Seeing this painting, and then looking at Yang Qingyin's slightly red face, Luo Ziling smiled and pointed at the person speaking: "Is this you? It looks similar, but the painting of this man doesn't look like me at all.
You painted me ugly, I should be more graceful, handsome and unrestrained than this person."
"It's not you in the first place!" Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "I don't want to paint your ugly appearance!"
"Am I ugly?" Luo Ziling pointed to his face and said to Yang Qingyin seriously: "Look carefully, when I went out and looked in the mirror just now, I found that I was dressed so handsome today. I must be so handsome on the street.
The men are very stressed and let those women feast their eyes."
Then he immediately asked Ye Xiaoli: "Xiaoli, do you think I'm handsome? Don't accept Qing Yin's threat, you have to tell the truth."
Luo Ziling's words made both Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside as a lantern, laugh.
"I have never seen a man as shameless as you." Yang Qingyin shaved his face and looked at Luo Ziling with contempt.
"Is it thick?" Luo Ziling pinched his cheek, then stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Qingyin, and finally nodded: "It is indeed a bit thicker than yours, but I think my face is still quite tender, my face is
It’s definitely not thick.”
Being pinched by Luo Ziling in front of Ye Xiaoli, Yang Qingyin blushed, kicked Luo Ziling angrily, and said angrily: "Don't bully me, enjoy the painting."
"I will come here often to appreciate it in the future." Luo Ziling looked at this very freehand landscape and figure painting seriously, and couldn't help but praise again: "Senior sister, your painting level is too high, can you draw one for me?
! How about you draw, I write the inscriptions, and we cooperate?"
Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with dissatisfaction: "Huh, do you think my handwriting is ugly?"
"It's not ugly, at least as good-looking as my face," Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin's inscription on the painting, "It's really appropriate to use words to describe the two of us just like the people they are!"
Yang Qingyin's face turned red, and so did Ye Xiaoli's. They were blushing largely because of Luo Ziling's boasting. They had never seen a man dare to be so shameless in front of them.
"It's so disgusting that I want to spit out my breakfast," Yang Qingyin made a retching motion, "I admit that you are a bit handsome, but don't keep boasting about yourself all day long!"
"I just brag a few words from time to time. It's a bit exaggerated to keep saying it all day long." After making a few jokes, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin again: "Are you willing to help me paint?"
"No!" Yang Qingyin looked sly. "Unless you write me some additional words first and put them in the room."
"Hey, I agree to this request without hesitation," Luo Ziling said, and then said with a mysterious face: "Actually, if you help me paint, the painting will still be hung here. Are we a family?"
"Who is in your family?" Luo Ziling ignored the awkward Ye Xiaoli and kept talking like this. Yang Qingyin became a little angry and said, "You are so thick-skinned."
"Okay, then I'll take advantage of my good mood and write some subtitles for you. I'll bring out my best." Luo Ziling said, raising his arms and shouting: "Hurry up and prepare pen and ink for me."
Seeing Luo Ziling's appearance, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but giggle.
"Yes, Young Master Luo, I will prepare for you right away." Yang Qingyin imitated the ancients and gave a blessing. After standing up, he stretched out his hand and kicked Luo Ziling. "That annoying guy knows how to play tricks on others."
Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside, quickly took this opportunity to sneak out of the room and went to the study to prepare things for them.
Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling actually didn't avoid her and openly showed their emotions in front of her. While Ye Xiaoli was happy for them, she also felt a little embarrassed. She also thought that both of them dared to do this in front of her. If she wasn't there
, what will happen to the two of them?
Of course, she also sincerely hopes that the two of them can finally get together. They are a perfect match for a handsome man and a beautiful woman. No one can be described as a handsome man and a beautiful woman better than them.
Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli prepared pen and ink for Luo Ziling and laid out the rice paper.
These things were the first thing Yang Qingyin prepared. She practices calligraphy and painting every day, so there are indispensable stationery supplies in the house.
After preparing the pen and ink, Luo Ziling stood still, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote a poem with one swipe.
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once she looks at Qingren City, then she looks at Qingren Country..."
Seeing the poem written by Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "Why did you write this poem?"
"The words given to you, this poem is a perfect match for you." After Luo Ziling finished writing the poem very gracefully, he put the pen down again, looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction, and said with a proud face: "Write consciously
The best word, indeed status is very important, haha!"
Yang Qingyin was extremely happy in her heart, but she had an angry look on her face, "I hate it so much. You are not allowed to write such a disgusting poem. Please change it." As he said this, he asked Ye Xiaoli to write the half-dry ink on the poem.
Take it aside.
After the two of them took a corner and carefully put the words "There is a Beauty in the North" aside, they urged Luo Ziling to continue writing.
"Okay, I'll write another random song, but I won't be dissatisfied." Luo Ziling naturally agreed.
I picked up the pen, thought about it again, and wrote another set of words at a very fast speed using my best running script.
This time I am writing about Liu Yong’s masterpiece "Yu Linlin".
"Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn breeze and waning moon," After finishing writing, Luo Ziling pointed to a few sentences in this word and said with a smile: "This is my favorite artistic conception. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a hangover and found
Lying on the bank of willows, accompanied by the dawn breeze and the waning moon, how beautiful it is."
But Yang Qingyin's expression changed after seeing this word. She looked at Luo Ziling seriously and asked softly: "Don't you know that what is described here is the feeling of separation, which is very miserable? This is
This poem is a poem written by Liu Sanbian to say goodbye to his lover. Passionate sentiments have hurt separation since ancient times, and they are even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. Is it appropriate for you to give me such a poem?"
"Hey, I said, don't be like this. I didn't mean anything else. I just suddenly thought of this word, and I felt that the artistic conception of "where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon" is very beautiful." Luo Ziling could not imagine that Yang Qing
Yin was actually upset by a word, and felt a little at a loss. "Since you don't like it, I'll tear it up."
"Forget it, now that I've written it, let's keep it," Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling's hand, "The calligraphy is good, a rare masterpiece. I asked Xiaoli to frame the previous words and hang them in the room. This poem is
Put it in the study!"
Seeing Yang Qingyin's forced smile, Luo Ziling suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.