On both sides of the sideburns, a strand of black hair hangs down.

Brushing over his handsome and delicate face.

Pale and thin fingers, holding a brush, rustled across the white rice paper in front of him......

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips.

It's good to be beautiful.

No matter how you look at it from that angle, no matter what the action, if you frame it and freeze it, it is still a painting.

"I thought you were writing, but you were painting?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice suddenly sounded.

Zou Lin'er was stunned, and the brush in his hand was stunned.

A drop of ink fell onto the paper, adding a black mole to the chin of the man in the portrait.

"Sister Yang? How did you get here? ”

Zou Lin'er was overjoyed, and hurriedly put down the brush in his hand and stood up.

Thinking of something, he suddenly sat back down, picked up the paper on the table with a face and facial features, and was about to put it away.

"What are you going to do with it? Show me. ”

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Zou Lin'er shook her head: "Graffiti, it's nothing to look at." ”

He hurriedly cleaned up.

Pull the drawer open next to the desk, perhaps with too much force, or perhaps for some other reason.

The drawer was turned upside down on the floor.

The paper inside was sprinkled and all spilled out.

"Oops!"

He let out a low cry and quickly leaned down to pick it up.

One fell at Yang Ruoqing's feet.

She leaned down to pick it up, her eyes falling on the figure on the paper.

"Huh? Whose girl is this drawing? Why does it sound familiar? ”

She muttered to herself.

"No, I just drew it when I thought about it."

Zou Lin'er said, reaching out to take back the piece of paper in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing was 10,000 times faster than his hand.

The stack of drawing paper he held in his arms was all in her hand in the blink of an eye.

"Don't look at ......"

Zou Lin'er wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and looked at the drawing paper in her hand one by one.

Those good-looking eyebrows, sometimes slightly raised, sometimes frowned.

On that delicate face, the expression is also changing rapidly.

All this made Zou Lin'er feel more and more empty.

Standing beside her with a red face, he didn't dare to come out.

Finally, after she finished reading the last one, she finally took her eyes back from the drawing paper.

He looked at him with extreme seriousness.

Zou Lin'er was stunned, knowing that he had seen through it, and lowered his eyes even more weakly.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, complementing the handsome face of the carved jade chisel, what a handsome young man who was suffocating!

"You're painting all of them, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked straight to the point.

Zou Lin'er nodded lightly.

The corners of her lips twitched, wanting to say something, but Yang Ruoqing spoke up first.

"I said Lin'er, Lin'er, if you want to draw it, I'll paint it, but you shouldn't have painted me so obscenely!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a depressed face, and her fingers gently patted the thick stack of drawing paper in her hand.

This kid, when you have nothing to do, you draw her to pass the time?

This is a thick stack, to say the least, there are more than 30 sheets.

Moreover, it is drawn from a different perspective.

Some are full-body, some are half-body, some are sideways, and some have only one back.

The clothes on the body, the hairstyle of the hair, are all clearly drawn.

The eyebrows, eyes, expressions and movements of the characters are also portrayed well.

This painting skill, good.

It's just that it's not the orthodox style she likes.

Sure enough, hearing Yang Ruoqing say this, Zou Lin'er was obviously surprised.

He raised his eyes and looked at the drawing paper in her hand, a little confused.

"Sister Yang, are you mistaken? Or did you misunderstand? ”

"You are very dignified and kind in these portraits, look at this one, how beautiful you smile......"

Zou Lin'er came over, and from the thick stack of drawing papers, he found one of them and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister Yang, look, this is it." He said.

Yang Ruoqing took it and took a look, almost choking to death with saliva.

"Lin'er, you scared my sister, my sister is timid and can't be scared." She said as she clung to her chest.

"You kid laugh when you draw me, can you not portray my exposed teeth so clearly?" She said.

This one, maybe the one she had with him for a snack.

made her feel that as long as she replaced the piece of dim sum in her hand with a pack of spicy strips, the joy would be absolutely overwhelming.

"That's Lin'er, my sister will draw two for you to see."

Yang Ruoqing said simply.

Zou Lin'er was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll polish my sister's ink." ”

Yang Ruoqing sat behind the desk, and Zou Lin'er stood aside to polish the ink for her, her head tilted, and her eyes followed her hand holding the pen.

"Does my sister paint flowers, birds, insects, fish, people, or landscapes?"

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing hadn't written for a long time, Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I like to draw people. ”

"Well, I'll paint myself, and I'll have to paint myself as a great beauty."

Zou Lin'er: "......"

With her mind decided, Yang Ruoqing began to write.

I saw that the tip of her pen was stained with ink, and then she gently dropped the pen on the white rice paper in front of her.

Zou Lin'er's gaze followed the black lines that fell from her pen.

Sister Yang's hands are very beautiful.

It looks good when you hold a silver needle, and it looks good when you hold a pen.

He likes to watch.

However, what does Sister Yang's strange lines on the rice paper represent?

Are she sure she's really painting?

Zou Lin'er was full of doubts, but he was silent when he looked at the painting, maintaining an excellent self-cultivation.

Yang Ruoqing's way of nature Zou Lin'er couldn't understand it.

She hooked her lips and snickered.

If this makes you understand, sister, I won't wear a white soul!

Xiao Zhengtai, take it, let you see what a two-dimensional beautiful girl is!

Rustling......

Rustle rustle......

The room was extremely quiet, only the grinding sound of the tip of the pen falling on the rice paper, which was fresh and pleasant, and it was very good.

Neither of them spoke.

Zou Lin'er's eyes kept chasing Yang Ruoqing, watching her skillfully combine the seemingly unrelated lines before.

Then, on the paper, a strange, absurd picture appeared.

"Wow...... That's it, come and enjoy it! ”

Yang Ruoqing put down the brush in her hand and held up the freshly baked painting.

Zou Lin'er leaned closer and looked at the girl in the painting wearing strangely shaped clothes and holding a moon-shaped object in her hand.

She said that she was a girl because she was wearing a short skirt with her slender thighs exposed underneath.

The place on the chest above is so big and round, bigger and rounder than the nurse he used to have.

"Sister Yang, is this girl really our kind? Why do I look weird? Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the girl's face on the drawing: "Look at these eyebrows and facial features, is it me?" ”

Zou Lin'er compared the two and nodded hurriedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "That's right, I painted myself as I imagined, and I married another name for myself." ”

"What's the name?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing's old face was not red: "Moon Princess-Shui Bingyue!" ”