A lonely picture of a dark city, the lonely city is black and white, and everything is lonely and terrible.

Yaoyao turned the painting upside down.

Draw another city beneath the water's surface, a city that is no longer lonely, a world with people.

The city and the reflection are separated by water, and it is impossible to distinguish which side is real and which side is real.

Tong Yaoyao turned the painting upside down again, and painted a little man in the city painted by Bian Jin.

The little man, wearing a pair of bib pants, was bending down and stretching out his hand, his fingers lightly touching the surface of the water at the junction of the two sides.

The person she painted is not meticulously crafted, and it is only a few very simple strokes, but she can paint the person on the painting very expressively, and this person is Bian Jin at a glance.

What's more, Mingmingren painted only a small black shadow, and the face could not be seen, and the careful demeanor of the character was shown through the details of the action.

Bian Jin looked at the painting, as if he saw himself, and he couldn't help but smile.

His eyes, which had been dimmed by insomnia for the past few days, seemed to be full of stars again, and the candlelight fell under his eyes, turning into a small dot with light in the center of his eyes.

He stood beside Tong Yaoyao and saw that the side of Yaoyao's hand was stained with black paint.

The young lady really knows everything.

I can sing and dance, but I didn't expect to be able to draw.

He stood behind Tong Yaoyao, he was much taller than Yaoyao, and when he looked down at Yaoyao, his eyebrows were full of gentleness.

From a teenager, he began to break out of the cocoon and took on the appearance of an adult.

He seems to have grown.

Growing quietly where Yaoyao can't see.

He laughs.

"The young lady is so powerful, I feel that the whole world is different where the young lady exists. By the way, young lady, have you ever learned to draw? It's a great drawing. ”

It's worthy of a young lady, and she can do anything.

Tong Yaoyao heard Bian Jin's praise and scratched her face with her little hand.

"I recently learned, don't you like to draw, so I took the tutorial on the Internet and wanted to find a common language with you. But drawing is really fun, no wonder you - "love to read."

Before she could finish speaking, someone behind her suddenly hugged her tightly.

Bian Jin once again showed how to bend his waist to ninety degrees, put his chin on Yaoyao's shoulder, rubbed Yaoyao's shoulder like a kitten, and meowed.

"Little sister, did you learn it for me? Is it for me? ”

Tong Yaoyao said directly.

"Yes, I learned it for you."

Bian Jin felt so happy.

So happy......

He stood behind Yaoyao, held Yaoyao's little hand, pressed her fingers, and said with a smile.

"This painting is not finished yet, it's still a little close."

He pressed Yaoyao's little hand and continued to paint on this painting.

Heavy rain turned the city upside down.

Yaoyao paints a city that exists in the real and the unreal under the reflection of the rain.

On one side is the team of six people, including Yun Zuofan.

On the other side is the side brocade that bends down and raises his hand to touch the surface of the water.

Bian Jin grabbed Yaoyao's hand and drew a dwarf beside the bent man.

Really short.

Bian Jin bent down to be about the same height as this person, looking at the very small one, she held an umbrella in her hand, covering the top of Bian Jin's head in the painting.

Bian Jin looked at the painting with a smile and said.

"Little sister, look, you're by my side."

Yaoyao was not satisfied.

"I think I'm more than that, you've drawn me short. Anyway, in the painting, draw me a two-meter nine! I want to have that big tall guy spilling over the paper! ”

Bian Jin couldn't hold back and laughed.