"The expedition is over?" Feeling that there was one more person beside him, Luo Yuci, who was finishing the portrait, did not turn his head, but just asked with a smile.

"It's over, Oba, I just found a small river on the other side of the woods, especially for taking pictures, will you come over and take a few pictures with me later?" Park Hyo-min moved a stool and sat next to Luo Yuci, her eyes following his hand movements, and her mouth answering his questions.

"Why?"

"No why, Oba, have you forgotten what you promised me?" Park Hyo-min immediately turned his head to stare at Luo Yuci's face, and his tone became dangerous.

"What, cough, I remembered, when I was filming lies before, I promised to be your model, right?" Luo Yuci thought about it for a while, but still remembered that she had promised Park Hyomin to be her model before, but she was busy later, and Park Hyomin didn't mention it again, which made him forget a little.

"Yes, Oba, do you want to regret it?" Park Hyo-min's eyes narrowed.

"No, if you're a model, you'll be a model, but Hyomin, you always have to wait for me to finish painting Minjing, right?" Luo Yuci glanced at her, and said with some amusement, she just showed some signs of repentance, Park Hyo-min was about to get angry, if she really regretted it, this little girl wouldn't bite it, right?

"This is natural, Oba, are you saying bad things about me in your heart?" Looking at Luo Yuci's eyes, Park Hyo-min rubbed his chin, a little suspicious.

"No, Hyomin, how can you think of me like that? My heart hurts so much. Luo Yuci looked distressed, but because it was a bit too contrived, it was more like admitting.

"Hmph~"

Park Hyo-min snorted slightly, and didn't bother to continue arguing with him, it was better to learn how he drew if he had this time, Park Hyo-min carefully observed Luo Yuci's brush-down movements, and began to unconsciously simulate the appearance of his own painting in his mind, thinking about how he would write if it was himself, and where was the difference between him and Luo Yuci.

I have to admit that in the short time that Luo Yuci finished, he learned a lot of things.

"Whew~, it's done, Minjing, how about you come and see, are you still satisfied?" Putting down the pen in his hand, Luo Yuci let out a long breath, and then took the drawing paper off the easel.

After hearing that Luo Yuci had completed the portrait, Jiang Minjing immediately jumped down from the chair and trotted in front of Luo Yuci, but he was in too much of a hurry and almost fell.

Holding Jiang Minjing's arm, Luo Yuci handed her the portrait in his hand with some tears and laughter: "No one is robbing you, why are you running so fast?" ”

"Hehe, I want to see your masterpiece soon, and see if you can paint me... What... Appearance! Looking at the painting in his hand, Jiang Minjing's voice slowly lowered, and the painting himself sat on a chair, looking into the distance melancholy and curiously, Jiang Minjing was really curious, how did Luo Yuci draw such expressive eyes, just with a small charcoal pen?

"Satisfied?" Luo Yuci was not very surprised by Jiang Minjing's surprised appearance when he covered his mouth.

"Of course satisfaction is satisfaction, but I always feel that Oba's painting is better than my own, and it doesn't look like I painted it anymore." Jiang Minjing nodded slowly, sighed and said.

"What does this mean, it's not you who drew it, is it Hyomin?" Luo Yuci said with some amusement, this is the first time that someone thinks that his painting is too good.

"Anyway, it's praising you, by the way, Oba signed a name." Jiang Minjing pointed to the blank space in the lower right corner of the drawing paper and said, Luo Yuci did not postpone it, and happily signed his name, how could there be an idol who refused to sign his little fan.

"Daihatsu!" Jiang Minjing looked at the front of the drawing paper, cheered, and then yawned a little sleepily: "I'm going to sleep too, I'm so tired from sitting motionless on the chair." ”

"Let's go, Hyomin-san, your model is ready." Retracting his eyes looking at Jiang Minjing's back, Luo Yuci nodded Park Hyo-min's forehead and said teasingly.

"It's obviously something you promised me Oba, and how do I feel that Oba, you're a little reluctant?" Park Hyo-min slapped Luo Yuci's hand and grimaced at him.

"Oh! My dear God, how could I be reluctant? Modelling for Miss Park Hyo-min is like going to Aunt Mary's house next door to eat freshly baked apple pie. Luo Yuci suddenly used the translation tone of old European and American movies.

"Oh! My dear God, I swear that if you speak to me again with this abominable translation, I'll slap your ass with Uncle Sam's shoes next door, I swear! Park Hyo-min is also very cooperative, and he learns well.

"Oh! Dear God, poof, hahahaha. ”

"Hahaha, haha, Oba, don't laugh, I can't help it when you laugh."

Park Hyo-min patted the low-chuckling Luo Yuci, and the corners of his mouth showed an irrepressible smile, and the two laughed like this until they stopped by the stream that Park Hyomin said.

"Okay, it's here, Oba starts posing, don't worry, I'm going to take a great picture of you." Park Hyo-min patted his chest vigorously, and assured Luo Yuci very confidently, seeing that Luo Yuci did not speak, but was in a daze, Park Hyo-min glanced at his eyes with some curiosity, instantly protected his chest, and his face was rosy: "Oba, is it good-looking?" ”

"Hmm." After Luo Yuci replied smoothly, he realized that he was pouting baldly, and hurriedly looked away.

"Oba pervert!" Park Hyo-min snorted.

"Ahem, Xiaomin, don't be embarrassed, as the saying goes, there is no lack of beauty in the world, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty, Oba I am using my own eyes that are good at finding beauty."

"I'm wrong, Oba, you're so much more advanced than a pervert." Park Hyo-min let go of his hand protecting his chest, and looked at the sophistry Luo Yuci with some amusement, in fact, because the weather is still cold, everyone's combination is a sweater and a coat, even if his sweater is thinner, Luo Yuci can't see anything at all, at most he just sees something and shakes.

"Senior one? What is that? ”

"Cultured pervert!" Park Hyo-min snorted, and didn't think too much about this issue: "Don't talk about this, Oba poses casually, I'll take a picture and try it first." ”

Hearing this, Luo Yuci was a little difficult, it was the first time for him to be a model, and he didn't know what pose to pose, and in the end, it was Park Hyo-min who gave a few words of guidance before taking the first photo that she was more satisfied with.