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The charcoal pencil made a soft, rustling sound as it fell onto the drawing paper.

Fang Yu kept his head down, his gaze shifting back and forth between the sketchbook and the figure under the tree.

Red walls, ancient trees, and Shen Weimin holding a thermos cup next to him.

At this moment, everyone else became his background.

Liu Yifei's hands and feet were a little stiff at first.

After all, a CCTV director was watching from the side, yet she stood under the tree posing for a photo while her boyfriend sketched her.

By any measure, it looks like they're dating on public funds.

But gradually...

Looking at Fang Yu's focused profile, her restless heart actually calmed down.

This guy always talks nonsense and is never serious.

Once he gets into the zone, that quiet, focused energy has a captivatingly unexpected charm.

It makes you want to take a second look.

Time slipped away second by second.

Fang Yu finally put down his pen, let out a long sigh, and shook his aching wrist.

Liu Yifei felt as if she had been granted a pardon and was just about to stretch her neck, which was about to stiffen.

"Are you done?"

"No."

Fang Yu didn't even look up.

"Fairy Sister, hang in there a little longer!"

Liu Yifei's shoulders, which had just relaxed, immediately became stuck.

"That last shot of lighting and shadow was a bit lacking; it was rushed."

Fang Yu turned the page with a "whoosh".

"Let's secure one, then take another one!"

Liu Yifei: "???"

Her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

No.

It's one thing to have multiple takes when filming a movie, but you can get another take for a sketch?!

Beside him, Shen Weimin paused for a moment while holding the thermos.

You think you're the director of the camera just because I let you draw something?

He was already starting to regret agreeing to that kid's request.

Fang Yu completely ignored their reactions.

The charcoal pencil fell again.

The courtyard fell silent again, with only the gentle breeze and the white noise of paintbrushes remaining.

I stayed up for quite a while.

So long that Liu Yifei felt her neck no longer belonged to her.

She finally couldn't hold back and spoke in a low voice.

"Fang Yu..."

"Um?"

"Is it ready?"

Her voice even carried a hint of grievance.

"My neck is about to cramp up."

"It's all set!"

Fang Yu offered words of comfort, but his hands didn't stop moving at all.

"Just a few more strokes, then we'll wrap up."

The charcoal pencil swept quickly across the drawing paper.

Then, he neatly wrote a line of small characters in the lower left corner.

Snapped!

Fang Yu closed his charcoal pencil, looked up, and snapped his fingers.

"Perfectly wrapped up!"

Liu Yifei felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly raised her hand to rub her neck.

Fang Yu carefully tore off the drawing paper and gently blew away the charcoal powder floating on it.

Liu Yifei immediately went over to her.

She wanted to see what she would get in return for all the suffering she had endured.

Fang Yu didn't hide anything and handed the painting directly to her.

The moment my eyes fell on the screen.

Liu Yifei's breath hitched slightly.

The painting does not depict a complete panoramic view of the palace.

Fang Yu only captured a corner of the courtyard.

The mottled red walls are covered with varying shades of charcoal color, creating a rough yet textured look.

A beam of light fell diagonally from the upper right, illuminating the profile of the person in the painting.

In the painting, she is wearing a windbreaker, her hair is tied in a high ponytail, and she is looking up slightly at the sky between the treetops.

There was no elaborate makeup, nor the perfect professional expression for the camera.

Only the wind-blown stray hairs and the rare relaxation between his brows and eyes remained.

Yet, it is precisely this kind of person who, amidst the interplay of black, white, and gray light and shadow, is more vibrant than any meticulously retouched masterpiece.

Liu Yifei stared blankly at the painting.

So, in Fang Yu's eyes...

This is what my truest self looks like.

Shen Weimin also strolled over and glanced at the paper.

He didn't speak.

But I've already made my own judgment.

The most difficult thing about drawing figures is never making the facial features look as realistic as possible.

Instead, grasp at God.

This painting is captured.

"How is it?"

Fang Yu leaned closer, his face clearly saying, "Praise me!"

"Fairy Sister, please give me a five-star review! Did it turn out alright?"

Liu Yifei rubbed her neck while deliberately putting on a stern face.

"It's alright, at least it's good enough for my neck."

Fang Yu was immediately delighted.

"Absolutely."

He shoved the painting into Liu Yifei's hands.

"Go back and find a nice frame to mount it, then hang it above the bed."

"Every morning when I open my eyes, I can admire my own stunning good looks."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"What kind of good person would hang themselves on the headboard of their bed? That's terrifying."

"Too."

Fang Yu nodded seriously.

The next second, he chuckled and tore another sheet of paper from his sketchbook.

"cough."

"Actually, there's one more."

He took the painting and strolled over to Shen Weimin.

He extended both hands forward.

"Director Shen, this is for you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei, who was standing behind, instantly froze with a smile.

Has this guy gone mad?!

Giving away his girlfriend's painting to someone else?

Shen Weimin was also taken aback.

"mine?"

He hesitated before taking the drawing paper and glanced at it.

next second.

His expression froze.

Liu Yifei is not in the second painting at all.

In the center of the image is a middle-aged man wearing an old-fashioned dark blue jacket, with a slightly furrowed brow and holding a stainless steel thermos in both hands.

Just a few strokes of the pen.

The folds in the jacket, the way he held the cup, and the aura of someone standing by, silently observing and ready to correct any problems.

It's all drawn.

The most expressive feature is still those eyes.

Serious, scrutinizing, and with a hint of "you better not mess with me."

It's not that they look very similar.

Just say the same.

In the lower right corner of the drawing paper, there is a line of small text.

—Photos of Director Shen inspecting work.

Liu Yifei peeked out and stared blankly for a full three seconds.

Then she finally realized what was happening.

"Fang! Yu!"

The nation's goddess was so angry she almost lost her temper on the spot.

"You lied to me earlier and said the lighting wasn't right, so I had to take another one."

"Isn't the affection for me just for the sake of painting me?"

"You used me as a human scaffold to deliberately stall for time, all so you could secretly draw Director Shen?!"

That's exactly what she was saying!

When did Fang Yu become so meticulous about a sketch?

So all that time I spent posing at a 45-degree angle under the tree with a melancholy expression was just a ruthless way to prolong my time!

Fang Yu spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Fairy Sister, what you're saying is really hurtful."

"I drew the first one with real emotion."

"As for the second one..."

He grinned at Shen Weimin.

"The main reason is that I'm too eager to improve."

Liu Yifei: "..."

Shen Weimin: "..."

God the hell wants to improve!

Sending a quick sketch of the soul, hoping to get preferential treatment in the theme song review process?

"Nonsense!"

Shen Weimin immediately straightened his face and adopted the authority of a famous CCTV director.

"Who gave you permission to draw me during work hours?"

Fang Yu blinked and responded fluently.

"Director Shen, I submitted a report before I started writing."

"You didn't say anything. According to the rules of our Kaoshantun, not saying anything means you agree."

Shen Weimin was speechless for a moment after being choked by this fallacy.

Seeing this, Fang Yu made a move to snatch the drawing paper.

"Fine, since you find it an eyesore, I'll tear it up now and destroy it on the spot."

"We guarantee that we will not leave any evidence."

"Why!"

Almost reflexively, Shen Weimin pulled the hand holding the painting into his chest.

The movements were incredibly fluid and lightning-fast.

The air in the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Shen Weimin cleared his throat.

"Since it's already been drawn..."

"Tearing it up is indeed a waste of paper."

As he spoke, he slowly folded the drawing paper and carefully put it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

The whole process was steady and natural.

"I'll keep this for now."

"So that you won't litter everywhere and add to the workload of the Palace Museum's cleaning staff."