When Ning Youguang came out of an old building with red walls and blue tiles, he was holding a painting in his hand.
Behind her was a tall and thin man with pigtails on his head, a slightly narrow and thin face, a green beard, a black cloth coat and shoes, and an artistic look.
"This painting of yours..."
The young man with an artistic look stopped Ning Youguang as he walked to the door.
"I'll carry it myself." The painting she held in her hand was drawn by him.
"No, let me ask you, are you in a hurry to give away the painting in your hand?" The young man asked with a puzzled look, "In the past, you waited until I finished the exhibition before taking the painting away, but today you have to take it away now.
Walk."
"It's not a gift." Ning Youguang shook his head, "It's just that there happens to be a place in my boyfriend's house that lacks a suitable painting."
The young man looked stunned, "Does your boyfriend also like my paintings?"
"He doesn't like painting." Ning Youguang shook his head slowly.
"Then you..." The young man was deceived.
His name is Yilan, and he is a cutting-edge artist.
The style of painting he writes is strange, not to mention weird and evil, at least it has nothing to do with the painting style that normal people can appreciate.
People who are not art lovers are unlikely to appreciate his paintings, let alone display his paintings at home.
"He likes the way I look at paintings." The spring light melted into Ning Youguang's clear eyes, and a faint smile spread out from her pupils.
Suddenly, he felt that he had been painting her for so long, but he still seemed to have not yet captured one-tenth of her charm and agility.
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but dislike the painting in Ning Youguang's hand, "Don't take this painting away yet. I have to change it again. When I finish it, you can come and pick it up."
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"No need." Ning Youguang chuckled, "I think your painting is quite good."
Yilan sighed, "I originally thought I was good at painting, but now I don't think so anymore."
"What's wrong?" Ning Youguang asked doubtfully.
"Because I find that bright painting style is more suitable for your own temperament." Yilan blurted out.
Ning Youguang chuckled, "But didn't you say that you either don't want to draw, or if you want to draw, you'll draw me with a completely different temperament from mine?"
This is also the origin of the painting in her hand.
"I was wrong." Yilan raised his head and covered his face, "I originally thought that I had the ability to draw you with different characteristics, a unique you, but when I just saw the spring light melting into your eyes, I
I discovered that warmth and brightness are your base colors. I don’t need to pay attention to any extra features when painting you. As long as I have the ability to restore your true colors, what I draw will be the best work of art.”
His voice was full of annoyance.
For my own arrogance and for my own self-righteousness.
Only at this moment did he feel that he wanted to paint a different Ning Youguang. Deep in his consciousness, he was not completely free of the element of showing off his skills.
So I feel very ashamed.
"Then I'll wait for you to produce another piece of the best art." Ning Youguang smiled and stepped back, "Bye, I'll take this painting away first."
"Can you please not take it away?" The more Yilan thought about it, the more she felt that she could no longer look directly at the Ning Youguang she had painted before, including the one she was holding in her hand.
"No." Ning Youbald didn't reply, "Contact me next time you finish the painting."
"..." The artist, who was dissatisfied with his artwork, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.1314