There was a table specially used to place students' homework. I looked through it several times but could not find Zhou Xincheng's signature. I couldn't help but pull Zhou Xincheng and asked: "Which ones were you drawn?" [Baidu search www

Zhou Xincheng scanned the paintings, turned them over in my hand, then pointed to the word "city" in the lower right corner of a sketch and said: "Those who sign this are usually painted by me."

I looked at the painting carefully. It was the back of a middle-aged woman. I couldn't see the front, and the lines were not complicated. It was only black and white, but the whole painting looked, how should I say... very gentle.

Yes, gentle, as if I have endless love for the people in the painting that I will never have time to tell, so gentle.[

I think this person is probably Zhou Xincheng’s mother. My childhood memories are actually a bit vague. Except for Zhou Xincheng’s vividness, I almost only remember a vague outline of his mother. Just like in this picture.

Drawing from the front to the back.

Zhou Xincheng must have loved his mother very much. When she died of a serious illness, he must have been very sad.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Xincheng pulled me out of my thoughts and rubbed my hair, with a slight smile in his eyes and the right curve of his lips, no more and no less, "Baby Ren,

Just sit down and let me draw you, okay?"

Draw me?

Of course it’s good!

I nodded excitedly and immediately got out of my wandering thoughts, "Am I pretty now?" I arranged my clothes, and then remembered that he had just rubbed my hair, and hurriedly smoothed it down, feeling very dissatisfied.

Looking at him: "Is my hair still messy? It's all your fault, why are you messing up my hair?"

My complaint made the smile on his lips deepen. He stretched out his slender and beautiful hand to gently smooth my hair, and said softly: "I was wrong, but baby Ren, you are beautiful no matter what."

But baby Ren, you look good no matter what.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Who taught him, who taught him, who taught him to say these words!!!

Since I was allowed to do so, Xixi felt embarrassed and blushed.

Woo hoo, my dear young boy Zhou Xincheng has learned badly.

But……

I really like how bad he is...

I couldn't blush. It was Zhou Xincheng who wanted to blush, so I took a step back and said in a rather impatient tone: "Huh, of course I look good no matter what. Hurry up and draw quickly. Where should I sit?"

Zhou Xincheng shook his head helplessly, then found a stool, chose a quiet window with good light, and began to trace for me seriously.

Painting is a very long time, and you have to sit motionless for a long time. Normally I, Ren Xixi, would find it really boring and torturous. But today, at this moment, I don’t even have the slightest trace of emotion.

There is no impatience.

Zhou Xincheng's serious look is very good-looking and charming.

The slender and beautiful hand gently holds the paintbrush, the thin lips are slightly pursed, the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and those warm and beautiful eyes like spring water move between me and the drawing board.[

Serious men are the most charming, and serious Zhou Xincheng is the most charming.

But I didn't enjoy this scene for long, before I was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. I took out my cell phone and pressed the answer button.
Chapter completed!