Gift? Ye Xiuzhu's eyes fell, thinking about the long box that he had gently put aside.

"Is that it?"

"Hmm." Wen Wen nodded his head, then picked up the wooden box and handed it to Ye Xiuzhu, "Here you go." ”

Ye Xiuzhu turned the box and stroked the box a few times with love, and then looked up at gentleness, "Can I open it now?" ”

They hadn't seen each other for a month, and when they met again, she burst into the door in the middle of the night, and she had prepared a gift for him.

He thought that no matter what she sent, it was a treasure that he would cherish immensely in his life.

The box was carefully opened, revealing its contents.

Ye Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, looked up at Gentle again, and asked uncertainly: "Is it a painting?" ”

"Hmm."

"It's ...... What the? In fact, another answer was already coming out, but he was still a little unsure.

"You." A pair of gentle eyes looked at Ye Xiuzhu with sparkling eyes, but it was obvious that she was already drunk, wasn't she.

If it was really a "honey sword", Ye Xiuzhu felt that he had been shot with a sword in the hall, and the person holding the sword was gentle.

"Me." His voice was already a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to touch the three paintings in the box lovingly.

"Can I open the painting?"

"For you."

"Hmm."

Ye Xiuzhu picked up a painting at random, and then slowly opened it, this painting happened to be the first painting that was gently put into this box.

"It's not a good picture." Gentle suddenly spoke, "There's even better, you see cutting something else." ”

Ye Xiuzhu stopped the hand that was gentle and wanted to cover it, and looked at her: "No, it's good, I like it very much." ”

That day he taught her to paint, that is, in less than an hour or two, he clearly knew how much his level was, and obviously the painting in his hand was much higher than the level of the previous painting, that is, she went back and practiced a lot, and she practiced for a long time.

Just thinking of her in his room, drawing him over and over again, he almost felt that his life was complete.

Hearing this, she paused gently and withdrew her hand, but she still seemed to feel that the painting in her hand was not good enough, and continued: "Then you can look at the other ones." ”

They're better than the painting in your hand.

Gentle wanted to say this, but Ye Xiuzhu said that he liked it very much.

"Okay." Ye Xiuzhu cherished the painting in his hand first, and then went to look at the other two paintings.

It just so happens that the order in which he takes is the order in which he gently puts the paintings, that is, the paintings he looks at are better than the other.

Every time he looked at a painting, Ye Xiuzhu felt that he had been poured a mouthful of hot soup, which warmed his whole body.

"It's all good, I like it all."

When he taught her to draw that day, he could sense that she wasn't good at it. But the painting in my hand is really good, not just because I love the house and Wu, but really beautiful.

Not a single stroke of the brush can be seen to have been honed countless times, and this is completely the result of practice making perfect.

She drew him over and over again while he didn't know it.

Just think about it......

"Why did you draw me?" Ye Xiuzhu asked.

"I'm going to give you a painting, I promised."

It was not the expected answer, but it still made Ye Xiuzhu feel happy.

yes, she said she was going to give him a painting.

"And ......"

And?

Ye Xiuzhu looked up at gentleness suddenly.

"And what?"

He couldn't tell what he was expecting, because that expectation was almost delusional......

But even so, he couldn't help but look forward to it.