"So eager?" Ye Ming looked back at her and teased. "I just want to see what you draw me like. If it doesn't look good, I won't forgive you." Yang Yuxi waved her pink fist.
"Even if it doesn't look good, it's your own problem. It has nothing to do with me. I'm just a painter." Ye Ming joked, and under Yang Yuxi's angry gaze, said: "Wait here, I'll get it for you.
you!"
"Mysterious!" Yang Yuxi muttered. Although she was a little strange about his behavior, seeing that he didn't seem to want her to follow him, she was sensible and did not follow him. Instead, she sat on the sofa and waited patiently.
After Ye Ming's figure disappeared into the oil painting, he went upstairs on the spiral wooden staircase and soon appeared in the study. By this time, the smile on his face had completely subsided and was replaced by calmness.
Ye Ming walked slowly to the desk, and his eyes fell on the painting. Looking at Yang Yuxi's hair flying under the glow of the painting, with a holy look on his face, his eyes became blurred, and he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the painting.
I don't know how long it took, but Ye Ming came back to his senses and murmured melancholy, "I can't even restore her appearance by using the artistic conception of the painting to promote body memory. I'm afraid I'll never see her again in this life."
Bar."
Over the past three years, the memory has long been blurred, and the beauty has disappeared. Even the sudden idea of using the artistic conception of the painting to promote the body's memory in painting ended in failure. This made Ye Ming himself deeply aware that,
I'm afraid it will be difficult to find the person in the painting again.
Why!
With a sigh, Ye Ming slowly closed his eyes. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were firm. Since dreams are elusive and hard to find, it is better to cherish the person in front of you.
After thinking this, Ye Ming rolled up the scroll and strode out of the study.
"For you." Ye Ming handed the scroll to Yang Yuxi. "Let me see what you painted me like?" Yang Yuxi took it with a smile, unfolded it on the table, looked at it, her eyebrows gradually raised, revealing
Come with a happy look.
Although she didn't know much about painting and her appreciation level was limited, she could tell that the painting was of a very high level. The most important thing was that Ye Ming painted her extremely beautifully in the center of the painting.
"Is this person really me?" Yang Yuxi asked with a smile. "No, he is a fairy living in the mortal world." Ye Ming said casually. "I hate it." Yang Yuxi spat at her, saying she was disgusted, but feeling dissatisfied in her heart.
It's as sweet as honey, not only because of Ye Ming's words of praise, but also because he painted her so beautifully. Words can deceive people, but paintings can't. If you don't love someone so much, how could you paint her like this?
So perfect!
After talking to Ye Ming for a few words, Yang Yuxi continued to admire the painting. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows. At first, she focused on her portrait and didn't pay much attention to the background. Now when she looked carefully, she found that the background was very familiar, like Vancouver.
A street in a street that was very similar to one of her photos. She was about to ask Ye Ming when Ye Ming's phone rang.
Ye Ming answered the phone and hung up after a moment, his brows knitted together.
"What's wrong?" Yang Yuxi asked. "My mother is here and asked me to pick her up at the airport." Ye Ming frowned slightly and called to Yang Yuxi: "Let's go, let's go to the airport."
"I'd better not go. Auntie doesn't like me, and I'm afraid she will be unhappy when she sees me." Yang Yuxi's expression changed a few times, and she spoke bitterly.
