Chapter 340

Mo Huan's heart is a tight, busy ask a way: "just how?"

Shen Qing raised her head and clubbed her chopsticks in her plate. She looked at Mo Huan with a worried look. She was a little disappointed and said, "he came and gave me a picture."

A picture? Can a painting make Shen Qingdi complete like this?!

Don't wake up to frown, don't understand ground looking at Shen Qing, hope she continues to say.

Shen Qing put down her chopsticks and leaned back, adding some momentum to herself. She had no choice but to smile and said, "actually, it's nothing. It's just a painting of mine. But it's pretty good. "

“……”

There was something wrong in Mo Huan's heart. The woman he liked was painted by others, but

"Oh, by the way, you can have a look." Shen Qing said suddenly. Then she stood up and came to the desk. There was a big vase, but there were no flowers in it. Instead, there was a scroll, the only scroll.

Shen Qing took it out, put it on the desk and rolled it out carefully.

Mo Huan and Xiaoshi stood on the other side of the desk.

Xiaoshi stares curiously, while Mo Huan frowns.

When the scroll was spread out, a woman in green appeared on the paper. She leaned on a big stone in the peach forest, holding a round fan and gently placing it on her chin. Eyebrows, full of spring waves, the corner of the mouth, holding a smile to say also rest. Spring breeze slightly, with pieces of peach blossom, gently fall in the woman's hair, especially in the fairyland to the flower fairy.

is as like as two peas, but five of Shen's view.

Mo Huan's brow was severely wrinkled, because he saw that in a corner of the picture, there was a row of small words: reeds and reeds were green, white dew was frost. The so-called Yi people are on the water side. The way to follow is long. It's in the middle of the water.

But the most depressing thing is more than that. Just listen to little stone read out this line rhythmically and emotionally.

If it wasn't for Shen Qing's younger brother, Mo Huan really wanted to go and pat him twice! Can't you see it's a love poem!

But who said little stone couldn't see it? After xiaoshitou finished reading, he said excitedly to Shen Qing: "elder sister, is this painted by Brother Yun? How nice! And this poem, taught by our master, I know what it means. He likes you very much, sister, but he can't find it, can he? "

Huan and Shen Qing are at the same time!

Shen Qing of course knows that Yunfeng likes him, and she has tried to like him in recent months, but she always doesn't feel in place.

And Mo Huan was so angry that his teeth itched!

"Little stone, do you think he paints very well?" Mo Huan sank and asked Xiaoshi.

"Yes, you see, this painting is so similar, this eyebrow, this charm..." Small stone head like a small commentator, beside the head is a genuine analysis.

But before he finished, Mo Huan couldn't listen any more. He interrupted: "take a good look at your sister, Shen Qing. When did she look like this?"

Mo Huan was filled with righteous indignation, but Shen Qing heard it. In her heart, there were thousands of grass mud horses galloping by

What do you mean to be crazy? What do you think of the cat in the middle of the night!

Then Mo Huan continued: "look at your sister. She looks like a tigress. If you look at the picture again, it's clear that she is waiting for a man to come Er... "

Mo Huan lost his words. He was facing a teenager, and his sister was right beside him. The content of the comment was his sister. He didn't kill himself!

Xiaoshi looks at Mo Huan with an open mind, waiting for him to finish. Mo Huan chokes, and Yu Guangzhong sees Shen Qing staring at herself

It's broken! It's broken! I still put myself in it!

"Don't wake up! Make it clear who is the female tiger Shen Qing's sudden drink startled everyone.

Small stone reaction, but it is "puff" a smile, said: "sister, you now this way, is quite like."

“……”

Shen Qing suddenly lost her momentum. Is she really like a tiger? Looking back at the painting, the woman is so charming and charming, and she is so shy and lovely. Is she really much worse than herself? "

But it's like me. This appearance, coupled with such an expression, is really special Hook people!

Shen Qing no longer paid attention to the two boring smelly boys and carefully rolled up the picture again.

Seeing this, Mo Huan frowned and asked, "do you like this painting very much?"

"Well It's OK, even if you like it. " Shen Qing continued to roll the painting carefully.

"But the man in the picture is not like you." Mo Huan seems to have fallen into a vinegar jar, which is very sour.

"It doesn't look like it. It doesn't look like it!" The picture just rolled to her face, so Shen Qing gently pointed at it with her green jade like fingers.

"But then again, I like it because it's me. It's the first time I've been on the drawing paper. I feel Well, that's interesting! " Shen Qing thought about it and found that the reason why she liked the painting was not because of the painter, but because of herself.Mo Huan was in a good mood. As long as she doesn't care about Yunfeng, you know, this man sent a woman like, it means love.

But Shen Qing this silly wench certainly don't know what meaning, just, oneself is angry for a long time, how should or how, well guard her is.

But

"Qing, why is it difficult to draw you on the scroll? There are many such paintings in my study, all of them are you!" Mo Huan said it with pride.

In his spare time, he would often draw some portraits of Shen Qing, but he would not make up Shen Qing's expression. He would write down all the good things she had, whether happy or sad, or even angry. What he liked was the real Shen Qing, not the imaginary Shen Qing.

But Mo Huan's words surprised Shen Qing.

What? He Did you draw a lot of your own portraits?

In her mind, only those who care about them will start to draw. Because every line in the pen, especially the outline of eyebrow and eye charm, can't be drawn without this person in mind.

Otherwise, when I had a sketch class in my previous life, I needed a mannequin to sit in front of me. I had to draw according to it!

But it's based on imagination In the age when there was no eraser, how impressed did this person need to be to draw this?

Mo Huan finished, also realized that he seemed to say more, face "Teng" to burst red.

Turning around, he went back to the side of the table and cried: "little stone, come back for dinner, it's going to be cold!"