"Miss Ling San, would you like a portrait? I'll give you a 20% discount on the portrait of husband and wife." The owner of the small art studio welcomed the guests with a smile and spoke eloquently, "Come on, you can paint quickly, we
The painters in the museum are all the best."
"Portrait of a couple?" Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand and touched his chin, "It sounds like a good portrait."
Ling Luo asked: "Yu, do you know how to paint?"
"Have a brief understanding of it."
Ling Luo smiled slightly and said: "What's the point of letting others write the painting? Let's draw a picture together. I draw you and you draw me. Just get together, right?"
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes lit up and he said happily: "This is very good, Luo'er is still smart."
Ling Luo threw a piece of silver to the owner of the small art studio and said, "Shop owner, please prepare pens, ink, paints and rice paper for us, and free up a private room."
"Yes, yes, Miss Ling San, I'll get it done right away!" The owner of the small art gallery held a large ingot of silver in his hand, and ran to get busy with his work happily.
Not long after, the pen and ink and the elegant room were ready.
"I'll go first, you sit on the chair and don't move." Ling Luo wrote first.
Thousands of years ago, the Ling family was considered a famous family in Tianyuan Continent. As a member of the Glory family, she was not only a genius alchemist, but also a talented woman who shocked everyone at that time. She was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
She looked at the several portrait paintings placed at the entrance of the gallery just now. Although the brushwork was smooth, it was a bit flashy and lacked skill, so she was not very satisfied.
The pen and ink also have a soul. If it is integrated with the writer's thoughts and displayed on the picture, it will be a masterpiece.
Ling Luo raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Yu. He was sitting on a Ziyang rattan chair, his eyes were shining, his posture was lazy, and his expression was gentle.
He is looking at her.
Watching very carefully.
She accepted his affection and his thoughts, and painted them on the paper with great care, stroke by stroke.
Her writing skills were very skillful, and soon, Xuanyuan Yu appeared vividly on the paper.
"Okay." She breathed a sigh of relief, with a slightly proud smile on her lips, "Yu, how about coming over and taking a look?"
Xuanyuan Yu came closer, his eyes almost narrowed when he smiled, and said: "It turns out that in Luo'er's eyes, my husband is so handsome."
He is satisfied, very satisfied, very satisfied.
"Stop talking so much, it's your turn." Ling Luo walked to the side by side chairs and sat down.
This so-called "couple portrait" involves a man and a woman sitting on two chairs side by side and letting the artist in the gallery paint your portrait.
Therefore, the chair Ling Luo is sitting on is right next to the chair Xuanyuan Yu was sitting on just now.
Drawing paper, she also left exactly half of it blank for him.
She looked forward to it eagerly.
He painted with great concentration, his pupils were bright, and there was a thin smile on his lips.
After about half a stick of incense, Xuanyuan Yu put down his pen, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said happily: "It's done."
As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, with a faint golden sword energy condensed on his fingertips, and pointed it at the center of the drawing paper, then "brushed" it and cut it out.
Ling Luo was slightly stunned, stood up from the chair, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Cutting through the center of the drawing paper wouldn't separate the portraits of the two of them, and what else would be left to draw a portrait of a couple?
Xuanyuan Yu put the remaining half of the drawing paper in his hand and shook it gently, with a sly smile like a big fox on his face.
Seeing that smile, Ling Luo suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.