Tears dripped from her snow-white chin, Dong Xiaowan bit her lip, blinking her beautiful and elegant eyes, the long curly eyelashes seemed to be pasted, long and dense, very cute.

She stared at Lin Ze with tears streaming down her face, her beautiful eyes full of pity, as if her little lover was terminally ill and was about to pass away. Unspeakable sorrow and sorrow.

Lin Ze sighed lightly, stretched out his rough palm to wipe the tears on the corners of her eyes and face, and said softly, "What are you crying about?" I'm fine. ”

As he said this, he didn't understand her mind.

A girl who loves a man deeply, not to mention seeing this man covered in scars, even if she suffers a little setback, she can cry with grievances.

Dong Xiaowan is a slender and sensitive girl at heart, which has a lot to do with her surname. So when she saw the criss-crossing and countless scars on Lin Ze's body, her heart ached and she couldn't help it.

Buttoning up, Lin Ze didn't dare to expose his naked upper body in front of Dong Xiaowan. If she sees the new wounds on her back, I'm afraid she will cry again.

Taking the warm water handed by the girl, Lin Ze drank half a cup, slowly lit a cigarette, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you had a gift for me?" ”

"Well, you wait for me." Dong Xiaowan said nothing, got up shyly, and walked towards her boudoir.

I don't mind visiting your boudoir.

Lin Ze shouted in his heart.

Taking advantage of Dong Xiaowan's time to get the gift, Lin Ze looked at Dong Xiaowan's home.

The decoration is not very luxurious, and the style is biased towards ink painting. There are many landscape paintings and copied seal scripts hanging on the white walls, and it is thought that her parents are both cultural people and have studied classical culture.

The door of the study was slightly open, and I didn't know if the master was in a hurry to go out or what, Lin Ze saw the huge bookshelf behind the desk at a glance. With excellent eyesight, Lin Ze, who is not highly educated, can recognize all kinds of books.

There are classical culture books, as well as world classics, and all kinds of books that are extremely out-of-the-way, which can be described as all-inclusive, unlike those who cling to elegance and use them as a façade.

"No wonder such a talented girl can be cultivated, family education does have a subtle effect on the growth of children." Lin Ze exclaimed a puff of smoke and sighed. "The old man I've never seen before probably killed pigs, otherwise how could he have given birth to such a vulgar guy as me?"

Lin Ze sighed with self-pity and sighed, but Dong Xiaowan came out with a painttube a little shy.

Lin Ze smiled and said, "What are you painting?" What are you doing so mysteriously? ”

He said this, but he unceremoniously stretched out his hand, wanting to snatch it from Dong Xiaowan's hand.

Dong Xiaowan was busy taking two steps back, hiding the painting behind her, and said pitifully: "You have to promise me first, don't laugh after reading it." ”

Lin Ze was speechless, and secretly thought: "Did you paint me as a pig's head?" ”

Lin Ze, who has always called himself an idol, twitched the corner of his eyes and muttered: "If you really paint me as a pig's head, don't blame me for destroying flowers with my spicy hands." He nodded with a smile and said with a smile. Rest assured, I'm not such a superficial man. You've known me for so long, don't you know me? ”

"I really don't know." Dong Xiaowan said unceremoniously.

Maybe she has experienced some things with Lin Ze again, and she is obviously more open in her words. is not as spitting as before, Rao is full of economy, but she can't express her innermost thoughts.

"Come on, don't hide it, even if you only draw my handsomeness to the level of Andy Lau, I won't blame you." Lin Ze teased. "I know it's really hard to describe my amazing looks."

When Dong Xiaowan heard this, she burst out laughing. The last bit of grief that came out of the scars on Lin Ze's body also disappeared, and he smiled: "Don't laugh." ”

"Hmm."

Lin Ze took the scroll, and as soon as he unfolded it, he immediately froze.

This-

How can a sketch paint a person so much like a photo?

Lin Ze grabbed the mirror on the coffee table, glanced at the mirror, glanced at the sketch, blinked his dark eyes, and looked up at Dong Xiaowan: "You really imprinted my appearance in your bones." It's too similar. ”

When Dong Xiaowan heard this, she hung her head in shame.

Yes. She has already carved Lin Ze's appearance in her mind, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life. Otherwise, how could she paint Lin Ze's face thousands of miles away in the open field?

If you don't have deep feelings for this man, it will be difficult to do it.

Lowering his head again, Lin Ze began to appreciate the masterpiece of this talented woman.

The painting is very expressive, outlining Lin Ze's eyebrows and eyes vividly. I have to say that Dong Xiaowan's painting skills are quite good, the embarrassing beard, the deep and melancholy eyes, and the classic Changbai Mountain, all of which sell the half-bright and half-sad stuffy surname of Lin Ze-

In addition, next to the sketch, there is also an untitled poem by Li Shangyin: Last night's stars and last night's wind, Guitang East on the west side of the painting building. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.

Lin Ze read it softly, and suddenly the poem was famous, and he couldn't help but grab the pen and write on the sketch: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year." Look at each other for the moon-shaped, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. ”

After writing, he looked at Dong Xiaowan with a smile and said, "What do you think of my poem?" ”

Dong Xiaowan stared intently when he put down the pen just now, and when he saw him asking, he couldn't help but panic, and nodded hurriedly: "It's very meaningful to write." I just don't know where this poem came from? ”

Dong Xiaowan is familiar with 300 Tang poems and is proficient in all kinds of ancient poems, but she has really never heard of this poem. But the last sentence made her blush.

Lin Ze threw down the pen and said with a heroic smile: "This is my own creation." ”

Looking at his realistic appearance, he really made his face as thick as a city wall. This poem is clearly a work in director Tsui Hark's "A Chinese Ghost Story", and only envy the mandarin duck but not the immortal, and it is also adapted from Lu Zhaolin's "Chang'an Ancient Meaning" "I wish to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortal". At this moment, it is his work, which is really a humble work.

Maybe Brother Xiaolin thinks that his cultural level and even his connotation cultivation is not as good as Dong Xiaowan, so he has the inferiority complex of slapping a swollen face and being fat.

Dong Xiaowan nodded gently and said with a smile: "The artistic conception is very beautiful, and the words are also very beautiful." It echoes well before and after. ”

Lin Ze took a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes rolled up to his head. Don't mention how arrogant.

"It's a pity that this plain makeup doesn't outline my strong figure and perfect curves, it's just a face." Lin Ze sighed lightly. "Actually, the most charming thing about me is not my handsome face—"

Dong Xiaowan chuckled and quipped, "If you are willing to be a model, I don't mind helping you draw." ”

Lin Ze glanced up at the time, and when he saw that it was less than four o'clock, he said solemnly: "This is a serious decision, how can you be so frivolous?" ”

"Okay—" Dong Xiaowan said with a smile. "That Lin Guanren, are you willing to make a cameo appearance as a model for the little girl?"

"Don't be polite to the old man, wait for the poor monk to pose for pose, and then the teacher will write it." Lin Ze said extremely spoofedly.

"Hahaha-" Dong Xiaowan was originally a demure and elegant person, but when she heard Lin Ze's extremely funny words, she immediately burst out laughing.

When Lin Ze raised his biceps, took off his shirt, and exposed his smooth upper body with a wheat-colored complexion in front of Dong Xiaowan, the girl's heart was like a deer, and she actually had an inexplicable emotion.

According to this sense of anxiety, Dong Xiaowan sandwiched a piece of white paper on the easel and sketched it very professionally.

Dong Xiaowan, as a talented woman with a reputation for purple gold, can be said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is proficient in blowing, playing and singing. He has won the first prize in the city's youth piano competition, calligraphy competition and guzheng competition. Definitely a versatile girl. Otherwise, how could she be known as a talented woman in an aristocratic high school like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Lin Ze finished the styling and stayed there. only occasionally lit a cigarette and drank a sip of water while Dong Xiaowan was pondering.

Half an hour passed, Dong Xiaowan had already drawn most of the drawing, and when she saw Lin Ze's body gradually collapsing, she couldn't help shouting and said, "Go up, yes, go up a little more, well, that's the posture-"

Lin Ze was so tired by Dong Xiaowan's words that he didn't know that Dong's mother outside the door had a head in the air.

Upper point? Is this the pose?

This is the words that came out of the mouth of his own daughter?

Dong Mudeng, who was in the unit and left angrily after being endlessly wronged, was like being struck by lightning and was stupid at the door.

Click!

took the key to open the door, and before she could speak, Dong Xiaowan exclaimed first.

"Mom-you, why are you back?"

"Why, can't I come back?" Dong Mu said coldly. "Xiaowan, Xiaowan, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless child, it's so disappointing to me!"

The words were filled with endless desolation and despair, as if the end of the world had suddenly come, and the voice was hoarse.

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