Ling Qi threw the schoolbag on the sofa, took out the two cups of Luckin he had just brought up from the paper bag, stepped forward and handed Qin Lou a cup, and after holding a cup, his eyes fell on the drawing paper of the easel in front of Qin Lou.

The above few simple strokes have outlined the shape of the cylinder and the triangle.

"Teacher Qin, I didn't expect you to be able to draw."

"It's just a boring hobby."

Qin Lou said lightly, but Ling Qi obviously didn't believe it.

However, it is no wonder that Ling Qi does not believe it, because Qin Lou is best at drawing people.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw a tiger well, and this is especially true for drawing people.

Many painters can draw figures that are very similar, but have no soul.

And Qin Lou's painting does not start from the appearance, but the soul.

But his paintings never sell.

Even if someone once bid as much as 100 million, he didn't sell it.

After Qin Lou finished speaking, seeing that Ling Qi didn't speak for a while, he turned his head to see what she was meditating on, and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

"What are you thinking you wouldn't have?"

"A lot!"

"For example?"

"Have a baby!"

"......" you won.

Five years of prison life made Ling Qi feel that even the most difficult things were nothing.

But today she realized that she was wrong, because she found that this painting was really a difficult thing to do, and a big deal!

Because she didn't know why the geometry she had composed was crooked?

At first, Ling Qi thought it was a problem of angle, so she pulled the easel and ran around the house.

Then she found out that it was not, it was her own problem.

After Ling Qi found the problem, he was determined to correct it.

As the saying goes, there is nothing difficult in the world, only those who are afraid of it.

But after changing and changing, Ling Qi drew for almost an hour, and the paper was almost wiped out by her with an eraser, and when she was still drawing crookedly, Ling Qi gave up and didn't recognize the fact that she was really not the material for painting!

Just as Ling Qi was hanging his head and thinking about how to open his mouth to say goodbye to Qin Lou, he suddenly felt a warm hand holding the pencil on the drawing paper.

Looking up, she saw a hand that looked like a work of art clasping her hand.

And this hand is Qin Lou's hand.

When she tilted her head to look at Qin Lou, Qin Lou's two deep eyes were tightly pressed at the geometric figure placed in front of her.

In the light, his astonishing cheeks magnified before her eyes.

His face was focused and serious, which made Ling Qi feel a little restrained.

Because it was the first time she was so close to Qin Tower.

It was so close that she subconsciously wanted to back down.

And she did.

It's just that the action hasn't been made yet, Qin Lou said: "Don't look at me, look at the front and the pen." ”

Ling Qi, who wanted to retreat, instinctively looked forward after hearing Qin Lou's words.

And at this moment, Qin Lou held her hand and gently sketched it on the paper with an animation pen.

But because she was tense, she held the pencil very tightly in her hand, and Qin Lou, who felt this, said: "Relax, hold the pencil, and follow my strength." ”

"Hmm."

Ling Qi responded, took a deep breath, and then tried to hand over his own to Qin Lou, oh no, it was his own hand to Qin Lou.

Qin Lou held her hand and sketched on the paper, and said: "I let you learn painting, not to let you become an artist, so you don't have to treat it as a chore, you don't have talent if you don't do well, it doesn't matter if you don't have talent, as long as you experience the fun, treat it as a fun, you will be a little easier." ”

Ling Qi: "I understand, but the cylinder I painted has always been crooked, so I feel very disappointed that you have specially arranged everything for me." ”。

Qin Lou held Ling Qi's hand for a moment, turned his head to look at Ling Qi and said, "But I'm willing!" ”