The bright sunshine becomes hotter and hotter as time passes.

Mu Danchen leaned against the thick trunk of the verdant pine tree, using his thighs as a fulcrum, tilted the ink-colored painting clip back at a 45-degree angle, and pinched a charcoal pen in the tips of his slender fingers.

He kept repeating the action of raising his head and lowering his head in an alternating cycle, half-squinting his bright and divine eyes, and carefully described the simple and beautiful scenery in front of him as he saw in his focused eyes.

On the 16-open beige paper, the deep and shallow, long and short, one stroke by one, the "brush brush" underground pen like a god, soon outlined the radiant nature, the vigorous and thriving beautiful scenery.

If you look closely into the painting, you will find that there is a small piece of unobtrusive white space in the lower left side of the beautiful ink-colored landscape.

This blank space can be or may not be available in the whole beautiful landscape painting.

In fact, this is a small blank left by Mu Danchen intentionally, because this is one of his thoughts.

He deeply hoped that one day, he would be able to hold hands with her, snuggle up to each other, and enjoy the light of the rising sun.

At that time, he would definitely embrace her gently in his warm arms, and rub the top of her black hair dotingly with his thin chin.

In the dazzling brilliance, he will kiss her soft lips with sincerity, toss and suck on the fullness, leaning on the lips and teeth, and dancing with her lips and tongue, that is true happiness.

He turned his head slightly, his eyebrows condensed with affection, and looked at Luo Yi, who was about half a meter away from him.

Now she is still keeping a friend distance from him. No, it should be said, it's a shame to be better than a friend.

He was sure that she also had a crush on him. But this kind of good feeling is obviously not enough for him, far from enough.

His burning gaze stayed on her as she was relaxed and relaxed.

At this moment, she is indulging in the bright scenery in front of her, her fingertips are holding ink-colored charcoal pens, and she is carefully sketching the landscape painting that has begun to take shape on the paper.

Her delicate cheeks, as delicate as porcelain, were refracted by the golden light of the morning sun with an extraordinarily smooth and transparent luster, which seemed so bright, so soft, and so elegant and noble, which made him so fascinated.

Reluctantly retracting the gaze that was glued to her face, he clenched the charcoal pen on his fingertips again, and traced and traced more delicately on the original lines of the paper.

When he painted the hazy clouds and sunlight, he stretched out his tail finger and gently rubbed the ink-colored lines, blending in dark or light tones, making the whole beautiful painting instantly add a more flexible charm.

From top to bottom, his tail fingers gently rubbed against lines of different thicknesses. He paused as it swam happily down to the small white space on the lower left.

He wanted to be able to fill in the blank space now, but he was scared in his heart, and accidentally let Luo Yi find out.

At this moment, he can only endure the commotion of his fingertips, suppress the desire in his heart, and plan to use the lunch break to quietly depict and add it.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips lightly, continuing to blend the pine leaves.

Luo Yi finally put down the charcoal pen with satisfaction, she carefully studied the painting in her hand, the corners of her slightly curled lips lifted slightly, and a shallow smile bloomed.

Mu Danchen, who was looking at the six roads and listening to all directions, saw the light smile on the corner of her lips as soon as her eyes turned.

He moved the PP closer to her and poked his head in.

"Well, that's a nice drawing."

His slender index finger stroked his chin, admiring her freshly baked essay landscape.

"Luo Yi, your basic skills are very solid."

Looking at her with a smile, he gave her a thumbs up.

Luo Yi looked back at his handsome face and smiled quietly.

But in her watery eyes, a ripple called pleasure spread out in circles.

There is also the slightly curved crescent moon, leaving only a gap that curves into a small arc, which is very beautiful.

"Luo Yi, you must have loved drawing since you were a child, right?"

Her nod made him smile brightly:

"Is it your family that doesn't limit what you have to learn from a young age? Your paintings can give people a very lively feeling, and the paintings are very realistic. ”

His words made her smile of memory, very sweet:

"Yes, they all let me paint freely, and never told me that the painting here is not good enough, and the painting there is not perfect. They never look at children's graffiti from an adult's point of view. They would often encourage me to observe more, and when I had a good outline in my mind, I would draw it slowly. ”

Thinking of her father, who loved her the most, the smile on the corner of her lips deepened:

"My dad kept every painting I ever painted. He also made a special bookshelf, and organized the paintings neatly according to my age, and took them out from time to time to look at them, and told me where I had made progress. ”

With a smile, she brushed away her shiny black hair that had fallen.

is so full of warmth and affection, Mu Danchen likes it very much.

Seeing her like this, the depth of his eyes became more distant, more like stars.

In the short time that they got along so easily, he saw the countless firsts, so many firsts, every first time, every first time, that she never easily showed in front of people, could make him throb deeply and fall for it.

He just hopes to be able to guard her without such a cold and indifferent her, hold her warm and dissolved little hand, and go on together like this until he forgets time.

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