Chen Aiqing, who finally cleaned up the house, went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

I don't know if it's done with the model, she feels that she is one step closer to success, so she is in a very good mood.

After walking out of the bathroom, she wanted to go back to her room to put on a mask, but when she passed by the living room, she suddenly stopped.

Staring at the sofa that Rong Yi had sat on at night for a while, Chen Aiqing walked over.

Squatting down, she pulled open the second drawer under the coffee table in front of the couch.

His hand reached for the old sketchbook, and when he was about to touch the cover, Chen Aiqing hesitated for a few seconds.

Eventually, she picked up the sketchbook.

Sitting on the couch, she turned to the first page.

The sketchbook consists of nineteen sheets, each of which contains a sketch of a character.

And the main characters in these paintings are all the same person.

Tolerance.

On the first page, he is sitting at the dining table, facing the side of his laptop.

Chen Aiqing remembers that this was the first day he came to his house for breakfast.

She prepares beef noodles.

While she's busy in the kitchen, he's sitting at the dining table, opening his laptop, his pretty fingers tapping on the keyboard from time to time.

Inadvertently turned around, which made her notice this scene.

The early morning sun fell on him through the window, and the boy put his elbows against the countertop, dragged his chin behind his hands, and his serious expression seemed to be thinking about something that could not be solved.

The dust in the air was dyed golden by the shredded light, pulsing playfully around him.

Chen Aiqing felt that such a picture was very beautiful, so beautiful that she wanted to record it with a pen.

And she did.

When he obediently sat in front of him as a model, although facing the easel, Chen Aiqing still recalled in his mind the appearance when he sat at the dining table and seriously thought about the problem, and presented that beautiful picture in this sketchbook.

At that time, her character painting skills were really good.

Every line, every outline, and even the shadowed part is just right.

It's as if a living person has been imprinted into the painting.

But now......

Chen Aiqing glanced at his right hand self-deprecatingly, and closed the sketchbook without daring to turn to the second page.

Putting the sketchbook back in place, her gaze rested on the red flannel bag in the corner as she closed the drawer.

I don't know how long I watched it, Chen Aiqing sighed and stood up, pushed with his toes, and closed the drawer.

……

Rong Yi, who waited for two days without waiting for Chen Aiqing's "notice", sent her a WeChat message before she was about to go to the meeting.

Rong Yi: "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll not be in S City for about four or five days. ”

After sending WeChat, a reminder that the battery is less than 10% pops up on the screen.

Rong Yi pulled a charging cable over and plugged it in, put the phone on the table to charge, and then went to the conference room with the laptop in his hand.

When he received WeChat, Chen Aiqing sat in front of the easel and sent a long stay.

She began to wonder if she was too confident on Zhang Jie's side.

Not to mention "reborn from the ashes", now she can't even draw a selfie.

The basic proportions of the characters are fine, and the general outline of the facial features is fine, but when you draw them, you feel that something is wrong.

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