Life suddenly returns to a single way, surrounded by natural oxygen bars. In the early morning, the birds singing and the flowers fragrant, and the vitality of nature will give people a peaceful mood.
Ji Tingyan has never experienced this kind of primitive life. She did not bring a pen or drawing book with her on this trip. However, a simple pencil and a notebook have become all her hobbies.
Cheng Yue followed her closely, and when she saw a beautiful picture popping up on the notebook with the move of her fingers, she was amazed. She realized that Ji Tingyan also drew randomly at first, but slowly Slowly, it became like she couldn't understand or learn. When the overall scenery appeared, it was already a very beautiful picture.
"Xiao Nai, these hands of yours must have been kissed by God. Otherwise, how can a few simple strokes make people see different scenery near and far? Even a vulgar person like me finds it incredible." Cheng Yue looked at it more and more. The more I realized that I had no artistic skills at all, I felt very ashamed.
Ji Tingyan pursed her lips and laughed, then compared her hands to a camera and compared it with Cheng Yue: "How about I draw you in and give it to you as a gift."
"Really? Xiao Nai, thank you, please make me more beautiful." Cheng Yue was a little excited and quickly adjusted her collar to make herself look more energetic.
Ji Tingyan said with a smile: "You are very beautiful, you are uniquely handsome."
The corners of Cheng Yue's lips raised even more, and she smiled very happily.
Ji Tingyan raised her eyes from time to time and looked at Cheng Yue. The tip of her pen smoothly outlined her facial features. Soon, a divine expression appeared on the notebook. Only Cheng Yue's upper body was drawn, blending with the scenery. , there is no color filling, just a single black, but it has already painted Cheng Yue's smile very vividly.
After Ji Tingyan finished drawing, she tore off the page and handed it to Cheng Yue: "Here it is, I've never been confident in figure drawing. See if it looks like you."
Cheng Yue quickly took it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and then scratched the back of his head: "You painted me so beautifully. Do I look so good when I smile?"
"It's even prettier than the one in the painting. No wonder Wang Cheng is obsessed with you." Ji Tingyan teased her with a smile. Cheng Yue's face flushed with embarrassment, and she suddenly noticed that Fu Ting, who had returned from training next to him, was walking over wearing only a T-shirt. His handsome face was covered with sweat, and his body was long and strong, full of charm.
"Xiao Nai, why don't you draw your sweetheart? This is a very meaningful thing. If you give him a painting, he will definitely keep it for the rest of his life." Cheng Yue immediately teased her.
Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes were filled with affection as she looked at Fu Ting who was walking towards her. Then she whispered, "I don't dare to draw him."
"Why?" Cheng Yue was stunned, not daring to draw Fu Ting, but he painted her so vividly with just a few strokes.
Ji Tingyan looked unsure of herself, pursed her lips, and sighed softly: "I'm afraid that no matter how I paint, I won't be satisfied. It's better not to paint than to be afraid of being disappointed."
"Oh, I understand, Mr. Fu is already hidden in your heart, you don't need to draw him at all." Cheng Yue burst out laughing.
Ji Tingyan quickly reached out to cover her mouth. This shy action and eager to hide expression were seen by Bing Ting. He immediately walked over with a smile and asked them curiously: "What are you talking about? We had such a good time chatting.”
"No... it's nothing." Ji Tingyan's pretty face turned bright red, and Cheng Yue quickly said wisely: "Xiao Nai, you guys talk, I'll go see what Wang Cheng is doing."
Cheng Yue took the painting and left happily. Fu Ting saw Ji Tingyan clasping her hands behind her back. His tall body pushed past her with an oppressive aura: "Show me what you are hiding in your hands." look."
"Nothing, I just drew a few pictures." Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes flashed, but she didn't dare to look directly into the man's eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to find her, she had already drawn a picture in the room. Zhang Futing's paintings were just a little unsatisfactory, so she didn't dare to show them.
"Oh? Let me take a look. I haven't seen your paintings before." Upon hearing this, Bing Ting became more interested. He stretched out his long arm and was about to grab it from behind her.
How could Ji Tingyan be his opponent? She obediently let him take away the book. The man opened a page and looked at it. His eyes deepened and a smile spread across his face: "The painting is good, very talented. From now on If we give birth to a daughter, she will definitely inherit your talent for painting."
Ji Tingyan's pretty face turned red and she whispered, "Who wants to have a child with you? You haven't even figured out your birth date yet."
"If you don't want to have sex with me, who are you going to have sex with?" Fu Tingjun was stunned, and then looked at her resentfully: "Xiao Nai, you won't change your mind."
"I don't have one." Ji Tingyan puffed up her cheeks: "Okay, give birth to a daughter and let her inherit my talent, just like I inherited my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and is also born with talent. Love to draw.”
When Bing Ting saw that she agreed, he immediately became happy: "No wonder you have such a hobby."
Ji Tingyan saw him turning page after page and watched carefully. When his hand turned down, Ji Tingyan's breath was stagnated in fright. She quickly wanted to reach out and grab it back, but the man subconsciously pulled it back. He raised his hand. With his height, Ji Tingyan couldn't catch him even if he jumped up. She stared at the man angrily.
"Give me back the notebook."
At this moment, Ting Ting turned to the next page. When he saw a man painted on it, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes: "This can't be me, can it?"
Ji Tingyan was so shy that she lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, kicked the stones with her toes, and said calmly, "Yes, it's you, but I don't seem to be very good at painting, unlike you."
"It's really not like me. You painted me too strong." Fu Ting couldn't help laughing, his voice was hearty, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Nonsense, I don't have one. You're not in such good shape." Ji Tingyan retorted angrily.
But Ting Ting stared at her and his voice gradually deepened: "Aren't you already familiar with whether I have a good figure or not?"
"What's the use of it? Maybe it looks good but not useful." Ji Tingyan deliberately made him angry.
"What did you say?" Ting Ting didn't expect that she would question his male ability, and immediately narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "Xiao Nai, it seems that I have to correct this dangerous idea of yours."
"What do you think?" Ji Tingyan asked, blinking her eyes.
Ting Ting immediately pulled her into his arms, put his thin lips against her ear, and exhaled with low heat: "How about we try it tonight and see if I can use it?"
Only then did Ji Tingyan realize that she seemed to have touched the man's bottom line. He was angry. She put her hands on each other's chests, with a pair of beautiful eyes showing shyness: "Fu Ting, I didn't question your intention. In fact, if you feel If tonight is suitable, I won’t object, otherwise, let’s give it a try.”
Ting Ting: "..."