After Miao Miao came back from eating outside, she didn't go back to the dormitory, but went directly to the embroidery room.

Seeing the embroidery damaged by Mo Han again, her heart still couldn't help but throb.

After putting so much effort into herself, she didn't understand why Mo Han was so domineering. If you don't let her embroider, you ruin her embroidery.

She didn't understand, what happened to her embroidery?

Why don't you let yourself embroider?

The more Miao Miao thought about it, the more sad she felt, and she took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions.

No matter how sad she was, she didn't want to give up embroidery.

What's more, these embroideries have a special meaning for her.

There is still some time before the opening of the embroidery art festival, and it may be too late to re-embroider one yourself.

Thinking of this, Miao Miao took out another piece of embroidery from the cabinet, and she had to sketch the lion picture again.

However, she was not very good at Chinese painting, and she was busy for more than an hour, but she still did not draw the lion picture.

Looking at the pile of embroidery materials on the table that had been discarded by herself, Miao Miao was suddenly deflated.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

In the huge embroidery room, only Miao Miao is busy alone.

It should be said that in the entire teaching test area, only the light in the embroidery room is still on.

Zhuge Qingyu had already helped her once, and this time, Miao Miao was embarrassed to ask him for help again. What's more, there is also a calligraphy and painting exhibition in this art festival, and the school has also assigned him a lot of tasks.

Miao Miao sat at the desk, her hands on her chin, and was stunned for a long time. Only then did she come to her senses and take a deep breath.

After calming her restless heart, she picked up the brush again and began to make embroidery drawings.

But more than ten minutes later, she gave up the embroidery again.

This lion is similar to the type of gongbi painting, and she can't draw the hair part of the lion's head well.

With one careless stroke, the whole lion is deformed.

Miao Miao was very irritable, ripped off the embroidery in front of her, and threw it into the trash again.

"Alas!"

In the quiet embroidery room, only a heavy sigh was heard from her.

At this time, a black shadow flashed by the window, and Mo Han appeared in the embroidery room.

Although it was not the first time that he had changed like this, Miao Miao was still taken aback.

Seeing Mo Han, her face instantly turned cold.

"What are you doing?" She questioned dissatisfiedly, and then put away the specimen of the sketch that Zhuge Qingyu had made for herself on the desk.

"It's so late, you're still here." Mo Han asked. Then he looked at the trash can filled with discarded embroidery, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"Thank you!" Miao Miao didn't give him a good look.

Mo Han walked over, picked up the embroidery in the trash can, and unfolded it to see: "This is a painting panda?" ”

Hearing this, Miao Miao almost jumped up in anger!

She lashed out at him like he did, without explanation.

It's true that the level of self-painting is not very good, but it's not enough to draw a lion as a panda.

"Let's go, you're not welcome here." Miao Miao coldly gave the order to evict the guest.

Mo Han's face changed, and a thin layer of anger was dyed in his eyes. But when I thought of Zhu Huaqiang's words, I secretly endured it.

"That's how you like embroidery?" He asked.

Speaking of embroidery, Miao Miao couldn't help but think of what happened this afternoon, and her face suddenly became extremely dissatisfied.

"Can't you?" Miao Miao retorted, her tone was very unkind: "I'll tell you, what I'm going to do has nothing to do with you, and you are not qualified to take care of me." ”

There are lessons from the past, so at this moment, Miao Miao couldn't help but warn again.

"Embroidery this road, I will always go on!" Miao Miao said categorically.

Mo Han looked at Miao Miao, and in an instant, the long-standing memories in his mind began to churn.

The stubborn appearance of the person in front of him slowly merged with the appearance in his memory.

Mo Han's eyes actually revealed a touch of nostalgia.

Zhuge said that everything was already doomed.

At this moment, the originally firm belief in my heart couldn't help but be a little shaken.

He didn't know if he shouldn't stop her.

After all, embroidery has always been a hobby that she has incorporated into her life.

Unstoppable.

Mo Han was immersed in his own thoughts, and did not pick up Miao Miao's words. After a moment, he walked to the desk and snatched the brush from Miao Miao's hand.

Miao Miao was shocked: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Let me." Mo Han said lightly.

Miao Miao was a little confused, and her intuition told her that Mo Han's behavior was still ill-intentioned.

After all, he is very resolute in his opposition to his embroidery!

"Give me back the brush." Miao Miao said, reaching over to grab it.

Seeing this, Mo Han instinctively raised his hand to the side, and Miao Miao's hand also chased after him.

But she still pounced, and at this time, she leaned forward, and suddenly her center of gravity was unstable and she planted herself on the ground.

Miao Miao was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

In a hurry, she tried to reach out and hold on to the desk, but she couldn't hold it firmly.

Seeing that she was about to make contact with the ground, Miao Miao closed her eyes in fright.

At this time, Mo Han hurriedly dragged Miao Miao, and then pulled her into his arms.

His hand wrapped his arms around her waist.

Miao Miao shook her senses and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

But when she felt Mo Han's scorching body temperature, her heart, which had just relaxed, was panicked and boiling again.

cheeks, followed by redness.

In the next second, she pushed Mo Han away fiercely.

"Get out!" Miao Miao was annoyed and angry.

Mo Han looked at her, gritted his teeth, and chose to be silent.

He retracted his gaze, spread out the embroidery on the table, then picked up the specimen of the sketch that Miao Miao had just lost on the ground and placed it beside him, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and began to sketch on the embroidery.

Miao Miao was really a little surprised by his behavior.

So much so that he didn't even react for a while.

What is he doing here?

Do you want to help you draw your own embroidery?

Thinking of this, Miao Miao still couldn't believe it.

She hurriedly stepped forward, and suddenly couldn't help but widen her eyes.

After such a while, I saw that he had completely drawn the lion's head on the embroidery.

The lines are sleek and the size is appropriate.

Lifelike and perfect.

At this time, Miao Miao couldn't help but glance at Mo Han suspiciously. She never expected that his painting attainments would be so high.

Watching him concentrate on drawing the embroidery, Miao Miao's eyes sank slightly, and her heart couldn't help but be a little complicated.

Just when she was stunned, Mo Han had already quickly drawn a picture of a lion on the embroidery.

He put away his pen: "It's done." ”

Miao Miao came back to her senses and looked at the desk, only to see the lion picture vividly printed on the embroidery. Every hair is very clear. Moreover, the whole picture looks more perfect than the specimen.

is just a picture drawn in white, Miao Miao seems to feel the domineering spirit of the king who stands proudly on the top of the mountain and looks down on the world.

Majestic, natural.

At this time, she couldn't help but think that if Mo Han finished painting this work, it would probably be a rare masterpiece.

"Where did this sketch come from?" Mo Han sighed.

When he was painting this work just now, he could feel the different domineering in it, and this kind of design composition is by no means something that ordinary people can draw.

was asked like this, and Miao Miao's expression crossed a strange look.

"What does it have to do with you?" She retorted.

"If you don't say it, I can find out!" Mo Han frowned.

"I know you're amazing, you go check it!" Miao Miao's expression was full of dissatisfaction, and she muttered in a low voice: "Don't think that if you help me draw the embroidery, I will thank you!" ”