“Aren’t you sleepy?” I’m really curious. He obviously slept less than me. He didn’t sleep during the whole night meeting last night. He went to Xi’s in the morning and we had dinner together at noon. He had a meeting in the afternoon. It is impossible to sleep, so he has no time to sleep at all.
“I’m sleepy, but I still have to paint.”
He is really perverted tight.
He sat on the solo sofa by the window and posed a pose: “Is this all right?”
He is handsome even when he is naked. I sit in front of the drawing board and nodded, “Well, it’s okay.”
I just finished the frame with the paintbrush and adjusted the proportions. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and said, “I think I should go and hold the book in my hand, it seems knowledgeable.”
He went to my bookshelf: “These books are all yours?”
“Ok.”
“Why are you a girl reading science fiction?”
“Why can’t girls read science fiction?”
He pulled out a book and sat back on the sofa, then started reading with Erlang’s legs.
A chandelier with a pink shade was burning above his head. When the pink light shone on Xi Qingchuan’s body, there was a soft light on his face.
It seemed that his hostility was much less than before.
He should be tired too, with his eyelashes drooping slightly.
Hey, only such Xi Qingchuan can make people less scared.
I chose the best angle and just about to write, he looked up again: “This book is too ugly, I’ll change it.”
I waited patiently for him to change the book. He picked it up for a long time and turned around and asked me: “You recommend one.”
“That.” I pointed to the one on the left: “Xinghe, a detective novel. It’s well written, with strong logic, and the plot is very detailed.”
He took it over and sat back on the sofa to look at it. I regained my feelings and started painting. He just moved his head and raised his head again.
“Still ugly?”
“Is Jack a murderer?” he asked me.
“Then what detective novels you read, just turn to the last page.”
“I want to listen to you.”
“Do you still want to paint a portrait?”
“You are talking and painting.”
“I don’t have such a trick.”
He suddenly turned his face: “Xiao Sheng, don’t you want to paint me at all?”
But no, where do I want to paint him?
I was thinking of a slightly tactful and not very hypocritical rhetoric, but he didn’t continue to trouble me, so he leaned back on the sofa and started reading.
Ok, I hope he will stop like this. I lowered my head to find a music I like on the phone and put the earphones into my ears. When I looked up, I found that Xi Qingchuan was asleep.
He leaned on the sofa with his head tilted, the book in his hand was on his side, he was still wearing a shirt and trousers, but a pair of blue and white checkered slippers were on his feet.
What Xi Qingchuan wears doesn’t affect his handsomeness. He is so good-looking, so it’s jaw-dropping to see.
He fell asleep, motionless, but painted better.
In fact, it is not difficult to draw a character. The difficult thing is to find the tone and positioning of his whole person. If he grasps the feeling, the whole person will be like himself. Otherwise, even if the facial features are painted exactly the same, it will feel a little worse.
What is Xi Qingchuan’s feeling?
Brutal?
Hostile?
overbearing?
There is nothing at this moment.
The pink light enveloped him, and the picture itself was like an oil painting.
I found the tone and positioning.
Pink tone, yes, this is it.
Originally I was very sleepy, but maybe a model like Xi Qingchuan inspired my creation**.
I actually drew all night, and Xi Qingchuan didn’t change his sleeping position all night, always keeping the posture of starting to fall asleep.
When I finished my work, I realized that it was bright and the sun was shining on Xi Qingchuan’s shoulders.
He slept so badly that he didn’t even coax the bell to wake him up.
I shook my head, it felt like a yellow egg.
I actually drew Xi Qingchuan the whole night to sleep, it was really not worth the loss.
I went to the bathroom to wash, and washed my face with cold water to make myself awake. After washing, I walked out of the bathroom. Xi Qingchuan was already awake, standing in front of my easel to admire his portrait.
I’m quite nervous. He has always been a man, and I don’t know that his paintings won’t fit into his eyes.
He looked attentively, and he didn’t even notice when I walked behind him. I had to clear my throat before he looked back at me.
“Did you paint all night last night?”
“Yeah, you are asleep, a rare opportunity.”
“So you painted it like this?” He was really dissatisfied, and I knew he was difficult to serve.
“I haven’t finished painting yet,” I said: “It’s just a rudimentary form. The oil painting needs to be modified very slowly.”
“It’s all out.” He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. “It’s not too bad to look at it again.”
I thanked him for his approval, and I yawned: “It will take a long time for you to slowly retouch in the later stage, but also to adjust the colors and determine the style. What kind of style do you want?”
He thought about it carefully: “Others shivered after a glance.”
I knew that his request was like this: “It’s better to draw a ghost directly. Everyone will tremble when they see it.”
He is in a good mood. He didn’t turn his face when I sneered at him. He nodded to me: “Hurry up, I will see the finished product in a week.”
He went back to his room to change clothes, and I was angry.
He did it like my client, he asked me so much for nothing.
The work of art must be slow and meticulous. Only with inspiration can the work be perfect. It is not a rush to work, and it can be completed by working overtime.
Maybe I painted Xi Qingchuan quite well. I changed my clothes and went downstairs to see him in the restaurant. He actually said to me: “I will drop you off to Xiaoshi later.”
Why is it so good today? I am a little flattered.
Sitting across from the sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law, their eyes were staring out.
I politely declined: “No, I can drive.”
“I drop in.”
I have been facing him all night last night, I don’t want to wait to face him again, driving by myself is very comfortable.
“Your little broken car.” He drank his milk in one breath, a white beard on his lips.
“I can.” I insisted.
Even if Xi Qingchuan’s white beard is very amiable, he still can’t hide the fact that he is a tyrant.
Sure enough, he twisted his eyebrows and pulled a tissue to wipe off the white beard from his mouth.
“OK, whatever you want, I hope you don’t beg me.”
Why do I ask him? He thinks too much.
Xi Qingchuan left after eating. I looked at my watch and I had time to finish my breakfast. I like to eat some fruits for breakfast. The types of fruits in Xi’s family should not be too rich, the kind of red raspberries. I can eat a basket.
Seeing that I like to eat, Xu Ma filled me with a box full of fruits with Locke and asked me to eat at the company.
I actually have the feeling that I went to school when my mother was alive, and she made me bento snacks.
I sincerely thanked Xu Ma, and then gave her a hug.
When I got up from her arms, I found her eyes were red.
Xu Ma is not only soft in her body, but also soft in her heart.
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