Li Lin agreed to paint her a portrait every year. When he said he would take her to the mountains for a spring outing, she asked him to paint her on the mountains.
Li Lin readily agreed. As long as she liked it, he felt that it would be the same wherever she painted it. However, the pavilion was indeed not very pretty. Even with the gauze curtains hung, it would not be any better.
"It's here." Su Wan said with a smile, "I have seen it just now. You are painting in front, and I am in the pavilion. When the time comes, I will be holding a gourd to drink, and the wind will blow the gauze curtains and there will be flowers. Flying in the wind.”
People of Li Lin's generation really don't know how to pose for photos. Even if they do, they just find a good scenery to go out and pose to look good. This is the first time she has seen this.
"The trees are a little distant here."
Su Wan laughed twice, "When the time comes, why don't you just paint a few more trees, and then cover up the pavilion, and the artistic conception will come out?"
"It's okay." Li Lin thought about it and thought it was feasible. "How many and what kind of trees do you want?"
"It's in bloom, like the one next to it. There are clusters of flowers, so it looks very nice."
"Then sit down and let me take a look."
"OK."
Li Lin left the pavilion and stepped back, looking for a better angle. Su Wan hugged the gourd and sat down against the beauty beside the pavilion.
She wanted to show off her drinking style, but the gourd contained a lot of tea, estimated to weigh two or three kilograms. She could lift it with one hand, but it was really difficult to do this pose.
After several attempts without success, she looked around the table and found that there was no container to hold water.
This water will be drunk soon, so it must not be thrown away.
She tried it twice more and found that it still didn't work, and her face turned red.
Li Lin came back: "What's wrong?"
She was a little discouraged: "The gourd is too heavy."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just draw it for you."
Her eyes lit up: "Can you draw?"
"can."
She put the gourd aside and was busy holding his hand and sitting together to talk about her requirements. She wanted a fairy-like painting. She went on and on and said what kind of bun she wanted. Li Lin agreed to all the clothes he wanted.
Although the demands were really too much, it was rare to get what she wanted, and today was her birthday, so he always wanted to make her happy.
Not just painting a picture, but even at home, with no scene, he could still draw it for her.
Su Wan felt happy when he nodded once when she made a request, and asked him to drink some water. The two of them set up the easel together, pressed the drawing paper, and then helped him mix the paint.
Soon, he began to paint, and the trees in the nearby pavilion, the mountains and the sky in the distance, as well as the general structure of the objects and characters in the pavilion were presented one by one.
Su Wan watched from the side, seeing that he didn't stop writing without stopping, and couldn't help but admire. In fact, the man she married, regardless of his identity and appearance, was indeed an amazing talent.
He has read all the books in the world, and his skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting are few in the world. He has a broad mind and a gentle temperament. He is also gentle and considerate towards her. As long as she wants, he will basically try his best to achieve it.
He didn't know what kind of blessings she had achieved in her previous life, so that she fell in his eyes and they were able to achieve this marriage.
Moreover, the only person he likes is her. For example, in Li Fu's previous life, he never married a wife and was always alone.
Thinking of this, the possessive desire in her heart was satisfied, but after being satisfied, she felt a little sad. If she lived alone all her life, what a lonely and cold life it would be.
She reached out and caressed his cheek.
Two years have passed, and the once handsome young man seems to have matured a lot. The experience and magnanimity between his eyebrows have accumulated little by little with the passage of time.
Still looks great.
But the young man became her husband, and he was already a mature man. He lost his childishness and the occasional demeanor that he couldn't hide, and became more calm, restrained, calm and calm.
"What's wrong?" He reached out and grabbed her hand. Her hand used to be very slender, long and slender, but now it has some flesh and feels a little soft.
He did not turn his head to look at her. He started to draw the movement of the mountains with his right hand. He grabbed her troubled hand with his left hand, put it in his palm and squeezed it. Seeing that she was silent, he spoke again: "Huh?"
Finally, he finished drawing the movement of the mountains, and when he was changing pens, he turned to look at her. She was leaning on the edge of the table, looking at him with a look on her face, as if she was fascinated.
She said: "You look so beautiful like this."
His appearance is naturally very good. He looks like an elegant and dignified young master. He carries the air of a noble prince in every gesture and gesture. He also looks like a monk reclusive in the mountains and valleys, cold and lonely, far away from the world.
Such a person is her husband.
He smiled: "Madam, I love you, but my husband thinks that not only does he look good like this, but he looks good no matter what."
In the past, he might have thought that appearance was nothing more than skin, and it was whatever his parents gave him, but occasionally when he saw her fascinated by his appearance, he was still a little happy.
How shameless.
Su Wan's face turned red and she whispered: "I don't know when you became so thick-skinned. When I first met you, you were still a gentleman. Now it's only been two or three years that you have become such a thick-skinned person." This is what it looks like now.”
"Mr. Duanfang, this is true, but if you are dealing with Madam, you need to be thicker-skinned. Otherwise, Madam, can you still be with me?" He held her hand tightly on his knee and replaced it with one in his right hand. Pen paints.
Su Wan thought to himself, it's better to be thick-skinned, but I didn't tell you to be shameless, right?
"From what you said, it seems that I am difficult to coax?"
"No, my wife is considerate, gentle and tolerant." Sometimes his wife is like a flower of explanation, understanding and considerate of him, hoping that he can be happy.
However, occasionally there will still be some small temper, like a cat showing its little claws and being fierce.
Well, she said the word, but he thought it was quite appropriate to use it on her.
Thinking of this, he felt his heart soften, and the smile in his eyes became gentler.
Seeing him smiling like this, Su Wan felt happy.
Thinking of Li Fu's previous life and what he said about him, but compared to him now, she only felt full and happy in her heart, as if in this life, she had brought him joy and thus changed his life.
In this life of his, he would not be as lonely as in his previous life, although in those days, he might not feel anything bad.
It's just that it's a little lonely after all.
The distant starlight and bright moon are beautiful, but they are too far away and lonely, so how can they be warmer and more sultry than the fireworks in this world.
She wanted to keep him in this world of fireworks.
