A man sitting on a couch.

Luan Xiaotian glanced at it and cut off his head directly.

What post did Cui Heng say, it seems that Cui Heng said that Nan Yukong would not let her interfere in this matter.

With a change of thought, she shook her hand with the paintbrush twice at the headless figure on the painting, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva by the way.

I thought back to the process of coloring yesterday and took a deep breath, and the process of coloring oil painting should be the same as the process of gouache.

She first took sky blue and paved it with a big color, and then added some trivial small backgrounds, the background was all drawing boards in the studio, and it was a bit troublesome to find perspective.

"Why is it so weird?" No matter how you look at it, it feels awkward, but I can't tell what's weird.

Nan Yukong raised his eyes and glanced at the person in trouble, put down the water cup he had been holding in his hand, and stood in front of the picture with only large color blocks.

One-minute, two-minute, three-minute......

Luan Xiaotian didn't know what he was going to do or when he was going to stand, anyway, he was quite empty-hearted.

"Don't see what's wrong yet?"

Be honest...... She really didn't see it.

Except for the headless, nothing is wrong.

Luan Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders twice, Nan Yukong didn't plan to correct his mistake when he stood next to him, otherwise he would do something.

"This," Nan Yukong pointed to a place that did not belong in the picture, and even the place where the finger was located was not on the drawing board at all.

Luan Xiaotian blinked twice, "What's wrong?" ”

It's a very good painting, it's the 'masterpiece' she painted today.

"The two perspectives you want to find, one point is here, and the other point is this." Nan Yukong pointed to the other side, "Do you know what you did wrong now?" ”

Luan Xiaotian made a sudden realization, "Ao ......"

She shook her head again, "I don't understand. ”

It's true that I don't understand, it's true that perspective is found like that, and it's true that it's not good at drawing.

"Do you see this line?" Nan Yukong's big palm landed on the back of Luan Xiaotian's hand, and his head was slightly lowered just enough to touch her shoulder.

Touching the slight touch, there is a crispy numb and numb general feeling.

"This line here is here, and the other side is the same, you made the wrong first step at the beginning."

Luan Xiaotian nodded his head with a languid look, and realized it later...... Hindsight......

"Why are you using black!!" The background color that she finally finished on, was ruined by a few black lines in thirty minutes!

"Draw another one," Nan Yukong bent down and handed her a new canvas again, "This time the picture is better." ”

The picture is better, and the picture of spoofing Nan Yukong is quite good, and it is so impressive that it is unforgettable.

The second time it was very relaxed, and the color was more than the first time, and the only drawback was that the perspective was wrong.

Nan Yukong let out a long sigh and handed over the water cup that had been covered by himself for more than an hour, "Water, warm." ”

It is indeed lukewarm, a little higher than body temperature.

Luan Xiaotian's heart warmed, "Thank you...... Thank you. ”

"Perspective, practice architectural drafts first." Nan Yukong waited for her to finish drinking, took back the cup, made it back to the sofa, picked up the notebook and pen and started to do it.

The world is caught in the sound of a pencil touching paper.

It's as if that perfect side face is as dazzling as it was born for him.

Luan Xiaotian peeked at it and exhaled cautiously.

It's completely a distraction.

Lowered eyelids that shimmer with a sparkling glow under half-drooping eyelashes.