bookcurios Chapter 115 The Boy in the Painting (1)
Chapter 115 The Boy in the Painting (1)
Chapter 115 The Boy in the Painting (1)
The boy sat on the swing under the wisteria trellis.
He raised his eyes slightly.
The sun cast a mottled halo through the branches and leaves. He was wearing a simple and clean white shirt, and his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and picturesque.
Her lips are curved and she smiles slightly, her eyelashes are long and thick, and her eyes are a clear and gentle glass color.
Wisteria flowers are blooming in the back, making the boy in white look beautiful and clean.
It is indeed the person in the painting.
The baby-faced girl stood aside, staring obsessively, and sighed softly: "Yiyi, your paintings are getting more and more beautiful."
The girl pursed her lips and smiled.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Her voice was thin and soft, her fair and delicate cheeks were flushed, and her black eyes were moist.
It's like a delicate, weak but green and attractive young flower.
Shy and shy.
Mo Xinrui withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the painting with appreciation, especially the boy in white in the painting.
The more you look, the weirder the expression becomes.
"Yiyi, can you give me this painting?"
There seemed to be something wrong with her voice, as if she was suppressing her obsession, but tried her best to pretend to be normal, her voice trembled slightly.
The little girl gave Mo Xinrui a puzzled look.
She shook her head and refused softly, "Sorry, I haven't finished drawing yet."
"Oh." It seemed that it was difficult to look away from her reluctant gaze. Even though the girl had packed up the drawing board, Mo Xinrui still asked persistently, "Where is the painting not finished? Can you give it to me when it is finished?"
The little girl hesitated, she seemed very unaccustomed to rejecting people, her black eyes were wet and soft like a rabbit:
"I, I have run out of red paint."
red paint...
Mo Xinrui barely looked away from the person in the painting, only then did she realize that part of the wisteria flowers in the background hadn't been painted yet, only a few shallow pencil lines.
Red and blue make purple.
As an art student, Mo Xinrui would naturally understand such a simple truth.
She could barely hide the joy on the brows, that cute baby face became extra weird because of the squeezed expression.
But Mo Xinrui didn't seem to notice.
She said to herself:
"I have here... You can use mine first, use mine first!"
Seeing Mo Xinrui, who turned to look for the paint box, walking briskly, the girl standing beside her was holding the drawing board, bit her lips nervously, and said in a soft voice:
"I, I still don't need it..."
Mo Xinrui didn't realize it, and even hummed happily.
The white right hand with pink nail polish stretched out to the color box, the girl saw that the sunlight was projected from the window, and her shadow on the floor seemed to become distorted and weird in an instant.
She finally couldn't help but took a step back.
The big, round, beautiful black eyes were full of fear.
Coldness swept over her limbs and bones in an instant, and her body was a little stiff because of tension, and the black hair was wet with sweat, and it stuck to the young girl's pale and delicate face.
Seeing that Mo Xinrui was about to turn around.
The girl snapped back to her senses.
Almost embarrassed, she turned and left, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "I, I'll go first..."
Mo Xinrui stood by the window holding the paint box, looking at it from afar.
In a trance.
Mo Xinrui seemed to see the boy in the painting raised his eyebrows playfully.
Surrounded by strands of wisteria flowers behind him, the ends of the young man's eyes were drawn slender and smooth with jet-black paint with an outlining pen. At this time, they were slightly raised, and his temperament suddenly became bewitching and treacherous.
Like a leprechaun.
Mo Xinrui was not afraid of being overjoyed.
She hurried downstairs and gave chase, panting, her baby face full of weird excitement.
The expression was distorted, like a desperate man catching the last ray of light.
"He, he is smiling at me..."
(End of this chapter)