Qiao Qiu stood aside and waited, she didn't go to see how Gao Meng painted, but she couldn't help but think about it in her heart.

Think about how she painted, whether she painted herself or not.

Qiao Qiu's heart was up and down, he couldn't concentrate on painting at all, and the situation was even more chaotic than when he first came to know that Gao Meng was the person he loved.

At that time, at least she could still pick up a paintbrush to paint, but now, she can't paint at all when she picks up a paintbrush.

Gao Meng started to write, this time it was the same as the last time, and there were a lot of fragmentary pictures in his mind, but this time it was a little blurry, not so clear.

Gao Meng refined it according to his own understanding, and depicted the facial features and costumes of the characters.

After a difficult hour, Qiao Qiu felt that he had waited for a long century.

Gao Meng finally finished drawing.

Qiao Qiu walked over with an uneasy heart, and his eyes widened instantly.

The simple dress is still sky blue, and the character's headdress has also changed its hairstyle, which is closer to the dress of a civilian young woman.

This is the clothes she wore when they paid a private visit.

Gao Meng hesitated, took out a picture from his painting, gave it to Qiao Qiu, and said, "Qiuqiu, this is what I painted...... However, I don't have any thoughts about him. ”

When he said this, Gao Meng didn't believe it. When facing these pictures, she clearly felt the tenderness that emerged in her heart.

Qiao Qiu took it and saw that it was a picture of a young man in white sitting at a stone table drinking, and the moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a fairy.

This is what she looked like in the life when she crossed over to become a man.

Even the temperament is not bad.

Qiao Qiu's vision gradually blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

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To be changed.

Qiao Qiu stood aside and waited, she didn't go to see how Gao Meng painted, but she couldn't help but think about it in her heart.

Think about how she painted, whether she painted herself or not.

Qiao Qiu's heart was up and down, he couldn't concentrate on painting at all, and the situation was even more chaotic than when he first came to know that Gao Meng was the person he loved.

At that time, at least she could still pick up a paintbrush to paint, but now, she can't paint at all when she picks up a paintbrush.

Gao Meng started to write, this time it was the same as the last time, and there were a lot of fragmentary pictures in his mind, but this time it was a little blurry, not so clear.

Gao Meng refined it according to his own understanding, and depicted the facial features and costumes of the characters.

After a difficult hour, Qiao Qiu felt that he had waited for a long century.

Gao Meng finally finished drawing.

Qiao Qiu walked over with an uneasy heart, and his eyes widened instantly.

The simple dress is still sky blue, and the character's headdress has also changed its hairstyle, which is closer to the dress of a civilian young woman.

This is the clothes she wore when they paid a private visit.

Gao Meng hesitated, took out a picture from his painting, gave it to Qiao Qiu, and said, "Qiuqiu, this is what I painted...... However, I don't have any thoughts about him. ”

When he said this, Gao Meng didn't believe it. When facing these pictures, she clearly felt the tenderness that emerged in her heart.

Qiao Qiu took it and saw that it was a picture of a young man in white sitting at a stone table drinking, and the moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a fairy.

This is what she looked like in the life when she crossed over to become a man.

Even the temperament is not bad.

Qiao Qiu's vision gradually blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Qiao Qiu stood aside and waited, she didn't go to see how Gao Meng painted, but she couldn't help but think about it in her heart.

Think about how she painted, whether she painted herself or not.

Qiao Qiu's heart was up and down, he couldn't concentrate on painting at all, and the situation was even more chaotic than when he first came to know that Gao Meng was the person he loved.

At that time, at least she could still pick up a paintbrush to paint, but now, she can't paint at all when she picks up a paintbrush.

Gao Meng started to write, this time it was the same as the last time, and there were a lot of fragmentary pictures in his mind, but this time it was a little blurry, not so clear.

Gao Meng refined it according to his own understanding, and depicted the facial features and costumes of the characters.

After a difficult hour, Qiao Qiu felt that he had waited for a long century.

Gao Meng finally finished drawing.

Qiao Qiu walked over with an uneasy heart, and his eyes widened instantly.

The simple dress is still sky blue, and the character's headdress has also changed its hairstyle, which is closer to the dress of a civilian young woman.

This is the clothes she wore when they paid a private visit.

Gao Meng hesitated, took out a picture from his painting, gave it to Qiao Qiu, and said, "Qiuqiu, this is what I painted...... However, I don't have any thoughts about him. ”

When he said this, Gao Meng didn't believe it. When facing these pictures, she clearly felt the tenderness that emerged in her heart.

Qiao Qiu took it and saw that it was a picture of a young man in white sitting at a stone table drinking, and the moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a fairy.

This is what she looked like in the life when she crossed over to become a man.

Even the temperament is not bad.

Qiao Qiu's vision gradually blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Qiao Qiu stood aside and waited, she didn't go to see how Gao Meng painted, but she couldn't help but think about it in her heart.

Think about how she painted, whether she painted herself or not.

Qiao Qiu's heart was up and down, he couldn't concentrate on painting at all, and the situation was even more chaotic than when he first came to know that Gao Meng was the person he loved.

At that time, at least she could still pick up a paintbrush to paint, but now, she can't paint at all when she picks up a paintbrush.

Gao Meng started to write, this time it was the same as the last time, and there were a lot of fragmentary pictures in his mind, but this time it was a little blurry, not so clear.

Gao Meng refined it according to his own understanding, and depicted the facial features and costumes of the characters.

After a difficult hour, Qiao Qiu felt that he had waited for a long century.

Gao Meng finally finished drawing.

Qiao Qiu walked over with an uneasy heart, and his eyes widened instantly.

The simple dress is still sky blue, and the character's headdress has also changed its hairstyle, which is closer to the dress of a civilian young woman.

This is the clothes she wore when they paid a private visit.

Gao Meng hesitated, took out a picture from his painting, gave it to Qiao Qiu, and said, "Qiuqiu, this is what I painted...... However, I don't have any thoughts about him. ”

When he said this, Gao Meng didn't believe it. When facing these pictures, she clearly felt the tenderness that emerged in her heart.

Qiao Qiu took it and saw that it was a picture of a young man in white sitting at a stone table drinking, and the moonlight sprinkled on his body, like a fairy.

This is what she looked like in the life when she crossed over to become a man.

Even the temperament is not bad.

Qiao Qiu's vision gradually blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

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