Jian Xinan turned his head and looked at her with a disappointed look on her face, and her heart felt sour for no reason. He didn't like to see her unhappy.
Looking around, Jian Xinan suddenly said: "Ling, can I draw a picture for you?"
"Huahua?" Hu Ling'er turned her head in confusion.
"Yes, wait for me." After Jian Xinan said that, she got up and walked towards the cave. After a while, she came back with a shelf in her hand.
Hu Ling'er was originally uninterested, but when she saw this shelf, she was shocked.
Isn't this an easel?
That's right, although it was the first time she saw this shelf, she subconsciously knew it was called an easel.
Has she seen it before?
Hu Ling'er frowned and said uncertainly: "What... is this?"
"This is called an easel!" Jian Xinan said as she set up the easel a few steps away from Hu Ling'er.
Sure enough, it seems that she has really seen it before.
Seeing her stunned look, he added: "There is a quirky girl who knew that I like to paint, so she asked someone to make such an easel for me. Not to mention, it is really convenient and practical."
An eccentric girl?
She suddenly became interested in this person.
Because from Jian Xinan's tone, it was obvious that he had never seen her before.
Hu Ling'er laughed and said, "It seems that girl is very nice to you."
Jian Xinan shook his head and smiled. When he thought of this girl, he was speechless. He had been out for so many days and he didn't know how she was doing.
Just as he was thinking about it, Hu Ling'er's voice came again: "By the way, are you here for flowers or sketching?"
"Sketching?" Jian Xinan raised her eyebrows, "It's a very interesting wording. Does it mean using the brush in your hand to write down the life of all things?"
"Probably." In fact, even Hu Ling'er herself didn't know the specific meaning, but the word just popped into her head.
These should be memories stored in the subconscious mind.
Seeing that Hu Ling'er was about to feel melancholy again, Jian Xinan quickly said: "Okay, just sit like this while I start painting."
Hu Ling'er stopped talking and just sat quietly on the stone, watching Jian Xinan draw her portrait seriously.
But the more she looked at it, the more familiar the scene seemed to her. Once upon a time, she seemed to be standing in front of the easel like this, using the brush in her hand to draw something that interested her.
Could it be said that she can also draw?
Hu Ling'er tried hard to recall it in her mind, but she still couldn't grasp the scene. As she thought about it, her head started to hurt.
Jian Xinan, who had been staring at her, noticed something strange about her and quickly ran over to support her: "What's wrong? Is your head hurting again?"
"Yeah." Hu Ling'er stroked her forehead and nodded, "Looking at the way you draw, I feel so familiar."
"Really?" Jian Xinan felt happy and suddenly took her hand and said, "Come here."
"What are you doing?" Hu Ling'er was a little confused, but he had already pulled her to the easel.
When she saw the painting above, she immediately forgot about her headache and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, the painting was done so quickly, it really looks like it!"
In the painting, she is sitting quietly on the stone, holding her chin with one hand, as if she is thinking about something.
Not only the appearance, but also the slightly frowning brows are painted vividly. This Jian Xinan is simply a magic brush.
But Jian Xinan just smiled and said: "I haven't finished painting yet, and there are still surrounding backgrounds that I haven't painted yet. Come on, I'll leave this to you."
With that said, Jian Xinan put the paintbrush in Hu Ling'er's hand.