"Qin Yi, have we met before?"

Lin Mengyi opened the drawing board and looked at this mysterious young man who was wearing a long robe and didn't like to talk, and always felt a sense of déjà vu.

"I said I know, and we were lovers in the last life, would you believe it?"

Qin Yi turned around and asked with an indifferent smile.

"Poof!"

"It's strange to believe you, should you be the White Lady and Xu Xian?"

Lin Mengyi's face flushed, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Are the gardenias blooming in the backyard? Maomao should be almost a year old at this time, right? ”

Qin Yi said slowly.

When Lin Mengyi heard this, the show was full of surprise.

Her yard was full of gardenias, her favorite flowers, and Mao Mao was a golden retriever she raised.

But how did he know?

"Who are you? Sent from home? ”

Lin Mengyi's heart suddenly became nervous, and he asked vigilantly.

"I'm just your friend, a friend who will never hurt you."

Qin Yi said calmly.

Lin Mengyi and Qin Yi looked at each other, and she read a trace of strange feelings from them, firm, guarding, and many meanings that she couldn't understand now.

"I believe in you."

Intuition told Lin Mengyi that a person with such clear eyes would never be a snob in the family.

Lin Mengyi tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly.

At the moment of speaking, the golden sunlight spread from the top of Chaoxia Mountain and sprinkled on Qin Yi's green shirt.

He is like a hermit who came out of the ancient style, unruly and arrogant, exuding the vicissitudes of time precipitation.

It's a mood that can only be experienced in dreams, but it's so real at the moment.

"Don't move!"

The paintbrush in Lin Mengyi's hand flew rapidly, a black and white sketch, accurately floating the ancient and clear figure on the paper.

Ethereal as a fairy!

After the painting was finished, she carefully stored it in the painting folder, and her heart was pounding.

"Gardenia, shall I draw you a portrait?"

"You know, I'm going to hold an exhibition of beautiful live-action drawings next month, and I want to use your shadow as the finale, okay?"

Zhu Zinan walked over, and the gentleman asked with a smile.

Although Lin Mengyi has not been in Yunmei Academy for a long time, she has also visited some of Zhu Zinan's paintings.

But obviously, this Yunmei senior is in vain, and his painting skills are generally not mentioned, and he has invited a lot of celebrities to endorse and build momentum.

is the same as those in the capital, and the hypocrisy is extreme, which makes her feel disgusting.

"Zhu Shao, it's still not good, you see Fei Yan is as beautiful as a fairy, or you should look for her."

Lin Mengyi indifferently refused.

"Xiao Yu, who doesn't know that Zhu Shao is the heart of tomorrow in the art world, if you want to go to his art exhibition, I am afraid that the entire art world will be a sensation, and you will become popular when the time comes."

Liu Li saw that Zhu Zinan was deflated, and persuaded with a smile.

"Yes, do you know how many people want to go to Zhu Shao's art exhibition? Gardenia, this is an opportunity. ”

"Don't let down Zinan's good intentions."

Wei Ping's hints in and out of his words are Zhu Zinan's love for Lin Mengyu.

"I'm sorry, Senior Zhu, I'm not interested in your art exhibition, let's sketch."

The dimples on Lin Mengyi's face flickered, and he looked extremely bored.

One of the four major families in the capital, the eldest lady of the Lin family, really doesn't take Zhu Zinan seriously.

I don't know at school how many beauties want to slap him Zhu Zinan, and even go to bed to curry favor.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mengyu didn't even give face to paint a picture, and Zhu Zinan's face was a little unbearable.

"Xiao Yu, can't you believe my Zhu Zinan's painting skills?"

Zhu Zinan's voice was cold, and he said unhappily.

"Your painting skills don't matter, the point is that you don't deserve to paint for her."

Qin Yi walked closer with his arms crossed, and Zhu Zinan, who was usual, said coldly.

"Damn, I've put up with you for a long time, who the are you, selling it here."

"Lao Tzu is not worthy, are you worthy?"

What kind of character Zhu Zinan is, he was stinky in front of a dirt bun wearing a long shirt, and where to put this face, he went crazy on the spot.

"You're right, I'm the only one in the world who deserves to paint for her!"

"You mortal person is not even worthy of mentioning her name!"

Qin Yi said proudly.

The unruly figure instantly blended perfectly with the man in Lin Mengyi's painting.

Lin Mengyu held her cheeks and was stunned for a while.

"Yo he, wearing a long shirt is a master, who doesn't know that my family Zinan is a young leader in the painting world, can you compare?"

Xiao Feiyan forcibly endured her jealousy, straightened her chest forward, and smiled disdainfully.

"Zhu Shao, if you don't show your hand, show this dirt bun."

Wei Ping snorted coldly.

Zhu Zinan was quite confident in his painting skills, he pondered that Qin Yi was dressed in a rustic robe, and estimated that he was a student of some local chicken schools nearby, how could he compare with him, a master and apprentice.

Isn't abusing him a dish?

Just took this opportunity to slap this kid in the face, so that Lin Mengyi could see who the real talent was.

"Well, boy, don't you look down on me? Let's use Xiao Gardenia as a human model, each painting according to his ability, to see who paints the most realistically? ”

Zhu Zinan asked proudly.

He expected that Qin Yi would not necessarily accept the offer because he was hard-mouthed.

"Good!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Yi agreed to him without thinking about it.

", there's a kind."

"Whoever is going to lose, jump into the stream, think that he is the king of the eight three times, dare to bet?"

Zhu Zinan crossed his hands on his hips and said angrily.

"Hmm!"

Qin Yi still nodded calmly.

"Qin Yi, do you know how to draw?"

Lin Mengyu asked curiously.

"I won't, but I'll draw you better than anyone else!"

Qin Yi said confidently.

"Then, then you compare, I'll be the referee for you, come on."

Lin Mengyu squeezed the little pink fist and said with a firm look in his eyes.

Qin Yi's words were like the most beautiful love words, hitting her heart.

If someone else said this, Lin Mengyi would be disgusted to death, and even powdered each other.

But the mysterious man who came out of the painting, his expression was so attentive and sincere, without the slightest artificiality.

Lin Mengyi was not annoyed at all, but had a little more expectation in his heart.

"Damn, this kid is too sassy, Zhu Shao must slap him in the face and let him see if our Yunmei future No. 1 painter is not blowing."

Qin Yi's appearance of Lao Tzu being the best in the world made Wei Ping's lungs explode.

In their opinion, Qin Yi's provocation is like a beggar holding a dime and standing in front of a millionaire to put up a stinking shelf, Lao Tzu is richer than you.

That feeling can drive people crazy, or if it doesn't dampen his prestige, it's completely unfinished.

"Boy, you just wait to become the king."

Zhu Zinan is best at sketching, spread out the drawing board, made a gesture, and Zhou Xiaojie hurriedly took the sharpened pencil and handed it over.

Lin Mengyi chose a good scene by the stream and sat casually.

"Ten minutes, you'll have to grasp it."

Lin Mengyu smiled playfully, naturally revealing two sweet dimples.