"Xuanxuan, why don't you take one too? I really want to know what the effect of your portrait will look like..."

Before she could respond, Murong Xi pushed her onto a chair, "Why don't you come up with a seated one? Uh... you can style it as you like! Painter Li, please do your hard work again!"

"Okay." Ling Yixuan was a little helpless. She had never been photogenic since she was a child. Every time she took a photo, she didn't want to look at it a second time. Well, although photography and portraits are two different things, they are both in nature. They are lazily sitting next to each other.

Holding her chin with one hand on the table, Ling Yixuan began her own wandering mind.

"Have you finished the painting... Xuanxuan, please hurry up and take a look at your painting. It's so beautiful... Who said that 'meditating girls are the most beautiful'? This sentence is so right!" The female painter just said

As soon as he put down the pen, Murong Xi who was standing next to him took it first and took a look and exclaimed.

Ling Yixuan took it and took a look. She saw a woman dressed in plain clothes. She was half-lying on the table with one hand supporting her chin. She looked lazy and casual. Her eyes were focused in a certain direction, as if she was immersed in her own thoughts... There was a bit of resentment in her expression.

, a little helpless, and a little sad.

Did she not make a mistake? Is she the melancholy woman in the painting? She actually showed such an expression unconsciously...

The entangled and lonely state of the woman was traced on the rice paper... Ling Yixuan silently glanced in the direction of Murong Chen... Just now... she was distracted by his figure?! Ling Yixuan couldn't help but

I shivered.

She couldn't help but look up and observe the young female painter carefully. She was about thirty years old, with an upright and peaceful face. Her slender fingers seemed to be magical, and she waved them gracefully on the rice paper. A bridge fell in front of her, standing alone.

There, I put down my pen without adding any scenery around it, and then hung the painting on the wall.

Ling Yixuan looked at it for a long time and couldn't see what the painting wanted to express. She just felt that the bridge was so lonely.

Although she can't understand, Ling Yixuan can still see her sharp and obscure painting style from several paintings painted by the female artist. Just like her, her very ordinary appearance can make people just take a look at her.

It is so easy to forget, one pair of eyes seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts, grasp the key points of many things, and express them accurately in her paintings, as if she has seen through the impermanence of the world and experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Is this painting finished?" Ling Yixuan couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you add something to it? Don't you think this bridge is too lonely?" She asked again regardless of the presumption.

After hearing her confusion, the woman glanced at her: "Am I not good at painting?"

"No, no... you are a very good painter, and your painting skills on the bridge are excellent... But, wouldn't it be more perfect if you could add some other things to modify the loneliness of the bridge?" She suggested cautiously.

The young female painter said with a meaningful smile: "There is no perfection in life, but there is definitely no shortage of regrets. Girl, it is good to have hope for things, and it is also good to desire perfection, but sometimes we must also accept it.

Those imperfections and shortcomings that belong to it... also have the meaning of its existence."

Really? Accept its imperfections, and its shortcomings also have their own meaning... Ling Yixuan chewed the words of the female painter carefully, what a simple truth! Just like the bridge she painted, desolate and lonely, not necessarily

It has to be very lively and complete to be called perfect. Can it be said that maybe a painting can be more complete, but it may not be realistic... Is this what this painting expresses? Life is just like this painting.

There is nothing we can do except accept the incomplete painting.


Chapter completed!