On both sides of the temples, a strand of black hair hangs down.
Gently brushing against his impeccably handsome and delicate face.
His pale and thin fingers were holding a brush and scratching across the white rice paper in front of him...
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 you frame it and freeze it, it will be a painting.
"I thought you were writing, but you're actually painting?"
Yang Ruoqing's voice suddenly sounded.
Zou Lin'er was surprised and stopped holding the brush in her hand.
A drop of ink fell on the drawing paper, adding a black mole to the chin of the person 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 again, 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 her head: "It's just graffiti, there's nothing interesting about it."
He hurriedly packed it up.
Pulling open the drawer next to the desk, maybe it was too much force, or maybe it was for some other reason.
The drawer turned upside down on the floor.
All the papers inside were spilled out.
"oops!"
He let out a low cry and quickly leaned down to pick it up.
One of them landed at Yang Ruoqing's feet.
She also leaned down and picked it up, her eyes falling on the characters 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's hand was ten thousand times faster than his.
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, sometimes slightly frowned.
The expression on that delicate face also changed rapidly.
All this made Zou Liner feel more and more guilty.
He stood next to her with a blushing face, not daring to express his anger.
After she finally finished 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.
His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, complementing his 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 said with a depressed look on her face, tapping the thick stack of drawing paper in her hand with her fingers.
This kid just drew her to pass the time when he had nothing to do?
This is a thick stack, with more than thirty sheets at least.
Moreover, it is painted from different perspectives.
Some are full body, some are half body, some are sideways, and some only have a back view.
The clothes on the body and the hairstyle of the hair are all clearly drawn.
The characters' eyebrows, expressions, and movements are all drawn with 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 look dignified and kind in these portraits. Look at this one, how beautiful you look when you 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 she had with him eating snacks once.
It made her feel that as long as she replaced the snack in her hand with a pack of spicy strips, the joy would be overwhelming.
"Okay 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 hadn't started writing for a long time, Zou Lin'er couldn't help but ask.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I like to draw characters."
"Well, I'll draw myself too. I have to draw myself into a huge beauty."
Zou Lin'er: "..."
After making up her mind, Yang Ruoqing began to write.
I saw the tip of her pen dipped in ink, and then she gently wrote 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 looked at the painting without saying a word, maintaining 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!
rustle……
swish swish...
The room was extremely quiet, except for the friction sound of the pen tip falling on the rice paper, which was fresh and sweet, and very nice to hear.
Neither of them spoke.
Zou Lin'er's eyes have been following Yang Ruoqing, watching her skillfully combine the previously seemingly unrelated lines.
Then, a strange, absurd picture appeared on the paper.
"Thum, thump, thump... it's done, come and enjoy it!"
Yang Ruoqing put down the brush in her hand and raised the freshly painted painting.
Zou Lin'er moved closer and looked at the girl 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 top part of her chest was so big and round, even bigger and rounder than that of 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 the two words 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 face was not red: "Princess of the Moon - Shui Bingyue!"
