The dishes in the evening were rich, but he didn't eat much.

Xu Ruyi watched a new movie and told him about it with relish at the table.

Xu Nuan listened quietly.

Only then did he know that the little girl around him was so lively and active.

When telling the story, her expression is rich and exaggerated, as if she is recreating a movie.

After eating, Xu Nuan watched her clean up the dishes and chopsticks and enter the kitchen.

Thinking of the last time she cut her hand, Xu Nuan stepped forward.

His slightly hoarse voice was magnetic, "I'll come." ”

Xu Ruyi looked flattered, "How can this be!" The young master's hands are used to paint! How can you wash the dishes? No, no, no! ”

She pushed him away resolutely, and closed the door, keeping him out.

Xu Nuan could only hear the sound of water inside.

He stood in the doorway, and I don't know how long it took for him to see her come out.

Xu Ruyi raised his head and looked at him guarding the door with some surprise.

"Young Master?"

Seeing her come out, Xu Nuan turned around directly and walked outside.

……

When he went to bed at night, as soon as he lay down, her figure automatically appeared in his mind.

It's not about love and love, it's just that in his world, what can bring inspiration to him, he wants to draw it as soon as possible.

However, after being depressed for a day, Xu Nuan couldn't do what he wanted like before.

At this time, he couldn't sleep at all.

The first insomnia made him keep tossing and turning.

In the end, Xu Nuan still got up.

He went to the studio lightly, trying to draw her while no one was around, and then quietly tear it up.

In this way, the matter will not be put on hold forever and he will be depressed because he can't achieve it.

When I arrived at the door of the studio, I saw a glimmer of light shining from the bottom of the door.

Xu Nuan's eyebrows narrowed slightly.

There was no way he had forgotten to turn off the lights. Because he will do a fixed thing every day, and less than one will make him feel uneasy.

Well, there's someone in there.

Who is it?

Xu Nuan's hand rested on the handle and twisted it slightly.

In the studio, it was as bright as day.

There was a small figure standing in front of the drawing board.

Xu Ruyi was standing there intently, and he didn't even notice him coming in.

A trace of doubt flashed in Xu Nuan's eyes.

What is she doing here in the middle of the night?

Walking over gently, when he saw the painting in front of her, he was shocked for some reason.

Because, what she painted is like the one that she wiped before!

Next to it, a lot of crumpled drawing paper has been discarded. And now I am painting exactly copying his technique!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xu Nuan would not believe that this was from another person's hand!

Unexpectedly, her painting skills are already so good!

Not only is it similar in appearance, but even God is so similar!

All of Xu Nuan's paintings, although they were made at will, all represent the mood at that time.

This little girl can not only draw very similarly, but also perfectly figure out his thoughts!

Xu Ruyi is learning from him, holding the palette in his left hand and holding a pen in his right hand.

She has a habitual movement of gently biting the end of the pen when she stops to think.

At this time, her little head was slightly tilted, and her eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes dazzling.

Xu Nuan stood quietly not far from her, silently watching her learn to paint by herself.

However, just when she was about to finish, she was a little angry and ripped it off and kneaded it into a ball.

A beautiful parabola, thrown into the garbage basket with precision.

"Why, I just can't draw as well as the young master!" She threw the pen a little deflated.