You can't be cowardly, you can't be cowardly!

He held the brush and observed the model's body details carefully as if he was calm, without letting go of every hair.

After he became serious, the enthusiasm gradually faded away. Lu Jinghan, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, gradually became a "natural person" concept for him, but a work of art.

And he just used his own brush to highlight the most beautiful part of this work of art on the canvas.

Lu Jinghan leaned on the sofa casually, looking at Xia Xiaomu, wearing loose pajamas, with a handsome and handsome face, her lips tightly pursed, and her eyes focused, as if she had forgotten the time, and even forgot who Lu Jinghan was.

This is a serious Xia Xiaomu who is immersed in creation, a boy who is only nineteen years old. He moves the brush in his hand and is a work worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

He is just a unknown Xia Xiaomu.

When Xia Qianbai was quilted and Xie Wen's son, his value would jump up again.

Lu Jinghan looked at him softly. When he first saw him in the school cafeteria, he dressed simply and his whole body was less than a thousand yuan. However, his speech and behavior showed an elegant and noble spirit that ordinary people could not meet. He looked like a young master who was praised high.

I am so lucky to meet such a person who takes me out of the obscure and recognizes the direction. In the future, the two of them will be in the same light.

Xia Xiaomu noticed the pain in his neck and shoulders. He twisted his head and rubbed his shoulders. He saw that more than two hours had passed.

Lu Jinghan: "Are you tired?"

Xia Xiaomu threw down her brush and yawned: "Fortunately, you are bored, you're sitting for so long."

Lu Jinghan walked over and pinched his shoulders: "I'm fine, it's too late today, don't draw it now."

After glanced at the canvas, my eyes stagnated.

He looked in the mirror every day and knew what he looked like, but he had never seen such a real thing as Xia Xiaomu painted.

When he was a child, the Lu family said that his eyebrows were sharp and had a sense of evil spirit. In the painting, he was indeed strong with sword eyebrows, but he had a slight frown between his eyebrows, deep eyes, and a little melancholy in his eyes.

That is not the evil spirit mentioned by the Lu family, but the desire for ordinary people to have things but they cannot get sorrow, helplessness and loneliness.

The painter's eyes can see the essence through phenomena, especially for painters like Xia Xiaomu, no matter what expression Lu Jinghan looks like in front of him. And the person Xia Xiaomu saw, the person in his writing is the most real Lu Jinghan.

Xia Xiaomu really knows him, so he can feel the love and warmth he has never had before.

“…Xiao Mu.”

Lu Jinghan couldn't help but hug Xia Xiaomu, buried his head in his shoulder, and breathed deeply the reassuring smell coming from his body.
Chapter completed!