Previously, Twilight had never made a similar request to Chang Xi, and Chang Xi had never taken the initiative to paint a portrait of her.

Now, the world of human beings is ever-changing, and all kinds of high-tech have been popularized among the people, such as cameras, mobile phones, video cameras, all kinds of beautiful pictures, PS software, where can you still use portraits?

Twilight thinks about it and finds that many of the good memories between her and Changxi come from many years ago.

At that time, the world was vast, full of the beauty of mountains, rivers and lakes, and their blood people could spread their wings and soar freely, enjoy the beauty of the world, and enjoy the unique tranquility of the world......

Today, that's not the case.

For a while, Chang Xi was speechless by Twilight.

He didn't know what was going on outside and why he suddenly became so dependent on him, he only knew that such a clingy little Li'er really entered his heart, tempted him, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Leng'er, prepare pen and ink." Chang Xi commanded. With that, he rolled up his sleeves, pulled Twilight into his arms, and closed the door.

"Yes, master." Chang Leng'er appeared from the darkness with the medicine box and bowed in the direction of the room. He scratched his hair, not knowing why.

Strange!

Their young lady has always been normal, why did they change as soon as they returned to the house? However, looking at the appearance of the great sect master, it doesn't seem to be very annoying, and it seems that he still likes it a little!

The relationship between a man and a woman is so fickle and incomprehensible!

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It didn't take long for Chang Leng'er to think that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready.

He stood at the door and knocked on the door, and couldn't help but raise his head, look at the deep beams of the corridor, and secretly think: What should I do? It's all at this point in time, shouldn't it disturb the reunion of the master and the young lady?

"Enter." There was a command from inside the room, and his tone was flat, and his tone was as usual, and nothing unusual could be heard. Maybe everything is fine.

"Yes, master." Chang Leng'er pushed open the door of the house and walked into the house with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

He was surprised to find that after a while, Twilight had already pulled Chang Xi to change into new clothes, and the two of them were sitting at the desk.

What's going on? Could it be that it is really a portrait? Obedient......

Chang Leng'er hurriedly took two quick steps, laid out the drawing paper, and began to study the ink.

In his impression, his master's painting skills are superb, not losing to the world's national players, but it is extremely rare to paint. The few paintings that have survived are more than 1,000 years old and have been kept in museums of the human world.

As for the exquisite paintings designed and developed in Zongheng Group, most of them are for commercial use, and they are rarely sincere.

In his opinion, beauty is beautiful, but lacking a soul, his master is afraid that he has only done his best and is absent-minded.

After the thick ink melted, a faint fragrance of book and ink wafted in the room, filling the room.

Chang Xi waved her sleeves and motioned for Chang Leng'er to step back, "No need to wait." ”

Probably, he expected that Twilight was a little abnormal today, and in order to avoid Twilight Li's gaffe, he simply blasted Chang Leng'er out.

"Yes, master." Chang Leng'er bowed and withdrew from the door.

He did not leave, but stood at the door of the room waiting for orders. Of course, there is also a little bit of caution on his part, planning to hear what Twilight and Changxi will say.

Sometimes, it is a pleasure in life to peek into the secrets of the masters. You can gossip secretly when you are bored.

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In the study, there was a sound of tables and chairs moving around, and there was a lot of movement.

Twilight sat in the chair, uncomfortable and irritable, "Does Benjue look good?" ”

"Beautiful." Chang Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were as light as cold water, and he glanced at him.

When Twilight heard this, he immediately changed his position, turned sideways, raised his chin up, supported him lightly with one hand, and asked him, "Does Benjue look good like this?" ”

Chang Xi slowly lowered her eyes, like the tide covered by the fallen leaves, and her words were not slow, "It's beautiful." ”

After receiving the compliment, Twilight immediately changed her posture again, "What about this? Isn't it beautiful to drift like this? Do you like it or not? ”

With such a torture that hit the soul directly, Rao is Changxi couldn't stand it a little.

Chang Xi was standing at another table, carrying a brush, ready to paint for Twilight. However, Twilight always kept asking him, distracting him.

He also had a little bit of a puzzle, guessing the reason why Twilight Li asked her to paint, but what the villain he liked wanted to do, he just stayed with him.

With a tick, a drop of black ink fell from the tip of the velvet pen.

A few strands of flowing hair appeared on the white drawing paper, and along the hair, there were simple outlines, finely drawn facial features, and beautiful eyebrows......

Chang Xi held the brush and slowly outlined the figure of the woman in her heart, with a graceful posture and an elegant and noble temperament.

Even without the figure of the woman herself, his brushstrokes are still elegant and soft, like flowing water, as if splashing ink, all in one go.

However, that woman was always unwilling to be left out in the cold, and again and again disturbed his heart and disturbed his peace.

He had no choice but to respond one by one.

"Changxi, should I stand in front?" The woman took another step forward.

In fact, the woman's shadow has gone out of the scope of Chang Xi's pen and ink, but his answer is: "Okay." ”

"Changxi, my hair seems to be messed up." The woman disobediently walked up to him and pointed to the hair that flew to his sideburns.

Chang Xi put down the brush, gently brushed the woman's hair, and said, "It's not messy." ”

"I don't seem to be wearing rouge? Where's your rouge? The woman didn't wait for him to reply, but ran to the small cabinet beside the bed.

Although Chang Xi was helpless, she had to stop painting and reminded: "The rouge is in the second drawer and the third small grid." ”

Hehe, he's probably crazy.

How could there be rouge in a man's room? It's just that I specially prepared it for this woman.

Fortunately, I prepared in advance, otherwise I would have swept away the woman's interest and made the woman unhappy.

In Chang Xi's sight, after the woman was smeared with rouge, she was indeed good, and she was incomprehensibly beautiful.

He flicked his sleeves, opened the color ink cartridge, and changed to a little wolf brush specially used to depict colors, dipped in colorful colored ink, carefully depicting the beauty of women.

"Chang Xi, have you finished painting? Is it good-looking? ”

"I don't think my complexion is good, do you want to change to a sunny place?"

"Or is it still a bit of a shadow? I see that they are very fond of shadowing when drawing, and they seem to be very artistic. ”

The woman kept talking, as if she was afraid that the 'she' on the drawing paper would not look good and annoy the eyes of others.

Chang Xi listened to the left sentence and the right sentence, occasionally lost his mind slightly, was stunned for a few seconds, and then continued to paint.

There was a little annoyance buried in his heart, did anyone say something gossip? Otherwise, why would her little divorce suddenly be so abnormal?