To be honest, Ye Yixing was not interested in what she drew. What the little girl could draw was nothing more than cats and dogs.
Last time at Lantingju, he was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and Ye Xiaoqiao was lying on the table, vowing that she had recently learned sketching and would draw a sketch for him, and asked him not to move.
He didn't move. He read the book for an hour.
Ye Xiaoqiao also painted seriously for an hour, and then showed it to him like a treasure.
He took a look and asked her: "Are you sure you are studying sketching and not abstract painting?"
Whether it looks like it or not is another matter. The key point is that the paintings are not the same kind of creatures.
Ye Xiaoqiao drew a cat on the drawing paper, a very humane cat, sitting on the sofa, holding a book in his hand. If there is any similarity between the two, it is probably from the bones.
The coldness exuded.
Ye Xiaoqiao's answer is also reasonable: "In my eyes, the eldest brother is just a cold and arrogant cat."
Ye Yixing was lucky enough not to beat her.
Since then, he no longer believed that little girls could draw anything other than cats and dogs.
So when Luo Sui'an asked him if he wanted to see what she drew, his answer was very cold: "Not really."
"You don't want to see it, but I have to show it to you."
Luo Sui'an seemed to be born with a bone on his head, so he pressed his books on top of his books without any reason.
Ye Yixing has to watch it even if he doesn’t want to.
A painting caught my eye unexpectedly. To my surprise, it was neither a cat nor a dog, but a portrait of a human being.
The young man's long hair was half-covered, with a white jade hairpin on his head, and he was dressed in Confucian attire. He was sitting in front of a low table. On the table was an open ancient book, and the green mountains in the distance were like mountains and rivers, which were the landscape illustrations in the textbook.
She used the technique of relief painting to paint portraits in landscape paintings. There is me in the hazy you, and you in me. The painting skills are far beyond the scope of Ye Yixing's imagination.
Seeing the surprise in his eyes, Luo Sui'an said proudly: "How about it, you didn't expect me to be so good at painting."
Ye Yixing said: "Not bad."
Then, before Luo Suian was happy, he continued: "But if you don't listen well during class, it's not something worthy of praise."
Luo Suian's face fell and he counterattacked: "Don't you also do math problems in Chinese class?"
"I know this Chinese textbook by heart, can you do the same?"
Ye Yixing asked calmly.
Luo Sui'an: ...She didn't believe it: "How is it possible? It's only been two days since school started."
Ye Yixing threw the book to her, looking like he didn't believe it.
Luo Sui'an was not convinced and turned to a random page to test him: "What's on page 35?"
""Recalling Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi."
Ye Yixing spoke in a calm tone: "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?"
Luo Suian:...It must be a coincidence.
"Page 65."
She asked another question.
"The generals will make peace."
"Page 23."
Luo Sui'an didn't give up.
"Pearl Bird."
"Page 10."
Question after question, Luo Suian asked quickly, and Ye Yixing answered without thinking, as if he had clairvoyant eyes.
Luo Sui'an finally believed that he could memorize it backwards and forwards.
He closed the book quite discouraged: "So you are a top student."
She sounded regretful: "I thought you were a scumbag like me."
Ye Yixing: "Oh, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I will never have the chance to be a bad student in my life."
Luo Sui'an pouted and was very confused: "I originally didn't like playing with top students, but you are so good-looking, and I can't stick to my principles anymore."