Life suddenly returns to a simple way, surrounded by natural oxygen. In the morning, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. The vitality of nature will give people a tranquil mood.
Ji Tingyan has never experienced this kind of primitive life. She didn't bring a pen and a picture book on this trip. However, a simple pencil and a notebook have become all her hobbies.
Cheng Yue followed her closely. When she moved her fingers, a beautiful picture appeared on the book. She was amazed. At first, Ji Tingyan also drew randomly, but slowly, it became something that she couldn't understand and couldn't learn. When the overall scenery appeared, it was already a very beautiful picture.
"Xiaonai, your hands must have been kissed by God. Otherwise, how can a few simple strokes make people different scenery? Even I, a vulgar person, feel incredible." The more Cheng Yue looked at it, the more she felt that she had no artistic cells at all. She was very ashamed.
Ji Tingyan chuckles, then uses her hand as a camera and compares it with Cheng Yue: "otherwise, I'll draw you in and give you as a gift."
"Really? Xiaonai, thank you. Please draw me more beautiful. "Cheng Yue was a little excited. She quickly adjusted her collar to make herself look more energetic.
Ji Tingyan said with a smile, "you are very beautiful. You are handsome in a different way."
Cheng Yue's mouth is more powerful. She is very happy.
Ji Tingyan raised her eyes from time to time and looked at Cheng Yue. The tip of the pen smoothly outlined her facial features. Soon, a similar expression appeared on the book. Only the upper body of Cheng Yue was drawn. It was integrated with the scenery. There was no color filling. It was just a single black color, but it had already drawn Cheng Yue's smile very vividly.
After Ji Tingyan finished painting, she tore off the page and handed it to Cheng Yue. "Here you are. I have no confidence in figure painting. See if it looks like you."
Cheng Yue quickly took it with both hands and looked at it carefully. Then she scratched the back of her head: "you painted me too beautiful. Am I so beautiful when I smile?"
"It's better than the picture. No wonder Wang Cheng can't forget you." Ji Tingyan made fun of her with a smile. Cheng Yue's face was red with shame. Suddenly, she found that Fu Ting, who came back from training, was only wearing a T-shirt. Her handsome face was covered with hot sweat. Her body was tall and strong. She was full of charm.
"Xiaonai, or draw your sweetheart. It's a very meaningful thing. If you give him a painting, he will keep it for a lifetime." Cheng Yue immediately teased her.
Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes were filled with affection. She looked at Fu Ting, who was coming towards her. Then she whispered, "I dare not draw him."
"Why?" Cheng Yue was stunned. She didn't dare to draw Fu Ting, but she was so vivid in a few strokes.
Ji Tingyan had no confidence on her face. She pursed her lips and sighed, "I'm afraid that no matter how I draw, I won't be satisfied. It's better not to draw than to be afraid of losing."
"Oh, I see. Mr. tie is hiding in your heart. You don't need to draw him at all." Cheng Yue laughed.
Ji Tingyan quickly put out her hand to cover her mouth. This shy action, eager to cover up her expression, was seen by feting. He immediately came over with a smile and asked them curiously, "what are you talking about? You are so happy."
"No Nothing." Ji Tingyan's pretty face was red. Cheng Yue quickly said, "Xiaonai, you talk. I'll see what Wang Cheng is doing."
Cheng Yue took the painting and left happily. Fu Ting saw Ji Tingyan with his hands behind him. His tall body forced her with an oppressive breath: "what's hidden in my hand? Show me."
"Nothing. I just drew a few pictures." Ji Tingyan's beautiful eyes flickered, but she didn't dare to look directly into the man's eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to her, she had already drawn a picture of Fu Ting in the room, but the picture was not satisfactory. She dared not show it.
"Oh? Let me see. I haven't seen your painting yet. "Fu Ting was more interested. He stretched out his long arm and wanted to grab it from behind her.
Where can Ji Tingyan be his opponent? Obediently let him take the book. The man opened a page and looked at it. His eyes were deep and his smile was lost on his face: "it's a good painting. It's very talented. If we have a daughter in the future, she will definitely inherit your painting talent."
Ji Tingyan's pretty face turned red and whispered, "who wants to have children with you? Eight characters haven't been drawn yet."
"If you don't want to have children with me, who are you going to have children with?" Fu Ting's face was stunned, and then he looked at her bitterly: "Xiaonai, you won't change your mind."
"I didn't." Ji Tingyan puffed his cheeks: "well, give birth to a daughter and let her inherit my talent, just like I inherited my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and is born to paint."
When Fu Ting saw that she agreed, he was immediately happy: "no wonder you have such a hobby."
Ji Tingyan saw that he turned one page after another and looked at it very seriously. When his hand turned down, Ji Tingyan's breath was stagnant. She wanted to reach out and grab it back, but the man subconsciously raised his hand. With his height, Ji Tingyan jumped up and couldn't hook it. She stared at the man angrily.
"Give me back the book."
Fu Ting just turned to the next page at this time. When he saw that it was a man painted on it, he couldn't help squinting his eyes: "this is not me, is it?"
Ji Tingyan was too ashamed to do so. She lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, kicked the stone with her toes, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "yes, it's you, but I don't seem to draw very well. It's not like you."
"It's not like me. You painted me too strong." Fu Ting couldn't help laughing. His voice line was bright, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Nonsense, I don't. You don't have such a good figure." Ji Tingyan refuted angrily.
Fu Ting condensed her, but the voice line gradually sank: "I have a good figure, don't you know it well?"
"What's the use of good? Maybe it's not good to look good." Ji Tingyan deliberately annoyed him.
"What do you say?" Fu Ting didn't expect that she would question her own male ability. She immediately squinted her eyes unhappily: "Xiaonai, it seems that I have to correct your dangerous idea."
"What idea?" Ji Tingyan asked with blinking eyes.
Fu Ting immediately pulled her into her arms, thin lips against her ear side, low heat exhaled: "otherwise, let's try it at night and see if I'm good?"
Ji Tingyan found that she seemed to have touched the bottom line of the man. He was angry. She put her hands on each other's chest, and her beautiful eyes were shy: "Fu Ting, I don't mean to question you. In fact, if you think it's appropriate tonight, I don't object. Otherwise, try it."
Fu Ting: "......"
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