But the painter Dai said to Gu Nuoer: "Little benefactor, if you don't dislike me, I want to paint a separate picture for you, would you like to appreciate your face?"
The master said just now.
The National Academy of Sciences and Painter Dai agreed that at that time, they would give a painting to someone in the Academy of Sciences.
Gu Nuoer doesn't want to accept it.
After all, she is still young! It's not time to be interested in paintings.
But the little guy looked around and found that everyone seemed to want it very much.
After all, even if the paintings of painter Dai are unwilling to be collected at home and sold on the market, they will be at least 1,000 taels.
So I have to say that Xie Liuhua completely made the wrong plan.
She didn't think about it. If Painter Dai really wanted money, why not sell paintings by herself, which would be much more than the little money she gave!
Gu Nuoer's black water spirit's round eyes turned.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Grandpa Dai, why not, you can draw a 'family portrait' for everyone in our class! When you think about it in the future, it will be full of memories!"
Painter Dai was stunned.
He nodded immediately and smiled warmly: "Of course it's okay. When I came, I saw the lotus flowers blooming in the pond outside. Why not just go there!"
Everyone suddenly cheered.
It is a blessing to get a painting by Painter Dai.
But if it could be painted into the painting by such a master, it might be passed down for a lifetime!
Jiang Xiaoran was the first to stand up and rushed out: "I am the biggest among you, it's not too much to stand in the middle?"
However, after Ye Siming led Gu Nuoer over.
Jiang Xiaoran consciously gave up his position: "You two are more suitable for standing here, I can stand beside you!"
Everyone stood around and stood there.
The ladies with good relationships hold hands with each other, and the young men with good personal relationships are even more hooked and slapped on their backs.
The painter Dai had already put up a board and rice paper, and began to adjust the ink and prepare to start writing.
Ye Siming felt someone was watching him.
He lowered his eyes, Gu Nuoer was tilting his little head, his big eyes were scattered and lively.
"Brother Si Ming, don't you hold your nest?"
Ye Siming was stunned.
Then he bent down and carried the little man into his arms.
Ye Siming whispered in her ear: "Can you hold me if you are drawn into the painting?"
He has never left a few words in the mortal world.
I still remember that I was drawn in the booklet last time, and it seemed that I was a priest in the Nine Heavens.
Load him into the Heavenly Book and label him as the most fierce demon god.
"Yes!" Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly, revealing her little white teeth and her pink lips: "Brother Si Ming, you want to laugh!"
After saying that, the little guy grabbed his cheeks with his two little hands and pulled them slightly.
"Yes, that's it."
Ye Siming, who was forced to "smile", frowned slightly, but did not resist.
Jiang Xiaoran next to him turned his head and observed for a while, and couldn't help laughing.
"Si Ming, you look so good now..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Ye Siming looking at him coldly.
Jiang Xiaoran: "Uh... so handsome."
Ye Siming gradually relaxed and probably understood that this time painting was neither to be included in the heavenly book nor to re-name him as a demon god.
Instead, he left a trace of his existence in the mortal world.
Then, let's make this painting happier.
Gu Nuoer was smiling, suddenly, Ye Siming stretched out his slender fingertips, gently pinched her face, and squeezed into the middle.
The little man pouted, and after reacting, he was angry and angry: "Brother Si Ming! You are bad! Let go!"
Ye Siming laughed a few times, and he raised his eyebrows, exerting his youthful spirit.