Many questions were hidden in Chang Xi's heart, and they continued until the whole painting was completed, but there were still no answers.

Twilight took the painting Chang Xi made for her, looked at it carefully, and was really not satisfied, "Chang Xi, you painted me fat!" ”

"......" Chang Xi stared at the scroll, her thick eyelashes seemed to be falling feathers, and she flapped lightly twice, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

To be honest, I don't really blame him for this.

He has not painted for many years, and some of the characteristics of his painting style still have some ancient styles. For example, in the post-Tang period of Middle-earth, women were mostly fat for beauty......

It seems that in terms of plump posture, he did draw a few more points.

However, he thought it was good-looking.

"No, how can I be so fat! Are you sure the person in the painting is me? Isn't that what a concubine? Twilight was apparently aware of this, gritting her teeth and turning over old accounts.

This is a common problem of women, who are always prone to remembering some old things. Because I care, I will never forget it.

Chang Xi put away the scroll and threw it into the paper cage, with a touch of embarrassment between her eyebrows, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." ”

"How dare you admit that it was someone else?" Twilight's voice suddenly rose a few octaves, almost shattering Chang Leng'er's eardrums outside the door.

Chang Leng'er immediately covered her ears, but her mouth was grinning and laughing silently.

It was the first time he had seen the young lady and the master lose their temper! This jealous look is quite tough!

Inexplicably, a little schadenfreude and very open-minded.

"No, I didn't draw anyone else, it was you." Chang Xi was halfway through her speech when she was interrupted by Twilight's eyes. He paused and compromised, "Why don't I redraw again?" ”

"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why redraw it?" Twilight seemed to be even angrier, pressing forward step by step.

"Then I'll pick it up again?" Chang Xi pointed to the picture scroll that was thrown into the paper cage, and once again compromised with the woman she liked.

"......" Twilight glared at Chang Xi silently, turned around and walked back to his original position, and stood there without speaking. She was about to be hurt by Chang Xi's anger.

This man's level of speech is unique in the world!

Every sentence is along with her, but that sentence is annoying!

For a rare time, Chang Xi's face showed a hint of confusion, and she turned her gaze away, avoiding Twilight's gaze.

He tilted his head slightly, painted seriously, and carved the appearance of twilight on the drawing paper, and every strand of hair was lifelike.

For many years, again and again, there will always be such intimate scenes in my sleep. Today, he has also gotten what he wanted, and he was able to turn his dream into reality.

In a short time, a portrait was made.

Twilight saw that Twilight had put down her pen, like a gust of wind jumping over. She picked up the drawing paper and looked at it repeatedly, and her face changed little by little, "What is this?" ”

She pointed to a little girl with puffed cheeks on the scroll, and blinked, very confused.

This little girl's facial features are hers, but they are different, quite a bit like in cartoons, not real at all.

"This is a Q version hand-drawn." Chang Xi whispered a name.

"Q version hand-drawn?" Twilight recalled it for a while, and it seemed that there really was such a word in her memory, which was a more popular way of painting in human society, and it was not Chang Xi fooling her.

However, what she wants is a beautiful picture, not a Q version hand-painted!

Twilight looked at the pretty little beauty on the paper with her cheeks smeared and her eyes big enough to jump down and swim, and wanted to cry without tears.

Perhaps, is Chang Xi playing with her?

"Chang Xi, I want to paint normal paintings!!" No matter how Twilight thought about it, she felt that Chang Xi was too suspicious, and she was clearly playing tricks on her.

Chang Xi smiled lightly, put away the drawing paper, folded it into the cardboard box on the side, and said, "Then I'll draw another one for you." ”

"Hmm." Twilight walked back to her place for the third time with a straight face. She wanted to know one thing, whether Chang Xi was deliberately bullying her! This man is so unkind.

As it turned out, Twilight's conjecture was not wrong.

Of the dozen or so paintings that followed, none of them were able to satisfy Twilight.

Either the light is too dark or the shadows are too thin. It's not just the wrong pattern of the dress, or there is an inexplicable string of beaded hairpins between her hair, and there is an extra ring carved with an ancient pattern on the ring finger of her right hand......

"Changxi! The color is too dark. ”

"Changxi! The clothes are drawn incorrectly! ”

"Changxi! Who the hell are you turning into!! ”

All morning, Chang Leng'er's ears were about to be washed in blood by the name of his family's great sect master.

He thought to himself, fortunately, it was Miss Twilight who called the name of the Great Sect Master! If this is replaced by other blood clansmen, the Great Sect Master will definitely teach them how to be human beings in minutes!

However, in Miss Twilight's mouth, I think such a title should be a nickname, right? Every call entered the heart of the Great Sect Master.

By noon, Chang Xi had finally drawn a portrait that pleased Twilight.

Twilight picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully, finally relenting and handing it back, "Yes, this is it." ”

Chang Xi took the scroll and ordered, "Leng'er, go mount it." ”

"Yes." Chang Leng'er pushed the door in, slammed the scroll into the tube, and bowed back.

He carried the painting tube out of the mansion to find a master who could frame the painting, and as soon as he walked out of the mansion, he was keenly aware of the smell of blood.

The smell of blood came from a little beggar on the side of the road.

The little beggar had short orange hair, the ends of which were scattered around his ears, and looked clean, not wet and muddy, nor stained with mud.

His facial features and figure were all covered in a black robe, leaving only half of his slender lower lip on the outside of the black robe. There was a small black stain of blood on the lip flap, which coagulated into a scar.

The little beggar seemed to be badly wounded, and he was leaning against a small corner of the street, one leg flat on the ground and the other hunched upward.

From a distance, his palms were soft on his arched knees, and his fingertips occasionally beat twice, as if life was passing, giving people a feeling of weakness and lifelessness.

Chang Leng'er subconsciously glanced at the little beggar, and her eyes paused before turning to leave.

Strange, is it his delusion?

Why did he seem to see the little beggar as if he had seen it, and his lips under the black robe and hat moved slightly, as if he were smiling at him?

Chang Leng'er took a few steps and stopped again.

He deliberately turned to look at the little beggar again, frowned slightly, and was silent. Maybe he was suspicious, that little beggar was a little beggar, and he could toss a hammer?

Chang Leng'er watched for a while, no longer doubted, and turned to leave.

In the corner of the street, a cool breeze blew, gently stirring the little beggar's black robe and hat, revealing that indifferent and sharp face.

At the moment when Chang Leng'er left, the little beggar raised his hand and brushed off the black robe, wiped the corners of his lips stained with black blood scabs with his white fingers, and smiled slowly.