Chapter 1325: Angel boy, lovely (37)
Chapter 1325 Angel boy, lovable (37)
"Draw quickly, I'm going to draw too."
Seeing that he was still in a daze, Su Qiao could not help but urged again.
"it is good."
Under the sun, Jiang Yihan's mouth raised a bright smile.
The breeze blows away the hair on his forehead, revealing his star-like black eyes.
Su Qiao stared blankly at him, almost not lost in his melting smile.
This guy……
It's better not to laugh.
Su Qiao looked at him, looked at the top of the mountain this morning, looked at the looming mountains in the distance, suddenly inspired
quickly walked to his easel and began to concentrate on painting.
The morning sun of spring is touching the body warmly, the air is full of the peculiar fragrance of grass, and the birds in the forest are chattering with scum, as if they are smiling happily.
On the verdant lawn on the top of the mountain, two figures are drawing their own world intently.
This scene is quiet, peaceful, and warm, as beautiful as a painting.
Until the sun rose to the middle, the two stopped the brushes in their hands one after the other.
Su Qiao finished the drawing one step earlier, and quietly walked behind the focused boy, waited for him to put down the pen, and said, "This is me?"
"No, it's not."
Jiang Yihan reflexively blocked it with his hand, his expression a little unnatural.
"Isn't it?"
Su Qiao looked at the somewhat thin back and the familiar ponytail, and she felt a bit like herself.
The boy’s desire to cover up has actually revealed the truth.
Su Qiao turned around, shrugged, and looked sad:
"I'm so good to you because I'm so kind to you. You painted other girls. I'm so sad."
"I...I...You..."
Jiang Yihan didn't expect to make her sad. He wanted to say that this was her, but he couldn't tell, and his face blushed.
Su Qiao suddenly laughed and turned around, and gave him a fist:
"Hahaha, tease you, who told you to lie and didn't admit that this figure is mine?"
Mingming painted her just now, and the background is the scene on the top of the mountain surrounded by mountains.
"Come, look at me, I put you in my painting."
Su Qiao took him to his easel and pointed to the tall and thin boy in white sportswear in the painting and said: "How about? I drew you handsome, right?"
"Why...how do I have wings?"
Jiang Yihan saw the person in the painting at a glance. There was a pair of big white feather wings on his back.
Behind is the scene of the rising sun, it looks as if he is following the sun, rising from the east.
"Because you are an angel in my heart."
When Su Qiao met him in the small forest for the first time, he felt like an angel who accidentally landed on the earth.
'Do not! ’
‘I am not an angel. ’
‘The real angel is you. ’
‘You are my angel, the angel in my life, my salvation. ’
Jiang Yihan's cheeks were red, and he refuted her words silently in his heart.
"You...you paint very well."
Su Qiao’s paintings, whether it is painting method or painting skill, give him a very amazing feeling.
"better than me."
Jiang Yihan did not learn to paint systematically, but he has seen some paintings left by his father, and has seen many famous paintings on TV, so he can still distinguish between good and bad.
Su Qiao is still a little confident in his paintings, not modest.
smiled and pointed at his painting and said: "You paint very well, too, with strong emotional expression and tension."
Darkness, with an element of destruction.
Just...
A good spring landscape painting, he can also draw a dark style.
She is also a little drunk.
(End of this chapter)
