The self-cultivation of the female supporting role of the evil party

Anyway, to be idle is to be idle, Jingcheng said casually.

"Then let me see how your so-called best at is."

Wen Xian was stunned.

now?But she didn't bring either the drawing board or the painting tools.

But then Jing Cheng's words solved her worry.

"I remember that there are special painting utensils in the villa, but they are only for oil painting. Can you?"

Wen Xian nodded. In fact, for all types of painting, she didn't stand out for a certain type, but dabbled in all of them. For example, oil painting is the same. She is indeed a genius in this field.

So she just said.

"Then what should I... draw?"

After thinking about it for a while, Jingcheng suddenly smiled with interest.

"Then draw me."

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The villa courtyards in Jingcheng occupy a large area, not only limited to villas, but more inclined to the area, and there are many facilities in it.

For example, in the current flower garden, although there are few precious flowers for viewing, most of them are seasonal flowers and wild flowers, but the advantage is that there are many varieties and colorful colors.

And at this season, when the flower garden is in full bloom, it seems that there are broken lights floating in the air, and colorful butterflies are flying.

Because the painting needs a location, the two came to the most suitable place.

There is a swing in the center of the flower field, which is made of tree stumps entwined with vines and flowers. Jingcheng sits on it, with his toes hanging naturally above the sea of ​​flowers.

And Wen Xian was sitting on the stool in front of the wooden drawing board not far in front of her.

Jing Cheng said. "Just ask for any posture you need."

Hearing this, Wen Xian spoke.

"Miss Jing just needs to maintain the posture that she feels will be the most comfortable. After all, this will take a long time."

In fact, Wen Xian is already feeling a bit embarrassed now. After all, oil painting is not a quick painting. It is something that takes time, let alone figure painting. Although her technique is very sophisticated and mature, it is difficult to complete it in at least a few hours. , unless you don't care at all, it will naturally be fast.

Therefore, oil painting that takes time will test the artist's patience and ability to bear hardships, and it will also test the model's patience. Whether Jing Cheng has patience...she probably does not have it.

But the matter has come to this point, there is no other way, after all, her identity cannot make her reject Jing Cheng's decision, so she can only hope that Jing Cheng loses patience as soon as possible.

After adjusting the paint, Wen Xian said.

"Then I'll start, Miss Jing."

After speaking, she began to carefully observe Jing Cheng's appearance and posture.

Looking at it, she couldn't help being fascinated.

In fact, she didn't observe Jing Cheng's face very carefully before, after all, it is not very polite to stare at someone's face, so she only thinks that Jing Cheng is beautiful, but she has no real understanding of where her beauty lies.

And now after being able to observe it openly, let her know how amazing it must be...

At this time, Jingcheng was sitting on a swing entwined with vines and flowers, wearing a light blue solid color dress, the black hair hanging by her ears was fluttering in the breeze, and there was a slight smile on her lips.

As dusk approached, the soft sunlight falling from the sky fell on half of her cheeks, as if she was covered with a layer of light. Looking closer, it seemed that she could still find the faint golden fluff on that cheek. It looks very soft.

For some reason, whether it was embarrassment or embarrassment in Wen Xian's heart, all of them disappeared, leaving only shock.

She was shocked, regardless of gender, but simply shocked by this beauty that transcends gender concepts.

In her eyes, the wind blew past, and the whole yard was filled with waves of various colors. Jing Cheng was sitting in the flower field filled with fragrant wine, but it seemed that the whole flower garden was not as stunning as her appearance.

It's like leaving the secular world suddenly. It's hard to describe in words the impact that a beauty can bring to people on the sea of ​​thousands of flowers.

While being shocked, she wanted to record this scene with a pen. This is a painter's instinct, but she couldn't.

Because of how she should write, the feeling that she couldn't record this scene perfectly no matter what, even made her a little anxious.

She finally understood that sentence somewhat.

A painter may not be able to make a model, but a model can make a painter, and even a great painter.

She had a hunch that if she could complete this painting, it would reach a new realm, and if she didn't, she would regret it for a long, long time.

Immediately, she stopped thinking about other things, but concentrated on it.

At this time, she was no longer painting to deal with Jing Cheng, but was full of extremely high enthusiasm for creation.

But unfortunately, the happy time is always short.

At the end of about half an hour, Jingcheng lost his patience. It was also approaching dusk, and the afterglow of the sky poured down.

Jing Cheng, who was sitting on the swing, lost his original interest, after all, sitting for a long time is always boring.

"Not yet?"

Hearing this, Wen Xian, who was engrossed and even fascinated by the creation, came back to her senses.

"Soon... soon."

What she said was of course a lie, don't say it too fast, now she hasn't even drawn a general frame, after all, it takes too much time to think and write.

She also knew that Jingcheng was impatient, but she just wanted to delay this time a little bit so that she could draw more.

It has been a long, long time since Wen Xian has such an urgent desire to create.

But when Jingcheng heard the words, he got up from the swing directly.

"That's it for now."

Wen Xian was dumbfounded.

What?After fully mobilizing other people's desires, just run away?This is too irresponsible!

So what should I do with my creative enthusiasm that has nowhere to vent?Although it can be created by imagination, there is always a gap between it and the real thing, and it cannot be perfect.

At this moment, Wen Xian really wanted to push Jing Cheng back onto the swing, but thinking about the difference in status between the two, she forcibly endured it.

At this time, Jing Cheng had already walked in front of her.

Looking at the rough outline on the wooden drawing board, Jingcheng didn't say anything.

After all, I had nothing to do at first, and it was just a decision made on a whim. I didn't expect to be able to paint anything, and I knew that oil painting was not a quick job.

So she just said.

"Let's go back."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the villa.

Seeing this, Wen Xian became a little anxious.

As I said before, she had a hunch that if she didn't complete this painting, she would regret it for a long time.

After all, it has been a long time since she had the kind of creative enthusiasm that she had when she first came into contact with painting.

So she quickly stood up, stepped forward, and wanted to say some words of convincing, at least asking Jingcheng if she could be her model next time.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Perhaps it was because she was too anxious that she accidentally twisted her leg when she hurriedly got up and stepped out, and then fell backwards.

In a panic, she subconsciously closed her eyes and grasped at random with her hands, trying to grab something to stabilize her body, but she didn't expect to grab Jingcheng's arm directly.

But the incident happened suddenly, and Jingcheng was not prepared for anything, so he was directly brought down by the force, and fell towards the flowerbed together.

It is the flower branch that is bent.

Countless petals are flying, just like fluttering butterflies.

Wen Xian opened her eyes, only to see Zhang Jinzai Chi Chi's icy face.

The petals that were washed away were still floating slowly in the air.

The two fell down in the flowerbed, their postures were even more ambiguous, Jing Cheng pressed on her body, the tips of their noses were almost touching each other, and they could clearly feel each other's body temperature.

Wen Xian looked at those pair of downcast beautiful eyes very closely, and could even smell the itching on her lips, which was the fragrant breath from Jing Cheng's breath.

Obviously at this time she should apologize, after all, it was she who caught Jing Cheng when she fell and caused the current situation, but her brain crashed directly.

For some reason, her heart that had been silent for a long time began to jump wildly at this moment, it was an unspeakable throbbing.

The blush, like the sunset that caught off guard that day, penetrated into every crevice in her heart.

It was even on her cheeks, quietly, and quickly covered it.

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ps：3k章节！今天总共更新5500字！按照2k1章的话，四舍五入就是3更，这已经是我的极限了！我是真的被榨干到一丝一滴都木有了…

Huh), it’s not that I don’t want to make more updates, the main reason is that my codewords are very slow, basically one thousand words per hour, so these five thousand words are already the result of my four or five hours, I’m good at it... and I have something tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, nothing I can't stay up late...but I will definitely find time to update in two days!

55. Missy likes women!

In the flower garden, the subtle dark purple at dusk gradually diffuses from the sky, covering the sea of ​​thousands of flowers, adding a magnificent beauty to it.

But in fact, there is a more beautiful scene in the flower garden, which is Wen Xian's flushed face.

It was an ambiguous atmosphere, and his breathing began to heat up.

Wen Xian's original intellectual and soft face seemed to be hot to the touch at this moment, extremely red, even along the ears, neck, and back.

Her heartbeat was violent and abnormal, and she seemed to want to push Jingcheng away, but her body was so weak that she couldn't reach out her hand no matter what.

And Jingcheng also realized that the sudden pull just now made her also fall into the flower garden, and when she regained her senses, she fell on Wen Xian's body.

But just as she was about to frown and ask why she was being dragged, she saw Wen Xian's face that turned from fair to rosy at an extremely close distance.

At this time, Wen Xian has long lost that intellectual gentleness, and some are just shy. She has a suspicious look in her eyes. Although she tries her best to avoid Jing Cheng's sight, she can't avoid it. Her eyes are so soft that even It's almost water.

She sniffed the fragrant and sweet breath from Jing Cheng's mouth and nose, and felt that the scorching heat made her almost faint.

I don't know why, maybe it's evasion, maybe it's panic, but in short, she shrunk her ears and closed her eyes, and her charming blushing face seemed to be plucked by you.

Feeling the softness of the person beneath her, looking at her face with eyes closed like a fawn, I have to say that Jing Cheng was also stunned at this time, and couldn't help but feel distracted.

In other words, should I do something now?

But is it a little too fast?

But wouldn't it be even more unreasonable to do nothing?

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Miss...? Miss!"

Deer Ling, who was arranging the garden, saw a figure lying prone in the flower garden from a distance.

But in her position, she could only see Jing Cheng, so she thought that the eldest lady fell down by accident, so she trotted up and anxiously prepared to help her.

But when she ran to the middle of the road, she stopped again and stayed where she was.

After all, what happened in front of her was somewhat beyond her scope of thinking.

I saw her eldest lady, pressing on a certain woman, even the tips of her noses were together, as if snoring, her posture was so ambiguous, even Lu Ling, a bystander, blushed a little, as if I saw the fees.

After hearing a strange voice, Wen Xian also woke up from the brain crash.

Thinking of her appearance just now, Wen Xian couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry, her face almost dripping with blood.

She quickly twisted her body, feeling the struggle of the person under her body, and the clearer soft touch, Jing Cheng also came back to her senses, and stood up with her hands on the ground.

And Wen Xian almost ran away, anyone who looked at her back could see the embarrassment and panic.

Jingcheng stood up and patted the flower petals on the green skirt.

Glancing at Wen Xian who had already run away, and then at Jing Cheng who was still there, although the scene just now was beyond comprehension, Lu Ling also knew, did she appear at the wrong time, something bad happened?

"Miss, are you doing something bad?"

Not knowing what was going on in her mind, Lu Ling's face was a little reddish, and there was a sense of furtive excitement and curiosity in her words as if opening a door to a new world.

After cleaning the dress, Jingcheng said.

"No, I just fell down."

Hearing that Lu Ling almost had disbelief written all over her face, could wrestling be so close to having bobo with others!Miss Wen ran away in such a panic!You also said you did nothing wrong!

Seeing that Jing Cheng was still calm, as if nothing had happened, Lu Ling couldn't help but feel that she deserved to be the eldest lady!You can be so calm when you are caught doing bad things!