"I'll go by myself!" Zhan Shaoqing gritted his teeth. The woman he was thinking about day and night was right in front of him. He couldn't let her go back like this. Anyway, she saw the ugly rehabilitation process, what else is there to do with him?
Hiddenly, don’t you even have the courage to meet her!
Intuition tells him that since Lian Hua will not dislike his disability, he should not think that he is ugly when he rehabilitated. Even if he fell and fell and suffered all kinds of ugly pain just now, she would not hate him.
In his eyes, these are never ugly.
Turning the wheelchair, Zhan Shaoqing walked gently to Lian Hua, but she kept lowering her head and letting the Buddha not notice his approach.
When she came to Lianhua, Zhan Shaoqing looked down at Lianhua's movements. She was concentrating on drawing on the sketchbook. The fine lines of the draft could not tell what she was drawing, but she was generally a human being.
contour.
But Lian Hua's dedicated professionalism completely isolated her. He didn't dare to disturb her, but just stayed quietly beside her, watching Lian Hua Ruyu's fingers flexibly manipulate the brush.
Pictures are depicted on white paper.
Suddenly, paper scattered like white butterflies on the ground attracted his attention. He slowly bent down, Zhan Shaoqing picked up a few sketch papers and started to look through them carefully.
The characters outlined above are vivid and vivid, with just a few strokes, with a side face frowning and pain, a movement of falling and getting up, and a persistence of raising your feet and falling...
Zhan Shaoqing looked at the painting one by one. The corners of his pale and exhausted mouth suddenly curled upwards. The happiness and satisfaction filled his whole face, as if a clear spring was straight down the back of his head, making his heart full of desolation.
Extended endless beautiful flowers.
It was him, even if there were only simple outlines on the paper, and even if the draft only outlines the lines, Zhan Shaoqing knew that the things she drew were him, the way he looked when he was rehabilitating, and the freeze-frame when he made every effort.
The muscles are vigorous and the muscles are strong. The eyes of the people in the painting reveal unparalleled hope and spirit. This is an unparalleled vigorous, charming, high spirit, and deafening.
Zhan Shaoqing's heart suddenly became soft. Did he convey so many things during his rehabilitation? In her eyes, he was not only not ugly, but also had such a brilliant look...
Gently, he asked Lian Hua: "Are you drawing me now?"
Even Hua Chong turned a deaf ear. She could not hear any sound from the outside world now, and she was fully focused on the painting in her hand.
How long has it been since her inspiration been so rich? The dozens of sketch materials just now could not carry Zhan Shaoqing's posture. She had to mobilize all her energy to devote herself to the painting to show that shocking posture.
To draw the essence and sublimation of the glimpse of the past, it must be more perfect and shocking!
The picture I am drawing has more vivid and artistic lines and strokes, and more vigorous and tenacious postures. Even Hua's heart was moved by the painting. That's it. Her long-lost inspiration and touch will be immediately
To burst out in this painting!
Finally, the last stroke ended, Lianhua closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction.
Zhan Shaoqing gently picked up Lian Hua's newly completed painting. He was still on the picture. The black and white lines with clear light and shadow are simple but not simple. He is like the outline of a knife, and he is firm and strong, and he works hard to exercise the muscles and bones.
It reveals the most indomitable spirit, and even sweat is an indispensable perfect decoration, setting off his entire spirit and radiating the solar term of hard work.
This painting is not the expression and movements on the dozens of materials just now, but it has the high temperament and fighting spirit that brings together all the essence. It is more attractive, more shocking, and more touching than all the paintings just now. It is more attractive, more shocking, and more touching than all the paintings just now. Don’t open your eyes and draw endless vitality and spirit from it.
For the first time, he knew that when he was rehabilitating, the muscle lines on his body would reveal his thriving efforts, and the expression on his face would bring people fighting spirit as if it was glowing!
Suddenly, on that painting, a familiar sign shocked Zhan Shaoqing. He was stunned for a moment, looked up at Lian Hua, his eyes full of disbelief. Could it be that this-
"Ah, Mr. Zhan!" Lian Hua opened his eyes and saw Zhan Shaoqing sitting next to him holding her painting and watching it. He was shocked. He felt guilty about being caught on the spot. Apologized, "I'm sorry, my career has been sick... I'll paint you as a model without your consent. It's because the scene just now was too shocking and perfect, and I couldn't help but draw it..."
Lian Hua hurriedly wanted to stand up, but her legs were already numb when she had sat for a long time. When she got up, she accidentally turned straight to Zhan Shaoqing's wheelchair: "Ahhhh!"
"Be careful!" Zhan Shaoqing quickly caught Lian Hua, holding his big hand around her slender waist, and putting her on his legs. The long-lost soft jade fragrance in his arms made him unable to help but tighten his hands. Wearing a thin dress, stroking her skin.
Zhan Shaoqing murmured in Lian Hua's ears: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I'm fine!" Lian Hua jumped up immediately as if she was scalded. She had never been held in the arms of a man like this in the past few years except holding Xiaobai. Zhan Shaoqing's arms were like a passionate sea of fire. , which made her very uncomfortable.
Lian Hua whispered, "Young Master Zhan is okay? I didn't hurt you, right? Sorry, today I was here to report the progress of the plan, but I did so many rude things."
"You can be heavier, it's as light as cotton now." Zhan Shaoqing reminisces about the touch just now, then raises his head, and he said to Lian Hua, "I'll change my clothes and take advantage of this time to let the doctor come. Let’s see if you’re hurt. Let’s wait a while in the small living room and we will discuss the plan in detail.”
Lian Hua refused but nodded and agreed. Zhan Shaoqing tightened the painting Lian Hua had just painted and was pushed away by the nurse.
As soon as you walked out of the rehabilitation room, Zhan Shaoqing picked up his cell phone and called his assistant: "I have something to check, about a sign and a company's historical achievements, and use your fastest speed to check it. , and then report the result to me..."
Zhan Shaoqing conveyed the order to his assistant, and then went to the bathroom to rinse his sweaty body. When he changed into clean clothes and walked out, he happened to receive information from his assistant.
He looked at the information in detail, the curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and the eyes he looked at Lian Hua's painting became more gentle and hot.
Sure enough, his thoughts were confirmed, and the truth was indeed so!