Half a Sect Master

Chapter 42: Fan's appearance

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Ever since seeing that sentence, Yin Rui has been fidgeting all day, portrait, what portrait? As the evening approached, he wrote the letter early and lay in bed waiting, almost eager to know the answer.

[Fan, what is the portrait? Fan, tell me if it's okay. Fan, I was wrong that day, I won’t be like that in the future, Fan,...] Between the lines, there is Yin Rui’s eagerness, and Bai Fan didn’t expect Yin Rui’s reaction to be so big, turning his head to find that all the official documents on the table I handled it cleanly, leaving nothing behind, and suddenly felt that I was being narrow-minded. [The portrait will be given to you as soon as possible.]After answering this letter, Bai Fan began to practice even harder, not only drawing during the day, but also practicing on rice paper with a charcoal pencil at night when he has time. But before going to bed, he will definitely burn all the drawings for practice. If you leave a defective product and make Yin Rui mistakenly think that he looks like that, it will be a big sin.

With such efforts, Bai Fan's painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and the characters under his hand became more and more similar to himself. In the end, even Bai Fan couldn't find anything in the portraits that was not like himself. But Bai Fan's practice is not over, because he copied this painting in front of the photos, but when he got there, there was no photo for him to draw in front of, so he had to memorize the painting, completely Remember completely, you can draw exactly without looking at any contrast objects. Thus, Bai Fan started to face the mirror all day again, he wanted to remember his own appearance.

The result of looking at the mirror for an hour and drawing for another hour every day is that Bai Fan has finally reached the highest state of narcissism, and he can dream of himself smiling and laughing in his sleep.

At the same time, his goal of not drawing a portrait of himself in front of the photo has finally been achieved.

Bai Fan stood in front of the easel in satisfaction, and sighed, what a masterpiece. But suddenly, Bai Fan felt that this painting needs to be changed. Everyone in Yin Rui's place has long hair. Is it too weird for him to put a portrait with short hair? After all, it is the first "meeting" To have a perfect first impression, Bai Fan doesn't want to leave any regrets between himself and Yin Rui.

Bai Fan looked at the portrait, raised his hand and began to change the hair, and finally changed it to a common hairstyle in Yin Rui's place, of course, it was long and fluttering.

Looking at this painting, Bai Fan immediately felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart, and after having a sense of accomplishment, he naturally wanted to invite someone to share with him, and enjoy the sight of the other person's admiration by the way.

As the only living person in the house, Gong Yijun was arrested just like that.

"Look, how do I draw?"

Gong Yijun looked at the man in ancient costume on the easel, and murmured something stinky, but couldn't help but take a second look, and then compare Bai Fan's appearance, this man is really suitable for ancient costume by accident.

Bai Fan raised his hand to look at his watch. It was only five o'clock. Although it was still early, he couldn't wait to bring this finished painting to Yin Rui for inspection, so Bai Fan waved at Gong Yijun and planned to go back to his room and lie down. go.

Gong Yijun watched Bai Fan leave this temporarily opened studio. He wanted to leave at first, but he couldn't move his feet when he saw the painting, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture by accident. Afterwards, Gong Yijun was also taken aback by his behavior. He patted his head, cursed secretly, turned and walked out of the studio quickly, but he didn't delete the picture he just took in his phone.

This night was a night of struggle for Bai Fan. When he opened his eyes from Yin Rui's body, he immediately got up to paint. It took him two hours to complete a satisfactory work. I didn't even drink saliva during this period, but I was full of energy and didn't feel tired at all.

After writing the letter, Bai Fan folded the painting and put it in the dark compartment together with the letter. He knew he should go to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Lost consciousness under that unknown force.

Yin Rui opened his eyes and woke up, looked at the beams, feeling a little lost, the quilt was still warm, this was the temperature left by Fan, Yin Rui pulled the quilt over his body again, and lay down for a while nostalgic , then raised his hand to open the secret compartment as usual, but was surprised to see that besides the letter, there was something more in the secret compartment.

Yin Rui's pupils shrank suddenly, as if realizing something, his heartbeat started to speed up. He stretched out his hand stiffly, took out the folded paper inside, and unfolded it little by little with anticipation. What was revealed in front of him was a man who could easily attract people's attention. Through the paper, she looked at him with a gentle smile. There is also a line of words [Rui, guess who this is?] in the lower left corner of the painting? This is what I look like, you have to remember it. ] This is... his Fan.

It turns out that his Fan looks like this.

Yin Rui's hand trembled unknowingly. He stroked the screen cherishingly, but found that there was a black mark on the place touched by his finger, and hurriedly withdrew his hand in panic. The person in the portrait still looked at him with an unchanged smile, those star-like eyes were full of tenderness, as if they could tolerate everything he did, Yin Rui didn't know why, but suddenly his cheeks felt a little hot.

After dodging awkwardly for a while, Yin Rui finally raised his head to meet the gaze of the portrait again. Throughout the whole day, Yin Rui hardly did anything, and all his time was spent on this ten-year-late portrait On, this painting is his fan. The face that had been blank in my heart for ten years was finally filled today.

Yin Rui never tired of drawing the outlines of the characters on the portrait with his fingers, but he only dared to touch the blank areas of the picture, and he didn't dare to touch the lines on it at all, for fear of damaging the portrait. But even so, while looking at Fan's portrait and reading the letter Bai Fan wrote to himself, he was extremely happy, and the feeling of Fan being by his side was stronger than ever.

Before nightfall, the collection of this portrait became a problem again. Yin Rui didn't want to be seen by others, and was afraid that the portrait would be accidentally damaged. In the end, he hid the painting in the dark room, replacing the original hanging painting. The one on the wall. Yin Rui looked at the lifelike portraits hanging on the wall, with a satisfied smile on his face, his Fan finally smiled at him.