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I placed the tray beside me and poured the tea as I asked, "Why are you drawing these?" ”

Hades took the teacup, took a sip and replied, "It looks loving." ”

When I heard Hades' reply, I regretted why I asked.

Glancing at the dry inkstone, he turned around, dropped a few drops of water into the inkstone, picked up the ink ingot, and began to grind the ink.

The thick ink gradually melted, and the faint scent of ink wafted away.

I swept my eyes over Hades' painting, which already had a faint outline, and asked, "Or paint me?" “

Hades's pen is smooth, and he looks very smooth, and his long eyelashes are pressed downward, very focused.

"I'm drawing you." Hades replied, holding his pen and dipping his pen in ink.

After studying the ink, I sat back down, and the painting of Hades was quickly finished, and I looked at the 'me' on it, this time it was still like me.

In the painting, I was standing with my back to the Sansheng Stone, and I could only see a side face, faint eyebrows, the corners of my mouth slightly pursed downward, a dress and hanging to the ground, my long hair was simply tied up at the back, and the rest of my long hair was spread out.

I nodded with satisfaction, "This one is not bad." ”

"If you like it, hang it up." Hades said, and as soon as his hand changed, the painting was framed, flew to one wall, and hung it.

I looked at the 'me' hanging on the wall and began to regret that I had said the wrong thing.

"Would you like to draw one?" Hades said and handed me the pen.

"I won't." I said no, I wasn't good at such elegant things.

The ink on the tip of the pen gradually condensed, and I raised my eyes to look at Hades, and the pair of strange eyes were still staring at me, and it seemed that I had to paint.

Looking at the brush that was about to drip ink, I finally took it from Hades' hand.

Hades re-laid the paper, I scraped the brush on the inkstone, and the ink finally fell back.

Raised the pen in his hand, but he couldn't put it down for a long time.

Hades picked up the teacup again, and drank it without a sip, and the slightly bitter aroma of tea wafted into his nose.

I began to hold the pen, my eyes glancing towards the king of Hades opposite, as a person who did not have any painters, I had to paint the person in front of me.

Carefully drop the first stroke, tracing the outline of Hades's face, trying not to let your pen pause in any way.

The tips of the pen are glued together thinly, gently slicing across the snow-white drawing paper, leaving lines behind.

And the lines of Hades' face are definitely smoother than my drawing, and I looked up at Hades, only to see the other person's eyes sweeping down and landing on my drawing paper.

I'm a little embarrassed, after all, I'm facing a master.

I began to trace Hades' hair, half of his long hair tied high on his head, and the rest of the strands hanging from behind his ears, some scattered in front of him and some behind him.

I was going to draw a few thin strips to make his long hair look smooth, but as I traced, it turned out to be pitch black.

Raising the pen high, looking at the three hairs that seemed to be sprinkled with a puddle of ink, I picked my eyes and looked at Hades, but fortunately, the other party's expression had not changed much from before.

After taking a breath, he let go of the traces in his hair and began to write clumsilyly on Hades' facial features.

I thought to myself that if the face was better drawn, then the failure in the hair could make up for it.

Raising my eyes to look at Hades, he put down the teacup in time, and I swept his eyebrows, which were very heavy, like the ink on my pen, so that his face was even fairer.

After observing it, I withdrew my gaze and thought to myself that Hades's eyebrow line was very good, and it should be very easy to draw.

Carefully put down the pen, slightly forced, widened the handwriting and gently picked it up backwards.

The stroke of the pen was completed overnight, and I looked at the somewhat sharp eyebrows on the painting, and I was very satisfied.

Next is the most difficult eye to draw, and Hades' eye has an even more difficult place to draw, which is the strange formation in his left eye.

I raised my eyes again to look at Hades, and without warning, I met his eyes directly, and fell into his eyes.

The bridge of his nose is high, and his eye sockets are a little deep, so his eyes look extraordinarily deep.

I blinked, and Fang came back to his senses from the sudden contact with him, and for some reason lowered his head, did not continue to observe, and began to draw from memory.

A faint stroke of Hades' long eyelashes was traced, and the ink stroke was his right eye, and the rest was his left eye.

But when he lifted the pen, he froze in mid-air, and his left eye flickered brightly and flickered on weekdays, and occasionally seemed to burn, but neither of them could I draw.

The hand holding the pen, the loose sleeve fell down, stained with a piece of ink, but I didn't notice it at all.

Until Hades' hand came up, I looked at the slender hand that was half on my hand and half on the pen, and my body was shocked, but fortunately, Hades's hand was very stable, otherwise this painting would be ruined.

"Relax, sleeves up." Hades spoke.

I noticed the sleeves, raised my other hand, and rolled them up.

"Follow my hand." Hades spoke again, and then I felt the barrel of the pen move slowly.

But where my gaze fell, it was the hand on my hand, unconsciously relaxing the strength of my hand, and letting my hand be taken away by the hand of Hades.

Hades made a sharp move, and soon drew the left eye that had been bothering me.

Hades' hand loosened, but my hand went limp, and the tip of the pen was clubbed on the left eye that had just been drawn, and the painting was finally ruined.

Putting the pen back, withdrawing my hand, putting it on my lap, rubbing the hand holding the pen, I looked at the painting that had completely failed, and said with a wry smile, "The failure is complete." ”

Hades' eyes also fell on the painting, and the destroyed part of his left eye looked like a large scar, although the painting was very poor, but the rest of the place could be seen to be three points similar.

"It's really badly drawn." Hades concluded.

I blushed a little, thinking that I was naturally worse than you.

Stretched out his hand to pick up the humiliating work, and was about to make a ball of it, but he was stopped by the king of Hades.

"It's good to keep a souvenir." As he spoke, Hades snatched the painting from my hand.

I reluctantly put down my hand, thinking that I must practice more when I have time in the future, and I will be ashamed of the snow today.

With nothing else to do, I asked, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Hades responded, "It's fine." ”

I got up and went to get the wine and came back, poured two large glasses, smelled the strong wine, and closed my eyes in enjoyment.

said with emotion, "It is worthy of being a wine made by an alcoholic, it has been brewed for a thousand years, and it has been drunk for a thousand years, and it is really not comparable to ordinary wine." ”

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