Yun Jiansu replied to her.
Pu Tao's heart was pounding, and she had to put the phone aside for a while before she could calm down and continue the conversation. She was afraid that when she got excited, the whole row would be thrown out subconsciously, "Ahhhh."
Pu Tao took a deep breath, her chest line floated slowly, and after a while, she retrieved the phone back in front of her eyes.
As soon as her eyes touched those three words, the "up" switch on her lips was turned on in seconds.
What to say
Thank you
But like this, don't you kill the sky
Pu Tao stopped in time, changed his strategy, and wanted to use some words to prolong this communication.
She once again drew up a soft and cute girl's tone: Thank you Yunjiansu, I will start writing now! But I still want to ask, do you have a general look for the male host you envisioned, so I can move closer to that direction~
Yunjiansu is very official: whatever is in the play, you can paint it.
At the same time as getting the answer, Pu Tao also confirmed it.
Yunjiansu is a persuasive king, and his characteristics in various aspects of social software, plus the habit of chatting, all show a slightly arrogant atmosphere of bking.
If she doesn't talk to death, he can talk to death too.
Pu Tao immediately decided to close it as soon as it was good. There was no need to rush it for a while, and it was easy to provoke resentment if it was too entangled.
It's better to draw a line draft first, come up with something convincing, and make it a carrier to win the attention of the other party.
Pu Tao cleared his throat, as if the words he sent out had a voice: Then I will think about it carefully, and I will disturb you when the line draft is completed!
Yunjian Su Hui: Good.
it is good.
Not um, not oh, not OK, but good.
The peach heart softened again, fluffed, and quickly fermented into a sweet bread.
Because this word, this answer, often appears in men's radio dramas.
Just one word, but so condoning, it seems that he is willing to let him go up the mountain and down the sea of fire, and he will do anything.
Pu Tao rubbed off the bed, rummaged through the box to find the tablet, and after finding nothing, she suddenly remembered that when she changed rooms later in the year, she thought that the tablet was vacant and took up space, so she threw it home.
Don't wait for her!
Pu Tao let out a wailing in her heart, and she could only retreat and change the tablet as a painting tool.
She took out the ipad and stylus pen in the drawer of the desk, opened the painting software, adjusted the parameters, and began to find the feel according to the personal requirements sent to her privately by Xin Tian on the mobile phone.
"Lu Baizhou: Suit and leather shoes, black hair and black eyes, a faint smile, slightly drooping eyelids, put one hand in his pocket, and press the other hand over the head of the heroine, touching her head to kill."
Pu Tao's mind instantly had a composition.
She flattened the pad, stroked the screen with her fingers up and down, left and right, to confirm the range of the character, and then began to draw the line. After a while, a male figure appeared on the paper. Its lines were rough and scribbled, but the structure was long and perfect.
As Xin Tian said, some talents are muscle memory. Even if the hand is born, the habits that have been left over over the years will make people quickly become attached to it.
After the simple refinement, Pu Tao erased the extra lines with an eraser, and the hero Lu Baizhou changed from words to pictures.
Pu Tao stared at his indifferent eyebrows, and she had a simple imagination. She felt that Yun Jiansu himself looked like this.
She carefully stroked the brush, highlighting his pupils, and the man's eyes suddenly became emotional, and no matter who it was, it melted for this look and action.
It would be even better if you could speak.
Pu Tao added a bubble frame to the back of his head, and then wrote his own white moonlight: "Why don't you sleep? I won't call you tomorrow."
Even if this sentence has nothing to do with the background of the whole person's design, it is even a bit abrupt.
However, it does not affect this at all—
absolutely.
World.
good.
do.
Pu Taoxu clenched his fists, held his cheeks with one hand, watched with a smile, and finally brushed a few strokes. Under the man's blank palm, he drew a shy-faced stickman, and signed it on his body: Pu Tao Peach.
So shameful, ashamed to exhilarate.
After a long while, Pu Tao picked up the phone, took a picture of this semi-finished line draft, and wanted to share it with friends impatiently.
She couldn't bear such a shameless picture alone.
Pu Tao bent her eyes, clicked on the top chat box, sent the picture, and hurriedly pressed the key: Look, the world famous painting!
She was ready to be instantly overwhelmed by the mockery of her friends.
but-
It seems that something is wrong
Pu Tao calmed down, her face froze for a moment, and the sunset spread from her cheeks to behind her ears.
She was so complacent that she forgot that when she ended the chat just now, she also invited Yun Jiansu to the top of the QQ chat list, and subconsciously thought that Xin Tian was the only one on the top, so she opened her mouth when she poked in.
Pu Tao, who was so excited that her toes curled up a second ago, was embarrassed to the point of tingling her scalp.
She was dizzy, and her head was full of pinballs flying and jingling.
After suffocating for two seconds, Pu Tao hurriedly pressed and withdrawn, and the whole person was embarrassed like a pressure cooker squealing.
Referring to the time before and after Yun Jiansu agreed to the friend application, he should not have seen it.
She comforted herself like that.
However…
Yunjiansu:…
Already see it
Pu Tao's fingertips trembled slightly, a little frightened.
Yunjiansu: Why did you withdraw
Pu Tao's facial features were frozen, and his heart was ashes as he kowtowed: It was sent to the wrong person.
Yunjiansu: Wasn't it sent to me
No... but it seems, also...
But, definitely not this version...
Pu Tao's thoughts were knotted, and her mind was a little confused. Her heart was stuck in her throat, and she responded with difficulty: Did you see it
Yunjiansu: Hmm.
Pu Tao: How much do you see, big picture or small picture
If it's just a small picture, there is still a chance to save it.
The other party was completely ruthless, and even slightly ridiculed: he admired the entire world famous painting.
Pu Tao: … … … … … … … … …
The chat box became unusually silent.
Pu Tao doesn't know how to deal with it in order to appear comfortable. She is a sullen ghost with different appearances. She is not slick in dealing with people. In real life, the part she shows to the outside is usually only one ten thousandth of the brain.
But now it was different. She threw herself into a nut shell and accidentally rolled in front of a favorite stranger. She failed to escape in time and was picked up by him, witnessing her disgraced self.
For a moment.
The host in the cloud asked: Do you like this male protagonist
Pu Tao returned to her soul, and the man built the next step in a few words, giving her a good excuse to excuse her.
She was quiet for a while, tangled.
The wind from the invisible skylight seemed to have grown stronger, pushing against her spine, and she suddenly wanted to express her intentions.
Be honest, Pu Tao, hypocritical decency will only push you farther and farther from this person, she told herself.
After making up my mind, Pu Tao's typing strength became firmer: No.
Pu Tao: I like this sentence, I like it very much.
Yunjiansu: Which sentence
For some reason, her face started to get hot again, and she bit her lower lip white: You should have seen it in the picture. My friend is the late stage of this radio drama, she sent me a short section, that's it.
The chat box is quiet again.
A moment later, a 4-second voice came over there.
A short text message follows.
Yunjiansu: This sentence
The author has something to say: The hero! cnm!