Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1006 The Young Man About to Suffocate (Fifth Watch)

On both sides of the temples, a strand of black hair hangs down from each side.

Gently brushing over his impeccably handsome and delicate face.

Pale and thin fingers, holding a brush, are scratching across the white rice paper in front of them...

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips.

It is good to be beautiful.

No matter from which angle you look at it, no matter what action you take, if you use a frame to freeze it, it will be a painting.

"I thought you were writing, but you were painting?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice suddenly sounded.

Zou Lin'er was surprised, and the brush in his hand paused.

A drop of ink fell on the drawing paper, adding a mole to the chin of the person in the portrait.

"Sister Yang? Why are you here?"

Zou Liner was overjoyed and hurriedly put down the brush in his hand and stood up.

Thinking of something, he suddenly sat back down, picked up the drawing paper with a face and facial features spread on the table, and was about to put it away.

"What are you doing when you put it away? Let me have a look."

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Zou Lin'er shook his head: "It's nothing to look at if you just scribble."

He tidied up in a hurry.

Pulling open the drawer on the side of the desk may be due to excessive force, or it may be due to other reasons.

The drawer turned upside down on the floor.

All the paper inside was spilled out.

"oops!"

He let out a low cry, and quickly bent down to pick it up.

One fell to Yang Ruoqing's feet.

She also bent down to pick it up, and her eyes fell on the painted figure on the drawing paper.

"Huh? Whose girl is this painting? Why does it look familiar?"

she muttered to herself.

"No, I just drew it as I thought."

Zou Lin'er said, reaching out to take back the drawing paper in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing was ten thousand times faster than him.

The stack of drawing papers he held in his arms were all in her hands in the blink of an eye.

"Don't look..."

Zou Lin'er wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and flipped through the drawing papers in her hand one by one.

Those beautiful eyebrows are sometimes raised slightly and sometimes furrowed slightly.

The expression on that delicate face also changed rapidly.

Seeing all this, Zou Lin'er felt more guilty.

Standing beside her with a flushed face, he didn't dare to vent his breath.

After finally waiting for her to finish reading the last picture, she finally took her eyes back from the drawing paper.

looked at him very seriously.

Zou Liner was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had seen through, and lowered his eyes even more guiltyly.

The long eyelashes were trembling slightly, which complemented the finely carved handsome face. He was really a handsome young man who was breathtaking!

"It's all me that you drew, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked straight to the point.

Zou Liner nodded slightly.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she wanted to say something, but Yang Ruoqing spoke out first again.

"I said Lin'er, Lin'er, if you want to draw, I can draw, but you shouldn't have drawn me so wretchedly!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a depressed face, her fingers were still gently patting the thick stack of drawing paper in her hand.

This kid, just draw her to pass the time when he has nothing to do?

This is a thick stack, at least there are more than 30 sheets.

Moreover, it is drawn from different perspectives.

Some are full body, some are half body, some are sideways, and some have only one back view.

The clothes on the body and the hairstyle of the hair are all clearly drawn.

The facial expressions, facial expressions and movements of the characters are also well portrayed.

This painting is amazing.

It's just that it's not the orthodox style she likes.

Sure enough, Zou Lin'er was obviously surprised when he heard Yang Ruoqing say that.

He raised his eyes and looked at the drawing paper in her hand, feeling a little confused.

"Sister Yang, did you read it wrong? Or did you understand it wrong?"

"You in these portraits are very dignified and kind. Look at this one, how beautiful you are when you smile..."

Zou Lin'er came over, found one of the thick stacks of drawing papers with ease, and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister Yang, look, this is the one." He said.

Yang Ruoqing took it over and took a look, she almost choked to death on her saliva.

"Lin'er, don't scare my sister. My sister is timid, so don't be scared." She said while holding her chest.

"You kid just smile when you draw me, can you not draw my exposed teeth so clearly?" she said.

This one, maybe it was the one where she had snacks with him once.

It made her feel that as long as the piece of dim sum in her hand was replaced with a pack of spicy sticks, the joy would be overwhelming.

"How about this, Lin'er, my sister will draw two pictures for you to take a look at."

Yang Ruoqing simply said.

Zou Lin'er was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll grind ink for my sister."

Yang Ruoqing sat behind the desk, and Zou Liner stood beside her grinding ink, with her head tilted, her eyes following her hand holding the pen.

"Sister, do you paint flowers, birds, insects, fish, figures, or landscapes?"

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing hadn't written for a long time, Zou Lin'er couldn't help asking.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I like to draw figures."

"Well, I'll draw myself too, I have to draw myself as a big beauty."

Zou Liner: "..."

Having made up her mind, Yang Ruoqing began to write.

I saw that the tip of her pen was stained with ink, and then she lightly wrote on the white rice paper in front of her.

Zou Liner's eyes followed the black lines drawn by her pen.

Sister Yang's hands are beautiful.

It looks good when holding a silver needle, and it looks good when holding a pen.

He likes to watch.

However, what do the strange lines falling on the rice paper by Sister Yang represent?

Is she sure she is really painting?

Zou Lin'er was full of doubts, but he watched the painting without saying a word, maintaining an excellent self-restraint.

Zou Lin'er couldn't understand Yang Ruoqing's natural way.

She hooked her lips and snickered.

If this makes your kid understand, wouldn't my sister wear it as a white soul?
Xiaozhengtai, let’s accept the move, let you see what a Two-dimensional beautiful girl is!

rustle……

rustling...

The room was extremely quiet, only the rubbing sound of the pen tip falling on the rice paper, which was refreshing and pleasant to hear.

Neither of the two spoke.

Zou Lin'er's eyes kept following Yang Ruoqing, watching her cleverly combine the previously seemingly unrelated lines.

Then, on the paper, a strange and absurd picture appeared.

"Dengdengdeng...you're done, let's enjoy it!"

Yang Ruoqing put down the brush in her hand and held up the freshly baked painting.

Zou Lin'er got a little closer and looked at the girl in the painting who was wearing strange clothes and holding a moon-shaped object in her hand.

She was a girl because she was wearing a short skirt with slender thighs exposed underneath.

The area above his chest was very big and round, even bigger and rounder than that of his previous wet nurse.

"Sister Yang, is this girl really our kind? Why do I look weird?" Zou Lin'er couldn't help asking.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the girl's face on the drawing: "Look at the facial features, is it me?"

Zou Lin'er compared them twice and nodded hurriedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, and said: "That's right, I painted myself as I imagined, and even married myself with another name."

"What's your name?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing blushed: "Princess Moon—Shui Bingyue!"

(End of this chapter)