For people who don't know, Mao Tuan shows some lack of interest, and even the cat teasing stick in Liang Ke's hand is not fragrant to it.

The studio door was closed, and the hair ball pulled the door several times but could not pull it open.

When there are strangers in the house, Shi Shu usually does not leave his studio.

Today is different, when he entered the studio today, Su Qingluo squeezed in on one side.

Then, both were locked up in the studio.

Ling Xing and Liang Ke stared at each other outside the studio door.

Liang Ke's clear big eyes revealed a stupidity that was not deeply involved in the world: "Is the relationship between your brother and your brother so good?"

Ling Xing: "......"

How can I explain to you, they actually dislike each other a little.

Ling Xing didn't want to continue chatting on this topic, she looked at the makeup of Liang Ke's spicy eyes on his face, and really couldn't understand: "You... Do you like makeup? ”

Liang Ke blinked his eyes twice, the eyelashes like a fly's foot were quite long, but he really couldn't see any beauty: "It's okay, they all say I'm so good-looking."

Excuse me, who are they?

Is your aesthetic really normal?

Green eyeshadow turns like that, you tell me it looks good? What exactly is Death Barbie Pink Lipstick with Green Eyeshadow?

Ling Xing didn't want to speak, so she handed Liang Ke a small mirror.

Liang Ke was still puzzled when he took the mirror, "How do I feel that you are a little ...... about my makeup?"

Before she finished speaking, Liang Ke raised the small mirror in front of her eyes, and after only one glance, she was silent.

Then she calmly closed the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the mirror again to hold it up in front of her.

Liang Ke cried.

I was ugly and cried by myself.

She sobbed as she washed her face: "How can I be so ugly? I've seen so many people with that face, no wonder they're all ...... Woowoo woo ......"

She was out of breath crying, and Ling Xing was very sympathetic to her: "It turns out that they put on makeup for you, and you really don't look in the mirror."

It's a bit unbelievable, but thinking about Liang Ke's somewhat domineering and narcissistic temperament, it can actually be understood.

After washing his face, Liang Ke continued to cry, and Ling Xing couldn't stand it.

Can the tears of a tiger be compared to the tears of a fairy?

That's definitely not going to work.

However, Liang Ke's innocent appearance, the more Ling Xing looked at it, the more she felt that it was very similar to the girl in her brother's painting.

Although it was just a glimpse that day, she had 5.0 vision.

Ling Xing gently patted Liang Ke's shoulder and comforted, "Don't cry, I'll give you a portrait of Mao Tuan, okay?"

Liang Ke's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at Ling Xing with those big eyes that were still stained with tears: "Did you draw it?"

Ling Xing shook his head: "My brother painted it."

Laughing to death, she doesn't have any talent for drawing at all.

Liang Ke sniffed the red nose, and she stretched out the index and middle fingers of her right hand and made a 'yes' gesture: "I want two."

It is simply an incisive interpretation.

Ling Xing: "......"

As long as you don't cry, you can say anything.

Ling Xing knocked on the door of the studio with Liang Ke, and it was Su Qingluo who came to open the door, his eyes fell on Ling Xing, and the curvature that had just risen at the corner of his mouth disappeared when he saw Liang Ke behind Ling Xing.

"Brother," Ling Xing craned her neck to look into the studio, and could vaguely see Shi Shu sitting in front of the drawing board by the window, she raised her voice and asked, "Can my friend and I come in?"

From childhood to adulthood, Shi Shu has never refused Ling Xing's request.

Ling Xing took Liang Ke into the studio as she wished, and she directly took Liang Ke to the edge of the wastepaper basket in the studio, and casually left two balls of waste paper in the paper basket.

After opening it, as she expected, it was a portrait of a hair ball.

Shi Shu often paints Mao Tuan, and the portraits of Mao Tuan in various postures have been piled up high in the corner.

Shi Shu has high requirements for his own painting, even if he finishes painting a whole painting, as long as he is slightly dissatisfied with the pen when he finishes the pen, he will directly throw the painting into the trash.

This is also the reason why Ling Xing promised Liang Ke to be so refreshing, just two sheets, and they can be picked up casually in the wastebasket.

Ling Xing once found a record record of 17 portraits in the wastebasket.

Liang Ke also smoothed the drawing paper in her hand, and her delicate little face was full of incredulity: "This and this...... It's so beautiful, why throw it away? ”

Ling Xing looked sideways at the painting in her hand, the fat hair ball on the painting was pulling at the shoelaces, probably not pulling off for a long time, it was a little fried.

She had seen no less than 100 portraits of Mao Tuan, and she could see the problem at a glance, "There is a little ink on the side of the second beard on the right side of Mao Tuan. ”

Liang Ke looked at the ink for a long time, and broke his defense a little: "That's it?"

Ling Xing nodded: "My brother's requirements for himself are very high."

So his paintings are also valuable.

Don't look at his age, he relied on the money he earned from custom painting orders to feed their brothers and sisters plus a hair ball, the key is to raise the hair ball so fat.

Liang Ke likes Mao Tuan, and even likes the portrait of Mao Tuan, she turned her head to look at Shi Shu painting by the window, and asked Ling Xing in a low voice, "Can I go and see your brother painting?"

Ling Xing nodded, "As long as it doesn't disturb my brother's painting, it doesn't matter how you look at it." ”

Liang Kebi made an OK gesture and walked over to Shi Shu lightly.

Taking advantage of this kung fu, Ling Xing walked next to Su Qingluo, who had been standing in front of a painting hanging on the wall and had been looking at it for a long time.

Ling Xing followed his gaze and glanced at the painting on the wall, on which was her...... and Ji Yan.

Ling Xing on the painting is still young, only about eight or nine years old, Ji Yan is the same age as her, and he is a little Huozi who doesn't have any front teeth when he laughs.

The two of them were holding hands and laughing, but Xiao Lingxing was a little shy when he smiled, and Ji Yan was more happy when he smiled.

Ling Xing hadn't seen this painting for a long time, I don't know when Shi Shu took it out and hung it on the wall again?

Seeing this painting again now, Ling Xing couldn't help but feel a little trance.

The childhood sweethearts who grew up together since childhood, I don't know how they got to the point where they don't speculate for more than half a sentence now?

Is the change in the relationship between the two of them really just because of Qiu Yilin?

Ling Xing felt that it was not, with Ji Yan's temperament of central air conditioning, even if there was no Qiu Yilin, there would definitely be Wang Yilin, Zhao Yilin or Sun Yilin in the future, she clearly knew that Ji Yan's preference could be given to anyone.

Maybe at some point when necessary, Ji Yan will make compromises for others like in a dream.

Therefore, the friendship between the two that has been broken for more than ten years, Ling Xing feels that it is not a pity.

Ling Xing lightly tapped the back of Su Qingluo's hand and explained, "This was all more than ten years ago."

At that time, Shi Shu had already shown an amazing talent for painting, and I have to say that talent is sometimes something that God chases after to feed him.

Su Qingluo looked at her sideways, with an indisputable expression: "You guys are smiling very happily."

The matter of old rotten grain, is it interesting to turn over old accounts?

Vexatious!

Without waiting for Ling Xing to speak, Su Qingluo suddenly raised his finger and pointed to the scenery between the two of them, and asked her, "Do you think this image is a rift?"

The young man's expression was cold and serious, and the red rope on his right wrist was exposed with the movement of raising his hand, forming a strong contrast with the indifferent temperament around him.

Ling Xing was stunned for a moment, his gaze took his eyes off his wrist, and landed on the painting, in which there was indeed a small tree behind the two of them, growing right behind the two holding hands......

I don't know if there really is this tree, or if the time is the time to describe the painting.

Ling Xing felt that she seemed to vaguely understand what Su Qingluo meant.

At this time, Su Qingluo's somewhat clear voice came again: "No matter how indestructible the relationship is, there will be cracks due to various reasons, but sometimes cracks need to be made."

Ling Xing had an epiphany, it was her and Ji Yan who heard this at first glance...... However, Qiu Yilin's relationship with the system is not indestructible, doesn't there need a rift between them?

Is this a coincidence? Still is......

Ling Xing lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist, where there was also a cinnabar red rope that was said to ward off evil spirits.

Or does Su Qingluo know something, in the book he is obviously cannon fodder to set off the fate of the male protagonist, why can he counterattack now and become a god of learning?