What she cares about is...
"Mr. Big Brother... Is this the meeting gift you gave me?"
Her disappointment was too obvious, and Mu Xuanqing raised her eyebrows, "Why, don't you like it?"
It took him two days and two nights to paint this, and the picture she had in hand...
Not the only one.
After more than ten years of writing, his painting skills became a little jerky. He was not very satisfied with the first one, so he painted another one. The first... is a portrait of her. When we first met that day, she suffered from one leg. The wound appeared to be a little embarrassed, but his eyes were shining like staring at some delicious food. At that time, he was too weak and extremely vigilant, but in retrospect, his impression of her was from the first From the first meeting, it was very deep.
As if engraved in his head, he remembered every subtle change in her expression at the time.
But he felt dissatisfied after painting, too jerky, and...
The meeting gift given to her, how can she give her own portrait? What if... she misunderstood
Mu Xuanqing was so entangled with a gift for the first time, and then he drew a second painting...
This time his feelings gradually came back, not so jerky, he was still quite satisfied, although it was a little bit...
But he didn't have time to change.
Because, she sent him a message before get out of class was over today: "Big Brother~ Where's my meeting ceremony? You don't want to lose it, do you?"
Mu Xuanqing could not drag on any longer.
She was a little excited and told her immediately, "Waiting at the school gate."
He didn't realize that this sentence was almost like an appointment with a primary school student, he really wanted to give her a gift seriously.
As soon as Gu Qingyu opened it, he saw...
Mu Xuanqing himself.
Mu Xuanqing's painting is really good. After so many years, he only painted the second one, which made Gu Qingyu feel even better than some of her teachers. She didn't talk about the color of the lines, Gu Qingyu Once I opened it, I couldn’t move my eyes...
Because, Mu Xuan Qingming in the painting is just a portrait, lifeless, but his eyes are full of expression, staring at her scorchingly, making her feel a strange feeling in an instant, not a kind of It makes people feel very comfortable, on the contrary, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
But such uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but it does not make people feel bad, but there is a strange feeling in my heart...
It seems that he in the painting is staring at her, just staring at her alone.
Gu Qingyu raised his head and looked at Mu Xuanqing who was obviously a little uncomfortable, with a smile in his eyes, "Yes, I don't like it."
"..."
Mu Xuanqing couldn't tell how he was feeling at the moment, but he was not very comfortable anyway.
Just about to say that if she didn't like it, he would take the painting back and give her the celebrity calligraphy and painting originally prepared by Chen Ran. Unexpectedly, the girl in front of her eyes flickered slightly, pouting her mouth, she was a little unhappy. Grabbing his tie, he pulled him to her side!
Mu Xuanqing's pupils shrank, because she had no defense against her, she was pulled over and almost leaped directly on top of her. Fortunately, he pressed the wall behind her in good time, and Mu Xuanqing raised his head in embarrassment. I felt that the faint scent of her body had enveloped her breath, and she stared at him with clear and translucent eyes, shining, as if she could speak...
He heard her voice: "You know you know that what I want... is you. But I used a portrait to perfuse me... Sir~ You are very cunning..."