Rong Yi did not delay Chen Aiqing's matter.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, he came to the door obediently with his laptop on his back.

The little girl must have been busy all morning, and when she came to open the door, she still had a sandwich in her mouth.

In the center of the living room, the easel has been set up, and a cushion has been placed on the ground, obviously Chen Aiqing intends to sit on the ground and paint.

After entering the door, Rong Yi put his laptop on the table, plugged it in, and turned his head to look at her.

After a few seconds, he suddenly said, "Do you draw like this?" ”

He was referring to angles.

The easel is not placed at an angle facing the table, making it difficult to get a full and careful view of the facial expressions of the characters.

After Chen Aiqing swallowed the last sandwich in his mouth, he raised his right hand and grinned confidently and handsomely: "See, this right hand is the most perfect work created by God." ”

It's really a bragging little guy who doesn't make drafts.

But I just like your confidence.

Rong Yi didn't speak, and sat down honestly according to her request.

After entering the boot password, the computer screen instantly jumps to the background of the home page.

Just as he slid the mouse and started working, there was a sudden pause.

His gaze bypassed the computer screen and fell on the little girl who was starting to draw not far away.

She was still wearing the same outfit she had had been in the morning.

Dark blue denim bib pants, with a simple white short-sleeved T, long hair pulled up casually with a leather band.

It should be estimating the proportion, I saw her squinting her eyes, holding the pen in her hand, first vertically and vertically, then horizontally and again, and then adjusting the angle, looking at the white paper on the easel.

When the little girl is drawing, she is really focused.

I was so focused that I didn't even notice I was looking at her.

After about an hour, after changing the N Bug Tolerance, he rubbed his neck, which had been sore from maintaining the same position, and looked up.

Chen Aiqing continued.

However, compared to the previous posture of holding a pen in her right hand, she held a white mass in her left hand, and when her right hand finished drawing, she occasionally raised her left hand to make up for it twice on the drawing paper.

The ghost sent the gods, Rong Yi kicked away the chair and stood up, walked to Chen Aiqing's side, and sat on the spot.

His eyes came into contact with the piece of paper she was putting on the easel, and he suddenly spoke: "Chen Aiqing, you can't do this painting skill." ”

Hearing this, the little girl stopped her movements and turned her head to look at him in surprise.

Rong Yi said, pointing his finger at the drawing paper: "Look, the outline here is not good, and here, the degree of shadow is not in place, at this level, how did you get admitted to the art student?" ”

！！！！！

Chen Aiqing was irritable.

You can question my ......

Phew, you can't question anything about me!

Thinking about it, she glared at Rong Yi: "You are a science student, you know a fart!" ”

Rong Yiqing sighed: "It's true that I'm a science student, but I didn't say that I don't understand anything other than science, there is a word called versatile, haven't you heard of it?" ”

Hehe!

I really don't want to understand the talent of science students.

"Come, let me, a science student, teach you, what about here, you should make the shadows a little heavier......"

As he spoke, Rong Yi grabbed Chen Aiqing's right hand holding the pen, and the moment the tip of the pen touched the paper, the two seemed to realize something, and turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

The scene of looking at each other is as beautiful as a painting.

The wind blew in, and the wind chimes hanging on the window edge made a pleasant soft sound.

Rong Yi's left hand was propped up on the ground behind Chen Aiqing, and he moved it to the side slightly, looking as if he was enclosing the little girl in his arms.

The force that grabbed her right hand increased slightly, and at the moment when Chen Aiqing opened his mouth and said the word "you", Rong Yi suddenly leaned down.

There was a soft touch on her lips, and the little girl, who had always been sharp-toothed, widened her eyes suddenly.

Her first kiss!

That's it...... Gone?