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An angel snoozing in the sun with squinting eyes.

This is the thought that Ye Yuan's heart is full of, and the pencil in his hand rustles, depicting this man who is not like a mortal little by little.

The black-and-white portrait is a true and perfect reproduction of the side of the man lying on the chair.

Catholicism says: At the end of the world, my messenger, Mikael, who stands at my right hand, will come down to earth and take people to heaven.

The rustling pencil paused for a moment, and he looked at the man who was lounging his head lazily in the sun, his thoughts were a little divergent, and he remembered the specific description of the doctrine. On the right side of the god is the archangel, with brown and red hair and blue eyes, like a god, who is the controller of the angel army and the first prince of the heavenly realm.

Heroic, belligerent, but also compassionate.

But, most importantly, he will appear on earth at the end of the world and lead humanity back to heaven.

It's true? Fake?

Ye Yuan didn't know why he was so inexplicably divergent in his thinking, there could be no angels in the world!

Even if the person sitting in front of him really has brown-red hair, a pair of pale blue eyes, and looks like an angel, he is still human.

The pencil in his hand continued to sketch on the sketch paper, the sun spread a thick layer on the man on the chaise longue, and his clean and crisp white casual clothes were covered with layers of misty luster.

Before dark, the afterglow of the setting sun passed through the room and flew away.

Ye Yuan finally basically finished his painting, and with a little more modification, it could be completed.

Qin Luo stood in front of the easel and looked at his portrait.

"It's beautiful!" Qin Luo admired, "It's rare to see this kind of paper thing now, even the books are directly watched on the light screen network, don't say any hand-painted paintings!" ”

Angels squinting and napping in the fine sun.

Ye Yuan really added a pair of white wings to it, and the angel lying on the chaise longue spread out his wings and hung on both sides of the chair, and the whole painting carried an extremely warm and warm feeling.

"Can you give it to me?" Qin Luo asked.

"Yes! Some changes are needed, though! Ye Yuan replied briskly.

"Okay, you modify it and give it to me!" Qin Luo said with a smile.

"It's getting late, I'll treat you to dinner!" Ye Yuan made an invitation to this beautiful angel-like guy.

It's really late, and the sun is already on the horizon! Qin Luo shook his head: "No need, thank you very much for the invitation." I've called my housekeeper to pick me up. ”

"And where do you live? How to get in touch? Here are my contact details and address! Ye Yuan quickly tore off a corner of sketch paper, wrote down his contact information and address, and handed it to Qin Luo.

Looking down at the contact information in his hand, Qin Luo took out a piece of pocket paper by himself, wrote his temporary address with Ye Yuan's pencil, folded it, and handed it to Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan looked down at this piece of paper, he was surprised, he had never seen this special material of paper.

"This is paper made by the ancient method, which is rare." Qin Luo said softly as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"That must be expensive!" Ye Yuandao.

"It's fine!" Qin Luo said with a haha, and when he saw a hovering car coming over the sliding door, he immediately changed the topic, "My car is here." ”

"So fast!" Ye Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at the paper, a little reluctant.

"I'll come back when I have time!" Qin Luowen said.

The car stopped in front of the sliding door where Qin Luo was standing, and Gaia, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smiled at him and said, "Sir." ”

Qin Luo nodded, then sat down in the back seat, Ye Yuan stood in front of the sliding door and waved his hand: "Are you coming tomorrow?" ”

"Something tomorrow!" Qin Luo said.

He's going to watch S.S.'s press conference with Director Izumino! This one is definitely not to be missed!

"Okay, what about the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow? I'll think about it if I have time! Qin Luo smiled, I'm afraid that at that time, do you have time! Signaling Gaia to leave, the hovercar silently lifted into the air, and then flew away.

Ye Yuan pinched the piece of paper, and suddenly fell on the recliner that Qin Luo had made, and he didn't expect him to howl suddenly, and he jumped up again.

Ye Yuan saw that a pencil was stuck in the gap of the chair, it was the pencil that had been placed on the chair casually after Qin Luo wrote the contact information just now.

He jumped, subconsciously let go, and threw the piece of paper on the ground. Ye Yuan didn't care about the pain, and bent down to pick up the piece of paper.

"Huh?" Ye Yuan saw that there were still words written on the piece of paper, and behind the side where the contact information was written, there was another sentence.

It's a pity that Ye Yuan couldn't understand this kind of constantly linked font, so he had to sandwich this piece of paper in his textbook.

After packing up his things and closing the doors and windows, Ye Yuan carried his schoolbag on his back, drove his one-man vertical flying machine, and rushed all the way home.

His home is not too far from Evergain Park, and the third district was originally a noble family area, without the cover of high-rise buildings and various lights, and even the stars in the sky could be seen.

This is the most natural and green place to live in Babekala.

Ye Yuan stopped at No. 5 in the Red Valley Villa District, which was his home.

After swiping the card and entering the door, Ye Yuan saw the old man squatting at the door, drinking soup with a large porcelain bowl.

"Grandpa!" Ye Yuan rushed over, leaned over and kissed the old man on the forehead.

With a snort, he drank the soup in the big porcelain bowl in one gulp, and the old man squinted and asked, "Do you still know how to come back!" Stinky boy! What time is the performance? ”

"It's not too late, it's not too late! It's just half past eight! Ye Yuan said with a smile.

"Half past eight?" The old man rolled his eyes, "You dare to be so hippie smiling in front of your mother?" ”

"Don't dare!" Ye Yuan replied honestly.

"Tell me, where have you been today?"

"In the studio!"

"You usually go to the studio, and you will definitely come back before dark!" The old man glared, "Something's definitely wrong!" ”

"What could it be?" Ye Yuan smiled bitterly, "I met a friend today, I was happy to see Hunting, I asked him to be a painting model, and I came back late!" ”

"Bring it!" The old man stretched out his hand.

Ye Yuan lowered his head and pulled out the rolled-up sketch from his schoolbag and handed it to the old man.

The old man did not hesitate to untie the rope, and the person sleeping on the recliner had spread his white wings, the sun was shining, warm and warm.

The old man looked at the painting, and his heart calmed down.

"Beautiful paintings of people!"

"Of course, don't look at who drew it!" Ye Yuan pointed at himself proudly.

"So you're coming back late because of this guy in the painting?" The old man pointed to the sketch portrait, "Who is he?" What is it called? Where? ”