What attracted Lu Changsheng was not the woman's appearance, but the painting she made.

This is a portrait of a person, painting the side face of a man, it looks not much bigger than Lu Changsheng, although it is not yet finished, but the charm of this painting has reached a realm, although Lu Changsheng does not know what kind of realm this is, but he feels a special thing from the painting.

In fact, Lu Changsheng has never learned to paint, and he doesn't have this hobby, and even said that when he heard that help, he entered the school's studio for the first time, and the reason why he felt this way was because the painting made by this woman really attracted him.

Perhaps it was the effect of contemplation that made him very sensitive to these things, and he habitually wanted to deliberately put this unfinished painting in his mind to see what attracted him, but what shocked him happened, no matter how deliberately he was, he just deliberately did not produce a complete picture.

"Could it be that this painting is more difficult to deliberately than the lake map?" Lu Changsheng didn't believe it, now he could easily deliberately make a person's appearance, and it was very realistic, such as Murong Qingxue, but now such a painting couldn't be deliberate, he really couldn't understand it.

So, he made several more attempts, but he found that they all failed, and even if they succeeded, they were quickly distorted, and he always felt as if something was missing, and if he didn't find it, the painting couldn't have been deliberately in his mind.

After many failures, he gave up his attempt and looked at the woman who was painting, although he only saw the side face, he still gave Lu Changsheng a feeling of amazement, this is a beauty, and it seems that he has seen it somewhere.

Lu Changsheng didn't dare to disturb her, so he didn't go to the front to see, he would help take whatever the woman needed, but the strange thing was that the woman seemed to treat him as a person called "Li Qing".

Lu Changsheng didn't care, he looked at the woman like a god, every time he added, it made the demeanor of the person in the painting more realistic, and a few times Lu Changsheng even felt that the man in the painting was real, and he was amazed.

In the end, the woman seemed to be in trouble, her brows tightened, and she finally stopped, at this time Lu Changsheng saw her full appearance, but he almost exclaimed, no wonder he was so familiar, because this woman was actually Ning Weiwei, but her demeanor seemed to be completely different from what she saw a few days ago.

Ning Weiwei, who was wearing a white coat, was completely a queen, and Ning Weiwei, who was wearing a student uniform and painting at this time, was like a talented girl, with innocence and ignorance on her face, and almost all her thoughts fell on the painting, if it weren't for her murder weapon that few women could compare, Lu Changsheng really thought that this was Ning Weiwei's sister.

But she thought that Ning Weiwei would stop and look at him in surprise, but she said to herself unconsciously: "Did I forget?"

The voice was a little ethereal, but it was very good, but it was completely different from the Ning Weiwei she saw in the infirmary, and after talking to herself, she didn't even have time to glance at Lu Changsheng on the side, and continued to paint.

But this time she didn't have the elegance and naturalness just now, and she didn't have that kind of charm when she put pen to paper, if she was painting in Lu Changsheng's Bureau, maybe this painting would be ruined by her, but she didn't realize that although there were more and more mistakes, she was unwilling, and her tightly locked brows were getting deeper and deeper.

Finally, this painting is finished, but there is no charm just now, Lu Changsheng found that the finished product and the unfinished product just now, gave him two feelings, this finished product can be deliberately in his mind with ease, there is no difficulty at all.

"Compared to just now, what is missing?" Lu Changsheng thought in his mind.

But at this moment, Ning Weiwei looked at the painting and was also very dissatisfied, grabbed it in her hand and crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the paper basket, and then squatted in front of the drawing board, and actually sobbed in a low voice, and vaguely heard a few words intermittently in the whimper: "Li ..... Plum..... Li Qing, I ...... I...... Am I ..... Isn't it ...... Very useless.......

At this moment, Lu Changsheng was very curious about who this Li Qing was, who could make a queen like Ning Weiwei such an innocent little woman, and draw a man's side face in the studio in the middle of the night.

"Man?" Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of the painting that made him feel bad, judging from the outline of the side face, this man is not bad-looking, and even very handsome, "Could it be that this man is Li Qing?"

Just when he was wondering, suddenly Ning Weiwei stood up, her head rested on his shoulder naturally, she looked at the empty drawing board blankly, the tears on her face were faintly visible, which was very pitiful, but Lu Changsheng felt that her body was very cold, so he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms and comfort her.

This kind of pity from the bottom of his heart did not have any other impurities, but Lu Changsheng's hand stretched out, and finally put it down, because he thought of Murong Qingxue in his mind.

At this moment, Ning Weiwei looked at the drawing board and suddenly showed a smile on her face: "Li Qing, let's paint again, okay?"

Ning Weiwei raised her head, she was indeed talking to herself, but Lu Changsheng found that her eyes were on the drawing board from beginning to end, even if she lowered her head just now, she didn't look at him, could she really think of herself as Li Qing?

However, to Lu Changsheng's surprise, Ning Weiwei suddenly turned her head to look at her, and said with affection: "Li Qing, can you sit in the front? I'm painting once." ”

The smile on Ning Weiwei's face was impossible to refuse, the distance was so close, Lu Changsheng could clearly see her proud big waves, but he didn't have any distractions, he couldn't help but sit on the stool behind the drawing board, at this time he had already determined that Ning Weiwei regarded herself as Li Qing, but did she really look like Li Qing?

No, he doesn't think so, because Li Qing in the portrait is very handsome, and he can only be regarded as having good facial features, and the two of them can't even touch the edge, but why does Ning Weiwei think of himself as Li Qing?

Suddenly, he thought of a record from an ancient book, sleepwalking.

In modern science, sleepwalking is a neurological sleep disorder that generally just gets out of bed and moves indoors, depending on what is dreamed of in the dream, but there is another type of sleepwalking called fugue, and it happens in modern times.

It is said that there was a sleepwalking patient in France, named Yon Arrio, who sleepwalked for 20 years at a time. One night, after falling asleep, he suddenly got up and left his wife and 5-year-old daughter and came to London, England.

There he found a job, married another wife, and had a son. One night, more than 20 years later, it dawned on him and he hurried back to France. The next morning, Ario woke up.

When his French wife saw her gray-haired husband, who had been missing for more than 20 years, she asked with mixed joy and sorrow: "My dear, where have you fled? ”

However, Ario stretched his waist and said casually, "Don't be kidding! Didn't I sleep well last night?"

According to the records of ancient books, the soul of this kind of person is extremely powerful, and if he can cultivate effectively, he can even become a ghost immortal, and Ning Weiwei in front of him seems to be in this sleepwalking state.

But Lu Changsheng was not sure, because once he woke up, it was very difficult to enter this state again, but at this time, Lu Changsheng didn't want to wake up Ning Weiwei, firstly because of the concentration on her face, and secondly, he was worried that he would wake her up, and he didn't know how to explain.

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng showed a wry smile on his face, he was originally going to go back to cultivate, but now he is working as a model here, and this model is still a substitute.

"Focused. Ning Weiwei said suddenly.

Lu Changsheng was helpless in his heart, so he could only put away his smile and concentrate on being a model, when he glanced at Ning Weiwei from the corner of his eye, he found that she was beautiful at this moment, and this was the first time that Lu Changsheng had such a heartbeat feeling for a woman other than Murong Qingxue, and it was not because of her pair of murder weapons.

With him as a model, Ning Weiwei was no longer frowning on her face, every time she put a pen, it was so natural, especially the smile that overflowed from the corners of her mouth, which made Lu Changsheng have an illusion, just like it was not Ning Weiwei who was standing in front of the drawing board at the moment, but Murong Qingxue.

Although Ning Weiwei did not have any bottlenecks this time, her movements from sketching to coloring were almost all done in one go, but it took a full three hours.

If it weren't for Lu Changsheng's cultivation, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to resist this sleepiness, but every time he looked at Ning Weiwei, that sleepiness disappeared.

"Alright. Ning Weiwei dropped the last stroke, her face filled with a happy smile, "Li Qing, come on, come and have a look." ”

Lu Changsheng thought to himself, since all the good people have done it, let's do it to the end.

But when he walked over to take a look, he was stunned, because Ning Weiwei was not drawing the Li Qing on the drawing board just now, but herself!

At the moment when he lost his mind, Ning Weiwei suddenly said, "What, isn't it like it?"

"Like, very much like. Lu Changsheng came back to his senses.

This painting is indeed very similar, and he found that he has never been so handsome, but soon he found a special place, although the portrait of this person is himself, but the kind of expression and temperament revealed is that of the person named Li Qing.

"No wonder he's so handsome. Lu Changsheng shook his head helplessly.

But at this moment, Ning Weiwei suddenly leaned next to his face and kissed him, the sudden attack made Lu Changsheng's face instantly red to the base of his neck, this was the first time in her life that a woman kissed her, and it was a beauty like Ning Weiwei.

But what she didn't expect was that Ning Weiwei kissed her, but she didn't blush, but naturally held her hand, leaned her head on his shoulder, and snuggled happily next to him, like a happy lark.

It's just that this makes him a copycat actor, and the pair of murder weapons happen to be so hot on his left side, and the soft feeling makes Lu Changsheng's lower body hot.

"I'm a good person!" Lu Changsheng thought silently in his heart, "I..... I'm a good person!!"

PS: Ask for flowers, ask for collections, and have a chapter