"Draw quickly, I'll go draw too."
Seeing that he was still in a daze, Su Qiao couldn't help but urge him again.
"good."
In the sunshine, Jiang Yihan raised a bright smile on his face.
The breeze blew away his hair, revealing his star-like black eyes.
Su Qiao was stunned and almost lost in his smile that was like melting ice and snow.
This guy…
It’s better for this guy not to laugh.
Su Qiao looked at him, at the top of the mountain in the morning, at the looming mountains in the distance, and inspiration suddenly came to him.
He quickly walked to his easel and began to paint intently.
The spring morning sun caresses my body warmly, the air carries the unique fragrance of grass, and the birds in the forest chirp as if they are laughing happily.
On the green lawn at the top of the mountain, two figures were concentrating on painting their own worlds.
This scene is quiet, peaceful, warm and beautiful like a painting.
It was not until the sun rose to the middle that the two of them stopped painting, one after the other.
Su Qiao finished drawing earlier and quietly walked behind the focused boy. After he put down his pen, he spoke: "Is this me?"
"No, it's not."
Jiang Yihan reflexively blocked it with his hands, looking a little unnatural.
"Isn't it?"
Su Qiao looked at the somewhat thin back and the familiar ponytail, and felt that she looked a bit like herself.
The boy's attempt to hide his true intentions actually revealed the truth.
Su Qiao turned around, shrugged, and looked sad:
"I was so nice to you, but you actually drew other girls. I'm so sad."
"I...I...you..."
Jiang Yihan didn't expect to make her sad. He wanted to say that this was her, but he couldn't say it, and his face turned red.
Su Qiao suddenly laughed, turned around and punched him:
"Hahaha, I'm just teasing you. Who told you to lie and not admit that the back view is mine?"
The painting was clearly of her who was painting just now, and the background was the scene on the top of the mountain, surrounded by mountains.
"Come, look at mine, I put you in my painting too."
Su Qiao pulled him to his easel, pointed at the tall, thin boy in a white sportswear in the painting and said, "How is it? I made you look handsome, didn't I?"
"How...how come there are wings?"
Jiang Yihan saw at a glance that the person in the painting had a pair of large white feather wings on his back.
Behind him is the scene of the rising sun, and it looks as if he is following the sun, rising slowly from the east.
"Because in my heart, you are an angel."
When Su Qiao first saw him in the grove, he felt that he was like an angel who had accidentally landed on earth.
'No!'
'I am not an angel.'
'The real angel is you.'
'You are my angel, the angel in my life, my salvation.'
Jiang Yihan's cheeks were red, and he silently refuted her words in his heart.
“You… you draw very well.”
Su Qiao's paintings, both in terms of painting techniques and skills, gave him a very amazing feeling.
“Better than me.”
Jiang Yihan had not learned to paint systematically, but he had seen some of the paintings left by his father and had also seen many works of famous painters on TV, so he could still tell the good from the bad.
Su Qiao is still somewhat confident about his paintings and is not modest.
Pointing at his painting, she smiled and said, "You draw very well too. The emotions and tension are very strong."
Dark, with elements of destruction.
only…
He could even paint a spring landscape in a dark style.
She was also a little drunk.