What attracted Lu Changsheng was not the woman's appearance, but the painting she made.
This is a portrait painting. It depicts the side face of a man. He looks not much older than Lu Changsheng. Although it has not been completed yet, the charm of this painting has reached a certain level. Although Lu Changsheng did not know this
What kind of state was it, but he felt something special from the painting.
In fact, Lu Changsheng had never learned to paint, nor did he have this hobby. He even said that when he heard the cry for help, it was the first time he entered the school's studio. The reason why he felt this way was because of what this woman had done.
This painting really attracted him.
Perhaps it was the effect of his thoughts that made him very sensitive to these things. He habitually wanted to keep this unfinished painting in his mind to see what attracted him to it, but it shocked him.
Something happened, no matter how deliberately he tried, he just couldn't come up with a complete picture.
"Isn't this painting more difficult to create than the lake picture?" Lu Changsheng didn't believe that now he could easily create a person's appearance, and it was very lifelike, such as Murong Qingxue, but now such a painting cannot be created deliberately
, he really couldn't understand.
So, he made several more attempts, but he found that they all failed. Even if he succeeded, he would soon become distorted. He always felt that something was missing. If he didn't find this kind of thing, this painting would never be intentional.
in his mind.
After many failures, he gave up trying and looked at the woman who was painting. Although he only saw the profile of her face, it still gave Lu Changsheng an amazing feeling. She was a beautiful woman, and he seemed to have seen it somewhere.
Lu Changsheng didn't dare to disturb her, so he didn't go to the front to see. Whatever the woman needed, he helped to get it. But the strange thing was that the woman seemed to think of him as a person named "Li Qing".
Lu Changsheng didn't pay attention. He looked at the woman as she wrote like a god. Every addition made the expression of the person in the painting more lifelike. There were several times when Lu Changsheng even felt that the man in the painting was real, which was amazing.
.
In the end, the woman seemed to have encountered difficulties. She frowned and finally stopped. At this time, Lu Changsheng saw her whole face, but he almost exclaimed. No wonder he was so familiar, because this woman was actually Ning.
Weiwei, it's just that her demeanor seems completely different from what I saw a few days ago.
Ning Weiwei, who is wearing a white coat, is a complete queen. However, Ning Weiwei, who is wearing student clothes and painting at this time, looks like a talented woman, with innocence and ignorance on her face. Almost all her thoughts fall on the painting.
If it weren't for her murderous weapon that few women could match, Lu Changsheng would have really thought that this was Ning Weiwei's sister.
But she thought Ning Weiwei would stop and look at him in surprise, but she unconsciously said to herself: "Did I forget?"
The voice was a little ethereal, but very pleasant. It was completely different from the Ning Weiwei she saw in the infirmary. After talking to herself, she didn't even have time to look at Lu Changsheng who was standing aside, and continued painting.
But this time she was not as elegant and natural as before, nor did she have that kind of charm when she started writing. If Lu Changsheng had continued painting, she might have ruined the painting, but she didn't realize that despite the mistake
There were more and more, but she was unwilling to accept it, and her frown became deeper and deeper.
Finally, the painting was completed, but it no longer had the same charm as before. Lu Changsheng found that the finished product and the unfinished product gave him two different feelings. He could easily hold the finished painting in his mind,
There is no difficulty at all.
"Compared with just now, what is missing?" Lu Changsheng thought in his mind.
But at this moment, Ning Weiwei was very dissatisfied when she looked at the painting. She squeezed it into a ball in her hands and threw it into the wastebasket. Then she squatted in front of the drawing board and sobbed softly.
A few intermittent words were vaguely heard through the sobs: "Li...Li...Li Qing, I...I...Am I...yes?"
Not very...useless..."
At this moment, Lu Changsheng was very curious about who this Li Qing was, who could actually turn a queen like Ning Weiwei into such an innocent little woman, painting a man's profile in the studio in the middle of the night.
"Man?" Lu Changsheng suddenly thought of the painting that troubled him. Judging from the profile of his face, this man was not bad looking, even very handsome. "Could it be that this man is Li Qing?"
Just when he was wondering, Ning Weiwei suddenly stood up and rested her head on his shoulder naturally. She stared blankly at the empty drawing board, with faint traces of tears on her face. It was very pitiful, but Lu
Changsheng felt that her body was extremely cold, and he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms to comfort her.
This kind of pity that came from the heart did not have any other impurities, but Lu Changsheng stretched out his hand and finally put it down because he thought of Murong Qingxue in his mind.
At this moment, Ning Weiwei looked at the drawing board and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Li Qing, let's draw it again, okay?"
Ning Weiwei raised her head and was indeed talking to herself, but Lu Changsheng found that her eyes were on the drawing board from beginning to end. Even though she lowered her head just now, she didn't even look at him. Could it be that she really regarded herself as
Is it Li Qing?
However, what surprised Lu Changsheng was that Ning Weiwei suddenly turned her head and looked at her, and said affectionately: "Li Qing, would you like to sit in front? I'm painting once."
The smile on Ning Weiwei's face was irresistible. From such a close distance, Lu Changsheng could clearly see her proud big waves, but without any distracting thoughts, he couldn't help but sit on the stool behind the drawing board. At this time
He was already sure that Ning Weiwei thought of him as Li Qing, but did he really look like Li Qing?
No, he doesn't think so, because Li Qing in the portrait is very handsome, and he can only be regarded as having good facial features. The two of them are not even close to each other, but why does Ning Weiwei think of herself as Li Qing?
Could it be that he is a thousand degrees short-sighted?
Suddenly, he thought of a record in an ancient book about sleepwalking.
In modern science, sleepwalking is a neurological sleep disorder. It usually just gets out of bed and moves indoors, depending on what you dream about. But there is another kind of sleepwalking called fugue, and it happens in modern times.
It is said that there was a somnambulist in France named Yon Alio, who sleepwalked for as long as ten years at a time. One night, he suddenly got up from his sleep, left his wife and 5-year-old daughter, and came to London, England.
He found a job there, married another wife, and gave birth to a son. One night many years later, he suddenly understood and hurried back to France. The next morning, Alio woke up.
When his French wife saw her gray-haired husband, who had been missing for many years, she asked with a mixture of sadness and joy: "My dear, where did you escape to? There has been no news for many years."
However, Alio stretched and said calmly: "Don't be kidding me! Didn't I sleep well last night?"
According to records in ancient books, such people's souls are extremely powerful. If they can practice effectively, they can even become ghosts and immortals. Ning Weiwei in front of her seems to be in this sleepwalking state.
But Lu Changsheng is not sure, because once awakened, it is difficult to enter this state again. However, at this time, Lu Changsheng does not want to wake up Ning Weiwei, firstly because of the concentration on her face, and secondly because of the concentration on her face.
Worry woke her up, and she didn't know how to explain it.
Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng showed a bitter smile on his face. He was originally going to go back to practice, but now he is working as a model here, and this model is still a substitute.
"Look focused." Ning Weiwei suddenly said.
Lu Changsheng was helpless and could only put away his smile and concentrate on being a model. When he glanced at Ning Weiwei out of the corner of his eye, he found that she was so beautiful that it made people lose their mind. This was the first time that Lu Changsheng
Chang Sheng had such a heart-pounding feeling for women other than Murong Qingxue, and it wasn't because of her pair of murder weapons.
With him as a model, Ning Weiwei no longer frowned. Every time she wrote, it was so natural, especially the smile that overflowed from the corner of her mouth, which gave Lu Changsheng the illusion that he was standing there at this moment.
The person in front of the drawing board is not Ning Weiwei, but Murong Qingxue.
Although Ning Weiwei did not have any bottlenecks this time, her actions from sketching to coloring were almost done in one go, but it still took a full three hours.
If it weren't for Lu Changsheng's training, he might not be able to resist the sleepiness, but every time he looked at Ning Weiwei, the sleepiness disappeared.
"Okay." Ning Weiwei put down the last stroke, with a happy smile on her face, "Li Qing, come here and take a look."
Lu Changsheng thought to himself, since all good people have done it, let's do it to the end.
But when he walked over and took a look, he was shocked, because what Ning Weiwei drew was not the Li Qing on the drawing board just now, but herself!
At the moment when he lost his mind, Ning Weiwei suddenly said: "Why, doesn't it look like it?"
"Similar, very similar." Lu Changsheng came back to his senses.
The painting was indeed very similar, and he found that he had never been so handsome before, but he soon discovered something special. Although the portrait of this person was himself, the look and temperament revealed were that of the person named
Li Qing's people.
"No wonder he is so handsome." Lu Changsheng shook his head helplessly.
But at this moment, Ning Weiwei suddenly came up to his face and kissed him. The sudden attack made Lu Changsheng's face turn red to the root of his neck. This was the first time in his life that a woman kissed her.
, and she is a beauty like Ning Weiwei.
But what she didn't expect was that Ning Weiwei kissed her, but she didn't blush. Instead, she held her hand naturally, rested her head on his shoulder, and snuggled happily next to him, like a happy lark.
bird.
But this was a pain for him as a copycat actor. The pair of murder weapons happened to be so hot on his left side, and the soft feeling made Lu Changsheng's lower body feel hot.
"I am a good person!" Lu Changsheng said silently in his heart, "I...I am a good person!!!"
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