Yan Tao ...... People are not as good as rice series.

That's what she's talking about.

It's night.

Young Master Yan leaned back on the rocking chair, his slender legs overlapped together, like water and moonlight sprinkled on her, and his dusty temperament was handsome like a god.

"Yan, my painting has been painted."

George came out with his sketchpad in his arms, carefully setting it up before he lifted the cloth outside.

Young Master Yan's gaze fell on the painting slowly.

George. Gus is an internationally renowned emerging painter.

His style of painting is varied, ranging from romantic to realist styles.

George was in a way, like Smith, crazy about painting, and willing to give up everything for painting.

In order to find the oriental beauty that could give him inspiration, he searched for more than half a year.

Until I met Yan Tao.

Modern people have the style and temperament of modern people, which are incompatible with ancient rhyme.

That's the defining feature of the times.

Changes are not allowed.

However, Yan Tao has a mysterious and unfathomable leisurely ancient rhyme, as if between the mountains and wilderness, in the sea of clouds, ethereal and unpredictable, making you unpredictable.

In the center of the paper is the back of a young man, standing sideways on the square full of doves of peace, with one hand behind his back, a single background, with a noble temperament and outstanding dust.

The oriental ancient charm of the whole body, in George's deliberate outline, faintly outlined the flying lines on the side of Yan Tao.

The boy is already outstanding, and after his characteristics are deliberately magnified, just one glance can make people fall in love with the boy in this painting.

One glance, sink.

Even this teenager has only one back.

George Ai Ai looked at Yan Tao, "How is it?" ”

Yan Tao casually hooked his lips, "It's okay." ”

Young Master Yan's is okay, it is already a very high evaluation.

She didn't expect that this George was really strong in penmanship.

After an afternoon of getting along, George also figured out the character of some teenagers, and he was a little drumming in his heart, "I want to take this painting to participate in this international award, is it okay?" ”

Only her back was painted on the left and right, Yan Tao didn't pay much attention to it, her fingers picked up the teacup, her facial features were in the tea mist, and her voice was elegant and revealing a casual extravagance, "Your painting, if you want to participate, take it." ”

George was overjoyed: "Really?!" ”

"What am I lying to you for?"

Yan Tao got up, put one hand in his pocket, Gu Zi walked to the room, and after washing, he fell asleep with his head next to the bed.

The next day, in the morning.

George was sleepy, rubbed his eyes and went out, and inadvertently swept under the tree, the boy sat cross-legged, and the early morning light fell on the handsome boy.

It's as beautiful as an ancient oriental painting.

Yan Tao noticed the gaze, she folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, after taking a deep breath, the light under her eyes converged, she stood up, and looked sideways, "Go cook." ”

George: "Huh? ”

He cooks?

Young Master Yan said coldly: "If you don't pay the rent, you still want to eat rice?" ”

"I'll do it right away."

George, trembling under the young man's cool gaze, hurried into the kitchen to work.

On the way, George picked up a call.

"It's me, George."

"Are you going to use that painting?"

George nodded excitedly, "Like, I've got Yan's permission to send this painting to Paris for the Grand Prix." ”

The person on the other side sighed regretfully, "I really want to meet the young man in your painting......"

Although he has no face, he is full of bearing, noble and dusty, and chic and mysterious.

He just looked at it casually at the time, damn it, one misstep will become a thousand hatreds!

There is anyone in the world who can look so good...... I can't believe it.