Hu Ling'er was stunned, looked down at the pen in her hand, and then looked at Jian Xinan.
Jian Xinan shook her hand and encouraged: "Ling, try it. If it's really what you said, maybe you will remember something."
Hu Ling'er was full of uncertainty, but looking at Jian Xinan's expression, she nodded, then took a deep breath, and her eyes fell on the stone she just sat on. She observed it for a while, and then put down her pen.
If she was still a little nervous before, but after the pen in her hand touched the drawing paper, her whole body seemed to be trapped in a wave of worry.
There was nothing else in her eyes and mind except the scenery in front of her.
Jian Xinan stood quietly with her hands folded on her chest, looking at her serious expression and the scenery gradually taking shape in her pen, the corners of her mouth curled up with satisfaction,
However, as the paintings on the drawing paper became more and more perfect, Jian Xinan could no longer calm down, and her eyes were full of surprise.
Around his painting of Hu Ling'er, there are more shady green trees, towering cliffs, and even distant peaks, which are lifelike.
I saw that the man and the scenery reflected each other, set off each other, and blended together so harmoniously and skillfully that it seemed as if they were the work of one person.
Jian Xinan has always been very confident in his painting skills. In his impression, only the woman who has been hidden in his heart for many years can compete with him.
But now... there is such a person. Although she has forgotten the past, he can be sure that she must have been a person who loved painting very much.
Jian Xinan just looked at her silently, and an absolutely perfect masterpiece slowly appeared on the paper.
until……
"Okay, do you think it's okay?" Hu Ling'er put away her pen and turned around, looking at Jian Xinan beside her. Only then did she realize that he was staring at the painting for a moment, his eyes full of surprise and praise.
"Absolutely perfect." Jian Xinan praised and looked at Hu Ling'er happily: "Ling, I didn't expect you to be such a good painter. It seems that although you have forgotten the past, some things are still deeply rooted in your mind.
The day when you can regain your memory is just around the corner."
"If that's true, that would be great." Compared to Jian Xinan's shock, Hu Ling'er just smiled bitterly and put down her pen.
He gently stroked the edge of the easel with his hand and suddenly said: "By the way, you said this easel was given to you by someone else?"
"Yes." Jian Xinan smiled softly, thinking of the girl who always looked fussy but enthusiastic.
The more Hu Ling'er touched it, the more familiar it felt. She was even sure that she must have had something like this before.
"Wow, wow, wow, sister Ling'er, you're not fair. Why did Mao paint me so ugly, but he painted sister Yao'er so beautiful!!"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a whirring sound flashed through his mind.
Ling'er? Yao'er?
"Be careful!" Suddenly, Jian Xinan's exclamation came to her ears. The next moment, there was a heavy weight on her waist, and she was led aside by Jian Xinan.
Looking up in shock, Jian Xinan saw the paintbrush flying out of Jian Xinan's hand and nailing a green snake to the tree trunk opposite.
The snake struggled a few times and then stopped moving. Its tongue was in the shape of a triangle. It was a poisonous snake!
so close!
"Thank you." Hu Ling'er breathed out and turned to look at Jian Xinan.
But Jian Xinan just twitched the corner of her mouth at her, and before she could speak, she was about to fall down.
"Jian Xinan!" Hu Ling'er exclaimed and supported him. Only then did she realize that on his right arm, a circle of black and purple liquid was smearing on the white sleeve.