"Draw quickly, I'm going to paint too." Seeing that he was still in a daze, Su Qiao couldn't help but urge again.

"Okay."

Under the clear yellow sun, a bright smile rose at the corner of Jiang Yihan's mouth, and the breeze blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing his star-like black eyes.

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, almost not lost in his smile like melting ice and snow.

This guy ......

It's better for this guy not to laugh.

Su Qiao looked at him, looked at the top of the mountain this morning, looked at the looming mountains in the distance, and suddenly had a sudden inspiration, quickly walked to his easel, and began to paint.

The spring morning sun caresses the body warmly, the air carries the unique fragrance of grass, and the birds in the forest are chattering as if they are foraging.

On the verdant lawn at the top of the mountain, two figures are intently drawing their own world.

This scene is quiet, peaceful, and warm, and it is as beautiful as a painting.

It wasn't until the sun rose in the middle that the two stopped their brushes one after the other.

Su Qiao finished drawing one step earlier, quietly walked behind the boy with a focused expression, and waited for him to put down the pen before he spoke: "Is this me?" ”

"No, it's not."

Jiang Yihan reflexively blocked it with his hand, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"Isn't it?"

Su Qiao looked at the somewhat thin back, as well as the familiar ponytail, no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little similar to himself.

The boy's appearance of wanting to cover up has actually revealed the truth through the Minjing.

Su Qiao turned around and shrugged his shoulders, looking sad, "I'm so sad that I'm so good to you, you actually draw other girls." ”

"I ..... I ..... you ......" Jiang Yihan didn't expect to upset her, and wanted to say that this was her, but he couldn't say it, and his face turned red.

Su Qiao suddenly laughed and turned around and gave him a fist: "Hahaha, tease you, who made you lie and don't admit that this back is mine?" ”

Obviously, the painting is of her, who was painting just now, and the background is the scene on the top of this mountain, surrounded by mountains.

"Come, look at me, I've put you in my painting too."

Su Qiao pulled him to his easel, pointed to the tall and thin boy in white sportswear in the painting, and said, "How is it?" I painted you handsome, didn't I? ”

"How...... How do you have wings? Jiang Yihan saw at a glance that the person in the painting had a pair of big white feather wings on his back.

Behind him is the scene of the rising sun, which looks as if he is following the sun, rising from the east.

"For you are an angel in my heart." When Su Qiao first saw him in the grove, he felt like an angel who occasionally landed on earth.

'No! ’

'I am not an angel. ’

'The true angel is you. ’

You are my angel, the angel of my life, my salvation. ’

Jiang Yihan's cheeks were red, and he silently refuted her words in his heart.

"You...... You draw very well. ”

Su Qiao's paintings, whether it is painting methods or painting skills, give him a very amazing feeling.

"Better than me."

Jiang Yihan did not learn to paint systematically, but because he had seen some diaries left by his father before, and he had also seen many works of famous painters on TV, he could also distinguish the good from the bad.

Su Qiao is still a little confident in his paintings, but he is not modest.

Pointing to his painting with a smile, he said, "You also draw very well, and your emotional rendering and tension are very strong." ”

Dark, with the element of destruction.

It's just that...... With a good spring landscape painting, he can even paint a dark style.

She was also a little drunk.

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