His eyebrows were extremely dark, his eyes were extremely bright, and his lips were extremely red, like an overcolored photograph, and the surrounding scenery was darkened.

"My name is Meng Yuan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She really didn't know where Yun Eyelash found so many beautiful men.

If you make them into a combination, they will definitely become popular all over the world.

"Look at your fingers, you must like to draw." Meng Yuan's voice was a little hoarse, which added a unique charm.

"How can you tell."

"People who like to draw, when they see beautiful people or things, they always want to record them, and when you see me just now, your fingers are constantly trembling, as if you want to depict my facial features."

"You're smart." She was amazed by the other party's observation, and a sentence popped into her head, beautiful people have low IQs, which seems completely wrong.

"Because I also like to draw, and I have the same habit, do you want to come and see my paintings?"

His demeanor is natural and innocent, and his smile is extremely warm.

"Okay." For painting, she is true love, but in life, no one can discuss it with her.

When she finally ran into a colleague, she really wanted to discuss her painting skills.

Along a path, the two walked silently, the plants on both sides looked messy, but they were actually carefully selected.

Light-leaved heather, iron holly, laurel evergreen in all seasons with dark green, small statues of gods and Buddhas can be seen everywhere, stone lanterns emit a dark yellow light, a Japanese-style dry landscape appearance.

The courtyard was very simple, the pond where the koi fish should be kept was empty, and there were a few unfinished statues against the wall.

"You can also carve?"

"When I have time, I learn everything." He smiled back.

It was the afternoon, the sky was overcast with a thin mist, and the air was cold and damp. 315 Chinese Network

His smile was like sunshine, conveying a steady stream of warmth.

"Come in, it's cold outside."

He pushed open the door, and the living room was empty and tall, strewn with unfinished paintings and painting tools, and he turned on the light, lit the fireplace, and the room gradually warmed up.

"I'm very simple here, just regular coffee, is that acceptable?"

"Yes." Her attention was completely absorbed by the paintings on the ground, and she did not pay any attention to what he was saying.

It is rare that there will be a man in the world who is so compatible with her heart, and she understands his intentions in every one of his paintings.

To prove her point, she picked up a gray painting, with only a few faint gray dots in the middle of nowhere.

"What does this painting mean?"

"Everything is nothingness and there is no meaning."

She put down the painting in her hand and picked up a few paintings of flowers and birds: "Then why do you paint such paintings?" ”

"Sometimes I want to have some fun for myself, and after I finish painting, I will be depressed for several days, and I will even want to commit suicide, so I will paint these to adjust my mood."

The coffee was served in a white ceramic cup, steaming hot, and he took off his black coat, revealing a somewhat thin body.

"I have everything here, why don't I be your model, you can paint me a portrait, Impressionism."

Painting was always the thing she was most willing to do, and she picked up the brush, glanced at him a few times, and quickly put it down.

After only half an hour, she put down her pen and looked at the painting in front of her with her hands on her chest.

"So in your heart, I'm like this." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

The color blocks of different sizes form a vague human figure, and the facial features and expressions cannot be seen clearly, but the loneliness and loneliness of the human form can be felt.