Youyou is really serious when painting.
Her expression was focused, as if the painting in front of her was everything to her.
The neat and smooth lines quickly outlined the boy's facial features. Youyou moved very quickly, and every trace of pen and ink was just right, making it almost impossible to pick out a single mistake.
Not long after, a handsome, mischievous and energetic young man appeared on the paper. Youyou made some adjustments, then put down the pen and said to the young man.
"It's done."
The little boy, that is, the prudish/true funny ratio, was secretly rubbing hands with each other at the moment, and a group of netizens were talking about Dashan's Weibo big V, and they were stunned when they heard the words.
He looked at his watch, it was only half an hour.
With a slightly skeptical look, he stood up from the small bench, Jinmo took a step forward, and walked to Youyou's side in a few steps with long legs.
I saw the person on the drawing board, very similar to him but too unlike him, Jin Mo touched his nose and thought to himself that he didn't have it, so how about being childish
The body was a little closer to the little girl because of bending over slightly.
Jin Mo turned his head and was amazed.
At close range, the girl's perfect facial features with whitening and filters are exposed naked, naked, and naked. Under his eyelids, Jinmo has never seen it before. A person's plain makeup can be seen cleanly so
This pure natural beauty.
It is not comparable to those artificial beauties who smell like plastic.
I shouted in my heart, so cute, so cute, I want to kiss, I want to bite, Jin Mo coughed dryly, his cheeks were pink with an unknown meaning—ah, my girlish heart, I really want to hug her and hold her high, Kiss all the time.
"Um, don't you like this painting?"
Seeing that the little boy frowned and kept staring at her, as if very dissatisfied, Youyou pursed his lips, looked at the drawing board and then at the little boy, and said disappointedly.
"If you're not satisfied, I can draw another one for free."
"ah?"
Realizing that his attitude had misunderstood the little girl, Jin Mo quickly waved his hand and took down the painting himself.
"No, no, I like it very much."
Simply love it.
Suddenly, he scanned the hot comment with a lot of replies from the screen of his mobile phone. Jinmo looked at Youyou, and his gentle voice was like coaxing a child.
"Can the little girl paint that kind of color, the super-like one?"
"Colored pencils?"
Tilting his head, he removed the upper layer of the toolbox, and Youyou pointed to the bottom layer, which was neatly arranged, with various pens, and his expression was very sincere.
"If that's the case, I will."
"Little brother, do you want to draw? It's two hundred a piece. It's super cheap."
The price was set according to the reminder of the system.
A colored lead painting is equal to ten sketches. Youyou's eyes rolled around, his eyebrows were curved, and he smiled brilliantly.
"Okay, okay."
The body answered before the brain, and after Jinmo came back to his senses, he pointed to his own face with a rare silly expression.
"Also, draw my face, okay?"
"Um."
Nodding her head, she chose a piece of high-quality paper from the drawing paper. Youyou closed her eyes and thought about it for a while, then started to draw without distraction.
Now Mo moved the small bench to Youyou's side.
Regardless of his image, he curled up his whole body, looked at Youyou and the drawing board, and praised Youyou to the sky with fans/netizens.
The blogger has a night of ink this morning:
'Let me tell you, the little girl has no makeup, she is really super pretty, and her body is still fragrant, her eyelashes are very long, flickering, very seductive. '
'Here, this is the painting process you want to see. How about it? The little girl's hands are very white and tender. They look beautiful. Do you want to kiss? '
'Sneakily took a group photo, but the little girl didn't notice hehe. '
'Ha, you don't have to envy this blogger, the luck of this blogger has always been unmatched by stupid mortals like you. '
…
A series of ostentatious words made many netizens shout to kill the blogger. However, as Youyou's paintings gradually took shape, a group of netizens suddenly uploaded from Jinmo. In a series of photos, they found something strange thing.
The rough guy walking down the street in slippers: "I'm going to class, the old vulgar blogger who used to speak pornography, turned out to be a brat?" '
'That's right, the blogger will give me back my middle-aged greasy uncle, I hate it. '
'The little brother who is thick, thin and tender, is much better than some middle-aged, wretched uncle, okay? ! ...Ahhh, I'm really lucky today, I found two beauties one after another, happy? ! '
The topic gradually became distorted, and people continued to join in.
Today, Mo found that his Weibo has been searched on the top, and there are many colleagues in the industry who continue to repost his Weibo and spread the popularity...
Only then did he realize that things were getting out of control.
Annoyed, he closed the phone, Jinmo looked at the little girl who was still kept in the dark and didn't know anything, and was suddenly at a loss for words.
I didn't turn on the phone again, just looked at the girl and the drawing board intently.
One hour, two hours, halfway through Jinmo bought two bottles of water for Youyou and himself, and when Youyou finished the painting, the sky was already dark.
"Yes, I'm sorry little girl, please forgive me, I, I..."
After taking the painting and apologizing to the girl, Jin Mo stuttered and was not at all fluent.
In the end, Jinmo, who was in a hurry, escaped directly under Youyou's gaze.
'What's up with him? '
Youyou looked at the back of the little boy running away in a panic, and Youyou's eyes flashed. After seeing the bulging wallet, he smiled sweetly again.
'Xi Xi, when I return to my original world, I must show off to Bai Qu that I will also make money and be able to support myself now, huh. '
[…]
Host, it's too early to say these things now, hey, hello? !
Put the paper, pen, ink and other painting items neatly into the toolbox. Youyou, who is in a good mood, doesn't know, because of those videos on the Internet, Lingya's heart is now very anxious/uneasy/flustered/uncomfortable up.
In the spacious and bright practice room, Lingya huddled in a corner, her eyes were red, and she looked at the words of praise or scolding on Weibo like masochistic.
Ling Ya thought, she must be sick, if not, how could she feel uncomfortable because of other people's compliments
Every word of praise or derogation in the comments on Weibo made Ling Ya feel stuck in her throat, and those teasing and ambiguous words of courtship,
Ling Ya couldn't accept it.
Youyou is hers, hers, how could he/they say that? !
What do you want to kiss, want to touch, want to hold high and want to hug, and even say that Youyou and that man are worthy of each other, what kind of vision does he/they have? !
Pursing her lips, she clicked on the microblog called This Morning You Yemo Bugui, Ling Ya read those video pictures and the blogger's words and replies over and over several times, and there was a feeling that the more she watched, the more she couldn't stop. down trend.
"Hate...! Hate...! Hate...!"
After saying three things in a row, Ling Ya disliked this blogger very much. At the same time, Ling Ya also complained/blame You You a little bit.
She wondered why Youyou wanted to go out to draw pictures instead of being in the house, wondered why Youyou wanted to let others approach her, and smiled so sweetly, and even more blamed why Youyou wanted others to discover her goodness and make others like her.
A heart was pulling repeatedly like a mess, Ling Ya bit her lower lip, she lost all thought of exercising.
After exiting Weibo and entering other communication interfaces, Lingya saw Youyou and didn't send her any information, feeling very complicated.
Why
Why didn't she call and explain to her
Didn't she know she could be angry and jealous
Could it be that she doesn't care about her feelings at all
…
Ling Ya's dejected appearance made Fu Shu, who was leaning outside the door, raise his eyebrows slightly.
—Actually, Fu Shu, who is a book wearer, understands Ling Ya's feelings for Bai Youyou clearly.
In the heart of the heroine Ling Ya, the heroine Bai Youyou is her possession.
They are Qingmei, who grew up together and never separated, and Ling Ya never thought of letting go of Bai Youyou's hand.
Ling Ya's desire to control Bai Youyou was too strong, she forced herself to grow up, but she was afraid that Bai Youyou would turn into something strange to her in a place she didn't know.
So even though it was her, when dealing with Ling Ya and Bai Youyou's relationship problems, she could only slow down and break them up slowly.
Cursing his lips and stepping in through the door, Fu Shu pretended to be surprised and looked at Ling Ya, as if he saw something incredible.
"you?"
As he approached Ling Ya step by step, Fu Shu's attitude was very gentle.
"What's wrong with you? Who bullied you? Tell me? Huh?"
Ling Ya: ...
Why did she see her in a mess again
Standing up from the ground in embarrassment, Ling Ya didn't answer Fu Shu's words, but instead asked her for leave: "I have something to ask for a two-day leave, can I?"
Fu Shu was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded.
"Yes, yes, but, is it convenient to tell me the reason?"
reason
Does it count if she wants to kiss and hug someone high