You can't draw something familiar.

So what to draw?

All he heard was the rustle of the tip of the pen falling on the paper, Ye Weilan dragged his chin and listened to the wind on the island, thinking quietly.

Qin Yuling stared at her face motionlessly.

I always feel that it is a huge loss to look at it less.

This girl's appearance in a daze is very soft and cute.

You can tell from her expression that she cares about what she paints.

If you don't have inspiration, you won't write easily.

This habit is very similar to hers.

There is too much helplessness in reality.

It is difficult for people to choose their lifestyle according to their preferences, and various reasons always force them to be perfunctory.

Very few people can live a chic and wanton life.

A faint trace of sadness drifted through Qin Yuling's clear eyes.

When she was in a daze, Ye Weilan finally settled down on her mind, and she stood up slowly.

Qin Yuling saw that she moved, and also stood up, took her hand and walked to the drawing board, and put the paintbrush in her palm: "Don't worry, take your time." ”

Ye Weilan smiled slightly, touched the drawing board to set the frame, and started to draw.

She draws very slowly, and every stroke has a sense of meticulous carving.

Chu Qin Yuling looked at the drawing board, she didn't see what she was painting at first, but when the first petal took shape, she realized that she was painting a rose.

Rose......

Qin Yuling's long eyelashes trembled, she hadn't seen a rose for a long time.

Ye Weilan depicts a rose, starting from the stamen, with petals spiraling and progressing...... After a while, a vivid rose jumped on the page.

Ye Weilan put down the paintbrush: "Auntie, please give me a blue paintbrush." ”

Qin Yuling gave her the blue brush, and Ye Weilan colored the flowers...... The whole flower turned blue, cool and transparent, as if it was burning with fire, and like flowing ice water, transparent and exquisite, just like the real thing.

Ye Weilan smiled: "I don't know what it will look like when it is drawn, auntie, is it good-looking?" ”

Qin Yuling's eyes fell on the vivid blue rose, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Ye Weilan thought she didn't like it and was a little deflated.

But I heard Qin Yuling say: "It's beautiful." ”

Ye Weilan wanted to ask, "Do you like it or not?" "After all, I didn't ask.

Qin Yuling stroked her hair: "It's not that I don't like it, I just thought of something else...... The baby's drawing style is beautiful. ”

Ye Wei whispered: "I'm the best at drawing people." ”

It's a pity that you can't draw people.

Qin Yuling stroked her soft hair, and her tone had a hint of soft gloom: "My daughter is also very talented in painting, but unfortunately she ...... later."

She never taught her again, and she didn't know if Lan Lan still liked to draw now.

……

"Mommy, is Lan Lan's painting good?"

The little man like snow jade held a paintbrush in her arms, bent his eyes and asked tenderly, his big eyes full of expressions of longing for praise.

……

Qin Yuling's face suddenly turned pale, she covered her heart, and tears burst out of her bright eyes.

"Madame......"

Ye Weilan keenly noticed that her breathing rhythm was wrong, and asked worriedly, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Madame has heart palpitations...... "It was a maid who answered Ye Weilan.

They wanted to help her back to rest, but Qin Yuling shook his head: "No need to ......"

She looked at Ye Weilan's smiling face, and raised her hand to caress her cheek: "It's okay, don't worry." ”

Ye Weilan took her hand with both hands, and the temperature of the contact between her hands strangely soothed the pain.