slowly, "Okay, I want to see too, what can you add?" "Hand him the oil-based pen. Tianjiao knew that his paintings were certainly not perfect, and he naturally accepted Chenxing's way of pointing out problems.

Chenxing took the pen, as if he was like a fish in water, and drew on the whiteboard with movements that were more familiar than Tianjiao.

Pei Yueyue's eyes widened, and she held her cheeks, and stared at Chenxing's movements with her heart's eyes that had to be ten times and a hundred times more concentrated when she was painting.

It's such a rare opportunity!

Gu Lian looked at Chenxing, secretly thinking uneasy, and could only be glad that Tianjiao and Pei Yueyue's attention were attracted by Chenxing's movements.