Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 203 I can't find it on the Internet

In the 16k sketchbook, there are two characters that are almost finished, a man and a woman, with intimate poses, interacting with love, the girl puts an apron on the man, and the man's legs are slightly bent.

"Didn't you draw this on a tablet just now? Why did you draw on paper again?" Tang Ranran was changing the charcoal pencil and using a 14B pencil to shape the character's head, when a leisurely and magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind her .

Why did Yu Beicheng come here?
Tang Ranran paused for a while, and when she applied force, the 14B in her hand suddenly broke. It was one of the few sharp pencils she could use to draw details.

Good guy, this is broken, blunt and blunt.

Sitting on the swing, Tang Ranran immediately turned her head to look at Yu Beicheng behind her. Her long hair was tousled by the autumn wind, and the strands of her hair floated in the air, bringing a faint fragrance of jasmine.

"I can just draw if I want to. What are you doing here? Don't you take a nap?" Tang Ranran lowered her head and put all the pens in her hand into the pen case on the ground.

Yu Beicheng was staring at the gentle woman in front of him, seeing that she was about to leave, he stopped her loudly: "Can I see your drawing?"

I don't know if it was because the afternoon sun was too warm, but Tang Ranran actually felt that Yu Beicheng's tone was very gentle at this moment, which was different from his usual coldness.

Tang Ranran awkwardly put all the pencils and charcoals into the pencil case, she sat up straight, and quickly passed the sketchbook in her arms towards Yu Beicheng.

"Draw casually, Mr. Yu, don't look at it with too professional eyes."

"I'm not professional, I'm just someone who can sing." Yu Bei took over the thick sketchbook, and he also softly described his identity.

"No, your aesthetic is great." Tang Ranran raised her head to look at Yu Beicheng's dark eyes, and she smiled, admiring Yu Beicheng without being awkward.

Yu Beicheng also heard this sentence, he paused, flipped through the sketchbook in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the single-person sketch on that page, "You were chosen by Lao Yao, not by me, not by him. You, I don't know you either."

Yu Beicheng was indeed telling the truth.

Although he was bored and would go to Chaohua to have a look, he hadn't noticed the account "Yu Yuyu" yet, which also shows how powerful Lao Yao paddles.

The pencil was put into the pencil case, and the sketchbook was also given to Yu Beicheng. Tang Ranran freed her hands for a moment, and she grabbed the rope on the swing again, her calf kicked up, and she was ready to swing.

"I know, it's Yao Gehui's eye for talent. Besides, our acquaintance is due to fate, do you understand fate?" Tang Ranran spoke while swinging, causing her voice to become louder and quieter for a while, and quiet with her side The man looking at the sketchbook is in stark contrast.

Yu Beicheng didn't reply to her "fate", but praised her in a good tone: "You don't seem to be an art student either? I think you draw better than the art students. I went back to my alma mater two days ago to study Brothers and sisters, I have seen many from the Academy of Fine Arts."

Tang Ranran didn't know why the atmosphere between them had suddenly eased a lot. She said "um", surprised by Yu Beicheng's sudden compliment, she tapped her toes lightly, and the swing suddenly stopped: "Huahua It is my hobby, but I am very happy to be praised by Teacher Yu, and my family is actually not willing to let me spend more time on painting."

Yu Beicheng suddenly felt that the woman next to him had become different, a bit matching her gentle appearance.

He flipped two pages forward lightly, the rustling sound of the sketch paper was particularly obvious in the quiet corner of the swing.

Yu Beicheng suddenly saw himself in the sketchbook.

That was the appearance of his first national tour stage, which happened to be when he was a little popular, but he received a little more criticism. It can be said that he was the representative of black and red at that time.

It is the same period as her music as the ringtone of WeChat.

Tang Ranran's brushstrokes are bold and smooth, and the outlines he portrays are sharp and angular, with a strong sense of rhythm. He painted all his rebelliousness at that time, making him look wild and handsome.

There is also a temperament that is not defined by outsiders.

Yu Beicheng's Adam's apple slid up and down twice. He was about to say something to Tang Ranran, but the girl spoke first.

"Ms. Yu, is there anything you want? It's not on Baidu Encyclopedia, and you can't find it on the Internet."

(End of this chapter)