I don’t know if Qing'er knew that Yuwen Haoyu was not listening to her affectionate playing the piano seriously, I don’t know what she felt.
Ten steps away, Yuwen Haoyu heard the footsteps and identified it as Luo Ling. However, he still had a grudge against yesterday and did not pay much attention to it. However, he heard the contempt in Luo Ling's tone, and in his heart,
Very unhappy.
Yuwen Haoyu raised his eyebrows, but held the corner of his lips and asked with a smile: "Oh, it's you here, then what do you think of this painting?"
"How? Hum...you really have the nerve to ask, you dare to show off your level and be embarrassed..."
Luo Ling turned around and muttered in a low voice. In fact, Yuwen Haoyu's paintings are quite good. In modern times, it is the level of a master, but she really doesn't want to admit this. Her mind has been buried in anger at this moment.
If he doesn't understand his brain, he slipped out through his mouth again.
In fact, she was originally muttering in a low voice, but unexpectedly, Qing'er next to her heard it word by word. She immediately complained to Yuwen Haoyu.
"I think Brother Yuwen Haoyu's paintings are pretty good. Sister Xue, if you are not convinced, you can draw a picture for us to see?" Qing'er blinked her pupils and her cherry red mouth slightly pouted
It made her look extremely cute at this time.
Yuwen Haoyu heard Luo Ling’s mutter just now. He felt very unhappy. Alas, why does Ling'er always look like a long thorn? Whether it is good or bad, it must make others tick. Could it be that
I really can't pay attention to his passionate true feelings at all? Can't I be as obedient as Qing'er?
Thinking of this, I felt sad again. Looking at Luo Ling's indifferent face, I felt angry. It was like a child fighting spirit.
Yuwen Haoyu followed Qing'er's words and naturally looked like he was cooperating hard, because he also wanted to know where Luo Ling's confidence came from, and actually dared to slander his paintings. In fact, he saw that she was bragging.
Yes, I want to teach her a good lesson.
Yuwen Haoyu helped her lay paper, handed over the brush, and then stood by her side to help her grind ink.
"You can do it."
He looked at Luo Ling with a smile. He wanted to see her at a loss, but Luo Ling looked confident and immediately picked up the brush, put the brush into flowers, and the movements were flowing, and the process was completed in one go.
Humph! This is your own humiliation. Luo Ling thought, she is a modern person, and now she is really grateful for these innate abilities in her body, otherwise she wouldn't know how to get away with it.
But, for some reason, every time she thinks of the things in her previous life, she feels a big headache, and every time she thinks of this, she feels sad...
"What’s wrong with you?"
Yuwen Haoyu looked at her in surprise. Even if she couldn't draw it, she wouldn't cry.
Hearing this, Luo Ling's fingers shook suddenly, and the strokes were suddenly messed up. A good painting before was ruined by the last stroke. She raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. As she painted, she
It was so embarrassing that I felt in love with the scene and couldn't help but cry. It was so embarrassing.
"It's a good drawing, it's really better than me."
Yuwen Haoyu originally thought she couldn't draw it and was so anxious, but she didn't expect that she was really capable. How could he not know that she was so talented before?