The next five or six people put down their easels to paint, and two groups of still lifes were placed near the door, barely enough to hold two or three people's painting tools.
At this moment, there are only Chen Shi and Huang Dan, and the couple do not know where they are tired.
When Chen Shi came to his senses, a finger had already hooked the boy's chin, his breathing was stagnant, and his fingertips scratched slightly.
Huang Dan was scratched a little bit by him, "Light it up."
Chen Shi couldn't hear him and continued to scratch.
Huang Dan held his hand, "Wait a minute to scratch me, and get down to business first."
Chen Shi's eyelids fell, and his eyes fell on the boy's hand that grabbed him, "It didn't take long for me to draw."
Huang Yi paused, "Where did you see it?"
Chen Shi backhanded the boy's hand and rubbed it in his palm, "Line."
Huang Dan immediately understood that if he had been drawing for a while, the lines drawn by the pencil would have blurred traces. Even if he didn't take it out and touch it with his hands, he would still not be able to stop that trend.
But the line above that eye is very clear and neat.
In the last world, Huang Dan took the job and did it at home. The man was lying in front of the computer and looked at it, saying that he was a rude man and couldn't understand it. In this world, he painted better than him.
He pursed his lips, and there was a sense of continuity, a continuation of one world after another.
Chen Shi smacked his lips in his heart. He was also a man. His hands were so rough that he had nothing to say. Why are the young hands soft and tender? When he looked up, he found that the other party was in a daze again, looking a little sad.
"What's wrong?"
Huang Dan heard the words and went to look at the person in front of him.
Those eyes were indescribable, Chen Shi's bones were numb when he looked at it, he touched his face, and laughed mockingly, "Are you fascinated by your brother?"
Huang Dan did not speak.
The smile on Chen Shi's lips was stiff. He was stunned at first, then at a loss, "You don't want to cry, do you? Zhang Shuran, if you dare to cry, try not to cry!"
Huang Dan curled his lips, "I didn't cry."
Chen Shi was slightly startled, he closed his eyes and looked again, the boy's eyes were dry, his face was also, he didn't cry, was the expression that was so sad that he was about to cry just an illusion
Huang Dan pulled his hand back, "I have something important to do now, don't disturb me."
Chen Shi rolled his eyes.
He was still wondering when he saw the teenager bent over to pick up the shredded paper on the ground, "Is this the important thing? Are you kidding me?"
Huang Dan picked it up piece by piece, "Don't talk."
Chen Shi didn't say, "There is a broom outside the door, you can just sweep it. Besides, it's not your duty today, what are you doing..."
Huang Dan straightened up and kissed him on the lips.
The whole world is quiet.
Huang Dan picked up all the shredded paper he saw. The others were coming, and he had to get things done before that.
After a while, Huang Dan squatted on the ground and looked at the two paintings that he had spelled out. It was strange that except for the face, other parts were exactly the same.
One is the model's face and the other is Shen Liang's face, both from the same person.
Huang Dan moved his gaze to the second painting.
Chen Shi also looked at it, "Even if you are a narcissistic person, you can't draw a picture of yourself that is not bad at all. Even if you copy a photo, you won't copy the photo."
Huang Dan understands the truth, the face on this painting is too real, it's like... directly from Shen Liang's face.
Weird.
This is what makes Shen Liang lose his mind.
If it is Huang Dan, if he sees the same face as himself, he will be shocked.
Huang Dan said, "What do you think is going on?"
Chen's current affairs had nothing to do with him and said, "Who knows, when he comes, you can ask him, but with his son-in-law, even if he said it, it would be false."
At this moment, a head came over, "What are you doing?"
Before Huang Dan could stop it, Zhou Jiaojiao grabbed the shredded paper on the ground, and the faces he finally put together were all messed up.
Zhou Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes, "Shen Liang?"
She laughed happily, "It's Shen Liang, Shu Ran, this is Shen Liang's face, why doesn't he want to be a model, isn't he still painted?!"
Huang Dan asked, "Can you recognize it?"
Zhou Jiaojiao smiled and nodded, "Yes, Shen Liang's eyes are different from others."
Huang Dan felt that what Zhou Jiaojiao said was different was not the shape of the eyes or the color of the pupils, but something else.
The next moment, Zhou Jiaojiao threw away all the shredded paper, and blew it everywhere, was trampled, kicked, and floated into the bucket by others who entered the studio...
Huang Dan watched Shen Liang's face scattered in the studio, and he couldn't find it.
Zhou Jiaojiao suddenly exclaimed, "What is this?"
Huang Dan's glance