For a beginner, if you want to embroider, you must first draw an embroidery pattern on a rag, and it is much easier to embroider with a needle according to the drawn picture.

Meow Seventeen thought so, and the round cat pupil looked around the carriage, and her eyes fell on the charcoal on the small table.

This should be the pen that Murong Li used to write annotations when he was reading a book, and it was far better than a brush when he was on the road.

She turned into a human form, took the small charcoal pencil and lay on the small table and began to draw cats one by one—

Yes, Murong Li said that she wanted a tiger, but she drew a cat.

Why did he say that if he wanted a tiger, she would embroider a tiger for him, she didn't, anyway, wait for the cat to embroider and then draw a king character on the cat's head, she felt that in addition to an extra word on her forehead, the tiger was obviously the same as their cat, and she didn't accept rebuttal.

Meow Seventeen, who draws with his heart, doesn't think it's difficult to draw cats at all.

She said to herself, "I live with cats every day, isn't it a piece of cake to draw cats?" ”

However, when she finished the painting smoothly, she looked at the "cat" with crooked lines on the rag, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that this was what she had drawn!

It's just terrible!

She rubbed her eyes with her little hand in disbelief and looked again, the rag was still the deformed monster cat, she threw the charcoal on the table, her back bent, her eyes empty, and the whole cat fell into confusion.

How could she...... So bad?

Unexpectedly, the slight movement of her throwing charcoal woke up Murong Li in the small space, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

Cold and sharp eyes fell on Meow Seventeen, he rubbed his eyebrows, and his eyes slowly softened.

"What's wrong?"

You look so depressed that you can't do it, who provoked you, huh?

Just after asking, Murong Li found a rag on the table, and his eyes suddenly fell on the rag.

Meow Seventeen, who came back to his senses when he heard his voice, found out where he was looking, his spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly grabbed the rags as fast as lightning, and hid behind him with a cover of it, "It's nothing, it's nothing." ”

Although she hid quickly, it was a pity that Murong Li's eyes were faster.

He could see what was on the rags.

At first glance, he didn't recognize what it was, but after she hid the rags, he sketched the picture he had just seen in his mind, and suddenly fell silent.

He figured he guessed what it was.

He couldn't help but laugh and pretend to be casual, "You painted yourself?" ”

Meow Seventeen's fingers clutching the rags stiffened.

She looked at Murong Li with complicated eyes, and for a while she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Happily, he recognized at a glance that she painted herself, it seems that she painted very vividly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to recognize it no matter how smart he is!

And the sad and angry thing is that she admits that she is really ugly and ugly, but he even pointed to such an ugly cat without blinking and said that it was her, is she so ugly in his eyes?

Looking at each other, in silence, Murong Li was surprised to understand her entanglement at the moment from Meow Seventeen's complicated and angry eyes.

He tried to hold back a smile.

His bony fingers picked up the charcoal on the table and played with it, and said to her, "Do you have a misunderstanding of your own beauty, huh?" Obviously so beautiful, how can you deliberately paint yourself so ugly, so modest, so modest that I can't stand it - bring me the cloth, I'll redraw it for you. ”