"Design is born of art! If you don't understand art, how can you do design? ”

In the face of Song Huaijin's whimsical words, Ruan Yu felt extremely helpless, and if she knew it, she wouldn't agree, this Song Huaijin's understanding is not as good as a kindergarten child in an early education class.

"Ruan Yu, you teach me to draw! Just teach me how to design clothes, and I want to design a set for you. ”

Ruan Yu seemed to have fallen into a garden made of rainbow marshmallows, the air was actually sweet and fragrant, and there were many unicorns hovering in the sky, this sentence really poked Ruan Yu's girlish heart perfectly. Such a mess of words that touched the terrible, just ask which girl is not moved when she hears it.

"That'...... Well, I'll teach you how to draw, clothes. ”

She hadn't come back to her senses yet, still immersed in the romantic fantasy she had just had.

Paper, pencils, sketchpads, all ready.

"By the way, you said you were going to design clothes for me, did you design men's clothes or women's clothes?"

Ruan Yu asked.

"In your current case, of course it's men's clothing?"

It's like a bolt from the blue.

"The men's clothing you designed, in the end, is not what you put on yourself!"

"Hahahaha, don't worry. I'm kidding, it's definitely a design of women's clothing for you to wear! ”

Song Huaijin replied smartly.

"That's not right, you design women's clothing, it's not just you who can wear it yourself! I don't know when our bodies will be able to change back! ”

……

Designing men's clothing is not good, and women's clothing is not good, which makes Song Huaijin embarrassed.

"I'm just practicing now, do you expect me to be able to design a set of clothes just after I learned it?"

Ruan Yu nodded. Stop.

Ruan Yu patiently taught Song Huaijin to paint, from holding the pen, to arranging lines, and perspective.

Every stroke is a squeeze of his hand. It's like a father holding his child's hand and learning to write.

When Song Huaijin's basic painting skills had been mastered, Ruan Yu sat next to Song Huaijin. Quietly watching him draw.

He picked up the pen and slowly conceived in his mind what Ruan Yu would look like in a dress.

She dances among the flowers. Singing in the steppe at the top of the mountain. The wind blew over the mountain and blew away her straw hat.

The picture is beautiful.

And she looked at him seriously, scribbling on the paper seriously, there was really a trace of serious affection, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

He said that if he wants to design a set of clothes for Ruan Yu, he really doesn't just talk about it. Because Ruan Yu understands him. For her sake, all promises will be fulfilled. His face is gentle and beautiful. Ruan Yu began to feel sleepy, and vaguely, he saw Song Huaijin painting next to her. It was the pink light that hit his face, and he was handsome. Domineering and charming.

Gradually, she fell asleep. She wore a pink dress designed for her by Song Huaijin and danced in the garden.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Ruan Yu smirked in her dream. Song Huaijin glanced at her, shook her head helplessly, and draped the blanket over her body.

……

When I woke up the next day, I looked at Song Huaijin who was sleeping quietly next to him.

Yesterday, was he the one who carried me to the bed? Seeing that she was bigger than Song Huaijin, she had never picked up a man before, the tip of her nose was sour, and she felt very moved.

She walked out of the bedroom, came to the study, and looked at the drawings on the table, which were all clothes designed by Song Huaijin one night. Although the style of painting is strange, but from the surface, his design techniques and original style are also a good work.

Ruan Yu pulled out the stool, sat down on the chair, and began to copy the clothes in Song Huaijin's drawings.

Song Huaijin woke up and saw that Ruan Yu beside him was not there, so he sat up anxiously immediately.

"Ruan Yu?"

"Ruan Yu!"

No one agreed, he got out of bed anxiously looking, passed by the study, and saw Ruan Yu drawing in the study seriously, he quietly walked over, only to see her change all his graffiti into comic-like clothes, he was surprised and moved.

Sure enough, between couples, there are occasionally some small surprises and small touches, what a happy thing.

Seeing him walk to his side, Ruan Yu raised his head, squinted and smiled.

"You're awake."

It was greeted with a hug, the first hug in the morning. Plus a kiss.

"Well...... You didn't brush your teeth. ”

Finish breakfast. The two began to plan their next course of study.

"Let's go, I'll take you to sketch today."

Ruan Yu said happily to Song Huaijin.

It's not so much to go sketching, it's better to say that the two of them went on a date under the guise of sketching.

The two of them came to Riverside Park, which is a small park far from the city, so there are very few tourists here, only a few aunts and uncles who come for a walk in the morning.

But it's an art park where many people come to relax and relax. There are natural forests, natural small rivers, and endless grasslands, and on the far side, there are real estate projects under development. It is far away from the noise of chaos and retains the purity of nature.

"Let's start sketching right here!"

"I've just learned to draw, and you're going to let me do such a difficult homework?"

Song Huaijin looked at Ruan Yu with questioning eyes.

"Pull it down, if you want to do it quickly, you have to speed it up. Besides, if you call painting, you're graffiti! ”

Ruan Yu complained fiercely about Song Huaijin, she put down the bag in her hand, and took out a drawing board, an easel and two small stools from it. He put the canvas on the easel, took out the oil paints, and squeezed them onto the paint pan. Everything is skillful and fast. He is really a famous fashion designer in F City.

"Today's task is to copy this bridge and this river into your painting, there is no difficulty, right?"

"No difficulty? Grandma, are you kidding? At most, I can only draw blue water. ”

Song Huaijin said.

"No, you can. Believe in yourself. ”

Ruan Yu grabbed Song Huaijin's hand, took up a bit of blue-blue paint, diluted it in water, and smeared it on the canvas in a large area. "It's the color of the sky."

Ruan Yu grabbed Song Huaijin's hand while drawing.

Under Ruan Yu's careful guidance, Song Huaijin drew one stroke at a time on the drawing board, dancing with dragons and phoenixes. The vision and prospects have already been sketched.

A blue sky, a green mountain, and green water and green grass. Although it seems simple, it takes a lot of effort to get started.

And the two of them still do it hand in hand, if there is no one-on-one teaching by Ruan Yu's side. Maybe Song Huaijin's painting is the same as the work submitted in his elementary school art homework.

After all, since elementary school, Song Huaijin's father has forced Song Huaijin to engage in business, making him give up the path of art.

"Those who engage in art are poor, and we want to engage in those who engage in art!"

Song Ren's words kept echoing in Song Huaijin's ears.

But now, Song Huaijin, who has a successful business, is being engaged in art, feng shui takes turns, and the retribution that should come will always come.