Can't draw familiar things.&1t;/p>

What to draw?&1t;/p>

All I heard in my ears was the rustling sound of the pen tip falling on the paper. Ye Weilan dragged his chin and listened to the wind on the island, thinking quietly.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling stared at her face motionlessly.&1t;/p>

I always feel that it will be a huge loss if I look at it less.&1t;/p>

This girl looks very cute and stupid.&1t;/p>

From her expression, you can see that she attaches great importance to what to draw.&1t;/p>

You won't start writing easily without inspiration.&1t;/p>

This habit is very similar to her.&1t;/p>

There are too many helpless things in reality.&1t;/p>

It is difficult for people to choose their lifestyle according to their preferences. Various reasons always force them to make a perfunctory decision.&1t;/p>

Few people can live freely and freely.&1t;/p>

A faint trace of sadness floated through Qin Yuling's clear eyes.&1t;/p>

When she was still, Ye Weilan finally decided on her mind and she stood up slowly.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling saw that she moved, and stood up, held her hand and walked to the painting board, and placed the brush in her palm: "Don't worry, take your time."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan smiled slightly, touched the drawing board and set the frame, and started drawing.&1t;/p>

She painted it very slowly, and she felt meticulously crafted at every stroke.&1t;/p>

Chu Qin Yuling looked at the drawing board and didn't see what she was painting at first. When the first petal was in the prototype, she realized that she was painting a rose.&1t;/p>

Rose…&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling's long eyelashes trembled. She hadn't seen a rose for a long time.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan painted a rose. Starting from the stamens, the petals progressed in a spiral shape... In a moment, a vivid rose appeared on the paper.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan put down his brush: "Auntie, please give me a blue brush."&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling gave her a blue brush, and Ye Weilan colored the flowers... The whole flower turned into azure blue, cool and transparent, as if burning flames, and like flowing ice water, transparent and exquisite, just like the real one.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan smiled: "I don't know what it will look like when you draw it. Auntie, will it look good?"&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling's eyes fell on the vivid blue rose, and he didn't say anything for a long time.&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan thought she didn't like it, so she was a little discouraged.&1t;/p>

But Qin Yuling said, "It's very beautiful."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan really wanted to ask, "Do you like it?" After all, she didn't ask.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling gently stroked her silk: "It's not that I don't like it, I just thought of something else... The baby's painting style is very beautiful."&1t;/p>

Ye Wei whispered: "I am best at drawing people."&1t;/p>

Unfortunately, I can't draw people.&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling gently stroked her soft silk, and her tone had a soft and dullness: "My daughter is also very talented in painting, but unfortunately..."&1t;/p>

She never taught her again, and she didn't know if Lanlan still likes painting now.&1t;/p>

…&1t;/p>

"Mommy, is Lanlan's paintings so good?"&1t;/p>

The little man, like a snow-jade, held his brush in her arms, bent his big eyes and asked with tender voices, his big eyes full of expressions of desire for praise.&1t;/p>

…&1t;/p>

Qin Yuling's face suddenly turned pale. She covered her heart and tears burst out from her bright eyes.&1t;/p>

"Madam..."&1t;/p>

Ye Weilan keenly noticed that her breathing rhythm was wrong and asked worriedly: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"&1t;/p>

"My wife has a palpitations..." The one who answered Ye Weilan was a maid.&1t;/p>

They wanted to help her back to rest, but Qin Yuling shook her head: "No need..."&1t;/p>

She looked at Ye Weilan's face without a smile, raised her hand and stroked her cheek: "It's okay, don't worry."&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!