Jiang Ning has some sketching skills, so when she handed over the drawn gold needle pattern to Xiao Sheng, it aroused his admiration.

"Originally, I thought that you were just talking about playing with the pattern, but I didn't expect this pattern to be extremely detailed, and when I wanted to come to the craftsman, it would be twice the result with half the effort, so it seems that I underestimated you."

Xiao Sheng apologized to her as he spoke.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning immediately moved a step to the side, staggered his salute, looked at him a little helplessly and said: "Don't you just draw a few golden needles and write the size, where is it worthy of your praise like this, or are you talking the opposite, I didn't hear it?" ”

Xiao Sheng was stunned, he didn't expect her to be so humble, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while: "I'm really boasting, why don't you believe it?" ”

It's really no wonder Jiang Ning doesn't believe it!

After all, with such a rough yellow paper, it took a lot of effort to draw the appearance of a dozen gold needles, although she tried very hard to draw straight, but in fact it was still a little crooked, so she could only write the size she needed on the side, otherwise she would not know how to do it if the pattern was handed over to the craftsman.

Of course, if there is anything special about it, it is that she really worked hard to draw the appearance of the golden needle, and even thoughtfully shadowed it to make it look a little more realistic.

Rao is just a failing painting, no, not a painting at all.

This kind of goods can still get Xiao Sheng's praise, to be honest...... No need!

For a while, Jiang Ning really didn't know how to reply, pursed his lips, and even forgot to make an expression.

Xiao Sheng found that she was frowning, looking like she wanted to say something and stopped, the bigger the smile on the corner of her lips, so she simply explained it.

"I'm not complimenting you, but you're holding charcoal in your hand, it's not easy to paint, let alone paint to this extent, if you still don't believe it, then I can't do it, but please don't misunderstand."

The implication was that he really didn't mean to laugh.

After thoroughly understanding the meaning of his words, the depression in Jiang Ning's heart also dissipated.

Seeing that he was still admiring his paintings, he inexplicably felt a little weak and guilty, knowing that this thing was really nothing, thinking that he would definitely draw a good sketch for him in the future.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw a small pile of good rice paper on the table, her eyes rolled slightly, and she said, "It's really nothing, if you like this kind of painting, why don't you let me draw a picture for you?" ”

When Xiao Sheng heard this, he looked up in surprise: "Draw for me?" ”

In the early years, when the Xiao family was not in the middle, he was also favored at home, and once invited a painter to come to his home to paint him.

It's a pity that the painter's skills are too poor, and the drawings drawn are only three points similar, which is really not very good.

After that, he didn't let anyone paint it.

Of course, there is no chance.

Now that Jiang Ning suddenly mentioned it, it made his heart move slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay." ”

Jiang Ning couldn't help but raise a bright smile when he saw him respond, thinking in his heart that a man like him, who looks better than a star, must definitely give good words.

So, yellow paper is definitely not going to work.

After hesitating, she still stepped forward to take a piece of rice paper, then took a thick book on the table, put it behind the paper, and moved a stool directly to sit on the side of the desk.

Everything was ready, and when she was about to put pen to paper, she saw Xiao Sheng staring at her.

"What are you watching me do?" Jiang Ning asked a little strangely, and subconsciously touched his face, "Do I have flowers on my face, or is there charcoal ash on my face?" ”

After saying this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but tighten his brows, and he was about to get up.

However, Xiao Sheng didn't give her a chance to get up, and said bluntly: "If you don't look at me, how can you draw?" ”

Jiang Ning learned what he meant, and said with a smile: "Just do your thing, you don't have to stare at me, I can't draw it if you are like this." ”

Xiao Sheng glanced at her strangely, seeing that she really didn't need to look at her face, she was inexplicably a little lost, the corners of her mouth bent down slightly, and she turned her head to continue copying books.

Jiang Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not staring at himself, and then boldly began to look at him, and after looking at it for a while, he began to paint on rice paper.

Whew......

In the quiet room, except for the sound of flipping through books, there was only the sound of painting.

Xiao Sheng kept her body tight, wanting to turn her head to look over but didn't dare, for fear that a small movement would affect her painting, and she felt a little unbearable for a while, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

In desperation, Xiao Sheng could only move slightly, making his back look more and more straight, and even the posture of copying books was more and more upright.

However, at this time, Jiang Ning was immersed in his own paintings, and he would not notice Xiao Sheng's small movements at all.

Of course, even if he finds out, the most he can do is when he is tired of sitting down.

It's not a big deal.

After all, sketching is also a thing that works slowly, and it can take two or three hours, up to a day and a night.

In particular, Jiang Ning felt that with Xiao Sheng's appearance, if he didn't paint well, it would be a blasphemy at all, so he had to slow down again.

This painting was all morning, and it wasn't until Liu came over to call them to have dinner that Jiang Ning began to finish slowly.

"You go first, I'm almost right here." Jiang Ning took out his free time to pass the time, and Xiao Sheng continued to bow his head and paint seriously.

Xiao Sheng thumped his stiff waist, and inexplicably felt that Jiang Ning was also a person with perseverance, and he sat down all morning, and he was not too tired to panic.

It's just that when I thought that she was doing this for herself, I couldn't help but feel ironing in my heart, so I simply said a word for her when Liu came to call someone for the second time, and I didn't go out to eat, but sat and accompanied.

Finally, Jiang Ning's painting ended.

She let out a long sigh of relief, raised her head and twisted her uncomfortable neck, and saw at a glance that Xiao Sheng was still here.

"Eh, didn't my mother call someone to eat just now, you didn't go?"

"I'm not too hungry to wait for you."

Xiao Sheng replied very calmly, but his eyes involuntarily fell on her painting, but unfortunately the angle was wrong, and he could only see the dust on it, and he couldn't see its content at all, so he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Can you paint it?" ”

Jiang Ning saw that his gaze fell on the painting and there was something he didn't understand, so he chuckled and generously handed over the rice paper, not forgetting to evoke a smug smile.

Xiao Sheng was not annoyed by her seeing through her heart, took the rice paper, but thought in her heart that no matter whether her painting was good or not, she had to praise two sentences.

However, at the moment when he lowered his head, the whole person was inexplicably stunned, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, look at Jiang Ning and ask, "This, it's me?" ”