Chapter 1006 The young man who is about to suffocate (fifth update)
On both sides of the temples, a strand of black hair hangs down.
Gently brushed his impeccably handsome face.
Pale and thin fingers, holding a brush, were scratching across the white rice paper in front of them...
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.
People are good if they are beautiful.
No matter which angle you look at it from, no matter what the action is, if it is framed and frozen, it will be a painting.
“I thought you were writing, but you are actually painting?”
Yang Ruoqing’s voice suddenly sounded.
Zou Lin'er was surprised and stopped holding the brush in his hand.
A drop of ink fell on the drawing paper, adding a black mole to the chin of the man in the portrait.
"Sister Yang? Why are you here?"
Zou Lin'er was overjoyed and hurriedly put down the brush in his hand and stood up.
Thinking of something, he suddenly sat back down, picked up the drawing paper with a face and facial features spread out on the table, and was about to put it away.
"Put it away for what? Let me take a look."
Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Zou Lin'er shook his head: "It's just graffiti, there's nothing interesting to see."
He packed it up in a hurry.
I pulled open the drawer on the side of the desk. Maybe I used too much force, or maybe it was for some other reason.
The drawer turned upside down on the ground.
All the papers inside were spilled out.
“Oops!”
He whispered and quickly leaned down to pick it up.
One of them fell at Yang Ruoqing's feet.
She also leaned down and picked it up, her eyes falling on the character painted on the drawing paper.
"Huh? Whose girl is this painting? Does it look familiar?"
She said to herself.
"No, I just drew it as I thought."
Zou Lin'er said, reaching over to take back the drawing paper in Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing was ten thousand times faster than his hands.
The stack of drawing papers he held in his arms was all in her hands in the blink of an eye.
"Don't look..."
Zou Lin'er wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and looked at the drawing papers in her hand one after another.
Those beautiful eyebrows are sometimes slightly raised and sometimes lightly frowned.
The expression on that delicate face also changed rapidly.
All this made Zou Liner feel more and more guilty.
He stood beside her with a blushing face, not daring to express his anger.
After finally waiting for her to finish reading the last picture, she finally looked away from the drawing paper.
Looked at him extremely seriously.
Zou Lin'er was startled for a moment, knowing that he had seen through it, so she lowered her eyes even more guiltily.
The long eyelashes are trembling slightly, complementing the exquisitely handsome face. What a handsome young man!
“The paintings you drew are all mine, right?”
Yang Ruoqing asked straight to the point.
Zou Lin'er nodded slightly.
The corners of her lips murmured, and she wanted to say something, but Yang Ruoqing spoke first again.
"I said Lin'er, Lin'er, if you want to draw me, I'll draw it, but you should never paint me in such a vulgar way!"
Yang Ruoqing had a look on her face. He said depressedly, his fingers patting the thick stack of drawing paper in his hand.
Does this kid draw her to pass the time when he has nothing to do?
This is a thick stack, at least there are more than thirty sheets.
Moreover, it is painted from different perspectives.
Some are full body, some are half body, some are sideways, and some have only one back.
The clothes on the body and the hairstyle of the hair are all clearly drawn.
The characters’ facial expressions, eyes, expressions and movements are all drawn with great precision. This painting skill is amazing.
However, it is not the orthodox style she likes.
Sure enough, Zou Lin'er was obviously surprised when he heard Yang Ruoqing say this.
He raised his eyes and looked at the drawing paper in her hand, feeling a little confused.
"Sister Yang, did you see it wrong? Or did you understand it wrong?"
"You are very dignified and kind in these portraits. Look at this one, you How beautiful it is to smile..."
Zou Lin'er came over, found one of the sheets from the thick stack of drawing papers and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.
"Sister Yang, look, this is it." He said.
Yang Ruoqing took it and took a look and almost choked to death on her saliva.
"Lin'er, don't scare your sister. My sister is too timid to be scared." She held her chest and said.
"You just draw me smiling. Can you not draw my exposed teeth so clearly?" she said.
This one might be the one where she had snacks with him once.
Let her feel that as long as she replaces the piece of snack in her hand with a pack of spicy strips, the joy will definitely be overwhelming.
"Let's do this Lin'er, sister will draw two pictures for you to take a look at."
Yang Ruoqing said simply.
Zou Lin'er was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll grind the ink for my sister."
Yang Ruoqing sat behind the desk, while Zou Lin'er stood aside and polished ink for her, with his head tilted and his eyes following her hand holding the pen.
"Sister, do you paint flowers, birds, insects, fish, figures, or landscapes?"
Seeing that Yang Ruoqing had not started writing for a long time, Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I like to draw characters."
"Well, I will also draw myself. I have to draw myself into a huge beauty."
Zou Lin'er: "..."
After making up his mind, Yang Ruoqing began to write.
The tip of her pen was dipped in ink, and then she gently put pen to paper on the white rice paper in front of her.
Zou Lin'er's eyes followed the black lines drawn by her pen.
Sister Yang’s hands are very beautiful.
The silver needle looks good when you hold it, and it also looks good when you hold the pen.
He likes to watch.
But, what do Sister Yang’s strange lines falling on the rice paper mean?
Is she sure she is really painting?
Zou Lin'er was full of doubts, but he watched the painting without saying a word and maintained excellent self-control.
Yang Ruoqing's natural way Zou Lin'er couldn't understand.
She curled her lips and snickered.
If you guys understand this, wouldn’t I, sister, have a white soul?
Little Shota, take the move and let you see what a two-dimensional beautiful girl is!
Shasha……
Rustling...
The room was extremely quiet, with only the friction sound of the pen tip falling on the rice paper, which was fresh and sweet, and very nice to hear.
Neither of the two people spoke.
Zou Lin'er's eyes have been chasing Yang Ruoqing, watching her cleverly combine the previously seemingly unrelated lines.
Then, a strange, absurd picture appeared on the paper.
"Thump thump thump... it's done, come and enjoy it!"
Yang Ruoqing put down the brush in her hand and held up the freshly painted painting.
Zou Lin'er moved closer and looked at the girl in the painting who was wearing strange clothes and holding a moon-shaped object in her hand.
She is said to be a girl because she is wearing a short skirt and her slender thighs are exposed underneath.
The upper part of the chest is so big and round, even bigger and rounder than his previous wet nurse.
"Sister Yang, is this girl really the same kind as us? Why do I look so weird?" Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.
Yang Ruoqing pointed to the girl's face on the drawing: "Look at these facial features, are they me?"
Zou Lin'er compared them twice and nodded hurriedly.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "That's right, I painted myself like this in my imagination and gave myself another name."
"What's the name? ?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing's old face was not red: "Princess of the Moon - Shui Bingyue!"
(End of this chapter)