Tears dripped from her snow-white chin. Dong Xiaowan bit her lip and blinked her beautiful and elegant eyes. The long and curly eyelashes seemed to be attached to her. They were long and dense, very endearing.
She just stared at Lin Ze with tears streaming down her face, her beautiful eyes filled with pity, as if her little lover was suffering from a terminal illness and was about to pass away. She was filled with indescribable grief and grief.
Lin Ze sighed softly, stretched out his rough palms to wipe the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Why are you crying? There's nothing wrong with me."
As he said this, he didn't understand what she was thinking.
A girl who loves a man deeply, not to mention seeing the man covered in scars, can still shed tears even if she suffers a little setback.
Dong Xiaowan is a girl with a delicate and sensitive heart, which has a lot to do with her temperament. So when she saw the countless scars crisscrossing Lin Ze's body, she was heartbroken and couldn't help herself.
After buttoning up, Lin Ze did not dare to expose his naked upper body to Dong Xiaowan. If she saw the new wounds on her back, she would probably cry again.
Taking the warm water from the girl, Lin Ze drank half the glass, slowly lit a cigarette, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you had a gift for me?"
"Well, just wait for me." Dong Xiao said politely, got up shyly, and walked to her boudoir.
I wouldn't mind visiting your boudoir——
Lin Ze shouted in his heart.
Taking advantage of Dong Xiaowan's opportunity to get the gift, Lin Ze took a look at Dong Xiaowan's home.
The decoration is not very luxurious, and the style is more ink painting. There are many landscape paintings and seal scripts hanging on the white walls. It seems that her parents are both educated people, and they have studied classical culture quite a lot.
The door of the study room was slightly open. It was unknown whether the owner was in a hurry to go out or something. Lin Ze caught a glimpse of the huge bookshelf placed behind the desk. With his excellent eyesight, Lin Ze, who had a low level of education, was able to identify various types of books.
There are classic cultural books, world famous books, and all kinds of extremely unpopular books. It can be said that it is all-encompassing, and it is not like those who cling to elegance use it as a front.
"It's no wonder that such a talented little girl can be nurtured. Family education does have a subtle effect on the growth of children." Lin Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed. "The old man I have never seen before is probably a butcher of pigs, otherwise why?
Will you give birth to such a vulgar guy like me?"
Lin Ze sighed in self-pity, but Dong Xiaowan came out a little shy holding a painting tube.
Lin Ze smiled and said, "What are you painting? Why are you so mysterious?"
As he said this, he stretched out his hand very rudely, trying to take it from Dong Xiaowan's hand.
Dong Xiaowan hurriedly took two steps back, hid the painting behind her, and said pitifully: "You have to promise me first that you won't laugh after reading it."
Lin Ze was speechless and thought to himself: "Could it be that you painted me as a pig's head?"
Lin Ze, who has always called himself an idol, twitched his eyes and muttered: "If you really paint me as a pig's head, don't blame me for being so cruel." He nodded with a smile and said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not such a superficial man. You know me.
I've been here for so long, don't you still understand me?"
"I really don't know much about it." Dong Xiaowan said unceremoniously.
Perhaps because she had experienced something with Lin Ze, she was obviously more relaxed in her speech. She was not as hesitant as before. Although she was full of knowledge, she could not express her innermost thoughts.
"Come on, don't hide it. Even if you only draw my handsomeness to Andy Lau's level, I won't blame you." Lin Ze joked. "I know that my shocking appearance is really difficult to paint with a pen.
draw."
When Dong Xiaowan heard this, she burst into laughter. Because the last bit of sadness caused by the scars on Lin Ze's body disappeared, she smiled and said, "I promised you not to laugh."
"Um."
Lin Ze took the scroll and was stunned as soon as he unfolded it.
this--
How can a sketch make a person look so similar to him just like a photo?
Lin Ze grabbed the mirror on the coffee table, looked in the mirror, looked at the sketch, blinked his dark eyes, and looked up at Dong Xiaowan: "You have really imprinted my appearance in your bones. The painting is so similar.
"
When Dong Xiaowan heard this, he immediately lowered his head in shame.
Yes. She has already carved Lin Ze's appearance in her mind and will never forget it. Otherwise, how could she draw Lin Ze's appearance thousands of miles away in the open wilderness?
If you don't have deep feelings for this man, it will be extremely difficult to do it.
Lowering his head again, Lin Ze began to admire the masterpiece of this talented woman.
The painting is very vivid, and it outlines Lin Ze's eyebrows and eyes vividly. I have to say that Dong Xiaowan's painting skills are quite good. The sad stubble, the deep and melancholy eyes, and the classic Changbai Mountain are all betraying
Lin Ze’s half-bright and half-sad melancholy character——
In addition, next to the sketch is an untitled poem written by Li Shangyin: The stars last night and the wind last night, the painting building is on the west side of the Guitang east. There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
Lin Ze read it softly, and suddenly he became poetic. He couldn't help but grab a pen and write on the sketch: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at each other in the moon shape, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."
After writing, he looked at Dong Xiaowan with a smile and said, "What do you think of my poem?"
Dong Xiaowan had been staring at him intently when he was just writing. When she saw him asking, she couldn't help but panic. She nodded hurriedly and said: "The writing is very artistic. I just don't know where this poem comes from?"
Dong Xiaowan is familiar with three hundred Tang poems and is proficient in various ancient poems, but she has never heard of this poem. The last sentence made her blush.
Lin Ze put down his pen and said with a bold smile: "I created this myself."
Looking at his forthright and lifelike appearance, he really has a face as thick as a city wall. This poem is clearly a work from "A Chinese Ghost Story" directed by Tsui Hark, and "Only Envy the Mandarin Ducks, Not the Immortals" is also adapted from Lu Zhaolin's "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an"
"I would like to be a mandarin duck but not an immortal". It is really despicable to regard it as his work at this moment.
Maybe Brother Xiao Lin thinks that his cultural level and even inner accomplishment are not as good as those of Dong Xiaowan, so he behaves like an inferiority complex.
Dong Xiaowan nodded gently and said with a smile: "The artistic conception is very beautiful, and the wording is also very beautiful. It echoes well."
Lin Ze was holding a cigarette in his mouth and rolling his eyes up to his forehead. Not to mention how arrogant he was.
"It's a pity that this bare face doesn't outline my strong figure and perfect curves, it's just a face." Lin Ze sighed. "Actually, the most charming thing about me is not my handsome face -"
Dong Xiaowan smiled and joked: "If you are willing to be a model, I wouldn't mind painting for you."
Lin Ze raised his head and glanced at the time. Seeing that it was less than four o'clock, he said seriously: "This is a serious decision. How can you be so frivolous?"
"Okay -" Dong Xiaowan said with a smile. "Guanren Lin, would you like to be a guest model for the little girl?"
"Don't be polite to me, wait for the poor monk to pose, and then the master will write the pen." Lin Ze said in a very sarcastic manner.
"Hahaha——" Dong Xiaowan was originally a quiet and elegant person, but after hearing Lin Ze's extremely funny words, she burst out laughing.
When Lin Ze raised his biceps, took off his shirt, and exposed his upper body with smooth lines and a wheat-colored complexion in front of Dong Xiaowan, the girl immediately felt like a deer and felt an inexplicable emotion.
Suppressing this feeling of anxiety, Dong Xiaowan clamped a piece of white paper on the easel and started sketching professionally.
Dong Xiaowan is a talented girl with a well-known reputation in Zijinhua. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, playing, playing and singing. She has won first prizes in the city's youth piano competition, calligraphy competition, and guzheng competition. She is definitely a girl with many talents. Otherwise, she
How could she be called a talented girl in an aristocratic high school like Zijinhua?
Lin Ze finished styling and stayed there. He only occasionally lit a cigarette and drank a sip of water while Dong Xiaowan was deep in thought.
Half an hour later, Dong Xiaowan had finished most of the painting. Seeing Lin Ze's body gradually slumping down, he couldn't help but yelled: "Go up a little bit, yes, go up a little bit more, well, this is the posture -"
Lin Ze was exhausted by Dong Xiaowan's words, but he didn't know that Dong's mother outside the door was confused.
Go up? Is this the posture?
Are these words coming from your own daughter?
Dong's mother, who had already suffered endless grievances at her workplace and left angrily, felt as if she had been struck by lightning and was stunned at the door.
Click!
Taking the key and opening the door, Dong Xiaowan exclaimed before she opened her mouth.
"Mom - you, why are you back?"
"Why, can't I come back?" Mother Dong said coldly. "Xiaowan, Xiaowan, I didn't expect you to be such a shameless child. I'm so disappointed!"
The words were filled with endless desolation and despair, as if the end of the world had suddenly come, and the voice was hoarse.
