Zhang Yiming felt the proposition from Feng Yin, his brain was running rapidly, and he immediately picked up the painting whose ink had not yet dried.

Let Feng Yin see more clearly, then smiled: "How come?" The lady thinks that this can be drawn without care? ”

Feng Yin: "......" This man is thick-skinned enough, but I don't have any evidence.

Well, she was silent, and seemed to smile: "It seems that I heard it wrong, I don't know who told me that this is just a casual work?" ”

Zhang Yiming carefully put down the painting, stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Yin: "Hi lady, you should know that people of our nation have a characteristic. ”

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows and looked at him, just to see how many flowers he could name.

The man was a little embarrassed when he looked at her like this, but he said quietly: "The biggest characteristic of our nation is modesty, yes, modesty. ”

"Think about it, if I were complacent just now, this is my Zhang Yiming's work, what would you think?"

Feng Yin: "Okay, count you through." ”

The point is, the real work of effort can't be completed in just one hour.

"The lady is the best."

When Zhang Yiming heard her words, his mood suddenly brightened, "I haven't painted for a long time, and I'm a little rusty, so I'll practice my hands today." ”

Feng Yin looked at him: "Do you really want to do that?" ”

He hadn't forgotten the promise they made to her after the two revealed their identities, and of course she remembered.

"I don't have the ability to do this."

Zhang Yiming pulled her to sit down on the kang, and then said, "I can't really hand over all the responsibility of making money to support my family, right?" ”

"Since I have my own strengths, why not start on this."

Feng Yin stretched out his hand to pick up the painting on the kang table and said, "I will give me this painting as a meeting gift." ”

Zhang Yiming: "...... Groan, this ...... I'd like to collect it myself. ”

Feng Yin looked at him with a faint light, and his tone was gloomy: "What?" Now you're going to give me this share of each other? ”

"Of course not."

Facing her death gaze, Zhang Yiming relaxed instead, "This is what I want to collect myself, as for you, I will draw another one for you." ”

"Interesting?"

Feng Yin couldn't help squinting, "If there are two of the same paintings, what do you think it means?" ”

"The scene is the same, but the picture is different."

Zhang Yiming took her hand, "This is mainly painted from my perspective, of course it has to be left to me." ”

As the man spoke, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a gentle arc: "Wait a minute, I'll paint a painting based on your perspective, that's what you should collect." ”

Feng Yin: "......" understood.

After hesitating, she bowed her head: "Okay, then when will you draw the protagonist from my point of view?" ”

Zhang Yiming: "I'm already a little tired after painting this today, how about I paint again after dinner?" ”

"Okay, but you'd better put this painting away and don't let others see it."

Feng Yin was about to go to the ground as he spoke, but was stopped by Zhang Yiming: "Wait a minute, you compare, how far is between you now and you at that time." ”

As he spoke, the man put down the painting, turned around and went down to the ground and said, "You wait for me, and I'll bring you a basin of water." ”

Although there is a bronze mirror in the house, there are already many cracks, and I can only barely show a rough appearance.

Therefore, when the family members want to tidy up their appearance, they use clean water.

Seeing the man go out with his legs and feet, Feng Yin snorted and laughed.

Raising his hand to touch the still rough face, his eyes fell on the face of the young and beautiful woman on the painting.

She doesn't need to speed up carefully, she can still remember how elastic her skin used to be, and how smooth and delicate her hand was.