Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

After a while, the secret guard came back. Xin Ye saw the secret guard, turned around and walked behind the tree, took a set of painting tools from him, silently clamped the drawing paper on the drawing board, adjusted the tripod, and found a comfortable position to put the easel.

Yan Yiyi turned around, walked over, took the pencil from Xin Ye's hand, and started drawing.

The swish sound of the pens attracted the attention of the children who were drawing. They couldn't help but look up and saw the beautiful big sister drawing something.

Huh? Why does my elder sister make noise when she draws?

They looked at Yan Yiyi curiously, then looked down at their hands, then looked at Hua Murong, and finally looked at Yan Yiyi again.

Little Huzi discovered that the older sister didn’t need to dip the brush in ink to paint, and their paintings didn’t make as nice sounds as the older sister’s. How did the older sister do it?

After thinking for a while, he turned to look at his older brother, who was already standing next to his older sister, watching her draw. Little Tiger rolled his eyes, put down his brush, and slipped behind Yan Yiyi.

Unfortunately, on the left of the elder sister was another older brother who came with her, and on the right was the older brother who taught them to paint. Their tall and slender figures completely blocked the view.

Little Tiger frowned tightly, and his little face showed a rare look of sadness, but the sadness did not stay on his face for long. He cheered up and stretched his neck, looking for a way.

Finally, his eyes fell on Hua Murong's long legs. Xiao Huzi gestured his height and his long legs, as well as his body and the distance between Hua Murong and the easel.

Another one slipped over and came in front of Hua Murong. Hua Murong lowered her eyes and looked at the little tiger who suddenly appeared. She curled the corners of her mouth and silently took a step back to make room for him.

Little Tiger finally saw his elder sister's painting clearly. The lines on the white paper were simple outlines, but he could roughly see the content of the painting - it was the scene they had practiced painting under the tree before.

Noticing that the lines on the white paper were different from their own, Little Tiger's eyes fell on the black stick in Yan Yiyi's hand, and he witnessed his friend's face being sketched out with just a few strokes of the black pen.

When he saw the big sister drawing shadows on the ground and heard the "swish" sound, little Huzi's face suddenly became enlightened and his eyes sparkled.

Little Huzi had a lot of questions, but he was afraid of disturbing his elder sister who was painting. Suddenly he remembered that his elder sister was his elder brother's younger sister, so would his elder brother also paint this kind of picture?

After a morning of "teacher-student relationship", Xiao Huzi did not feel unfamiliar with Hua Murong. To be precise, he respected him and regarded him as his master.

Xiao Huzi tugged at Hua Murong's sleeve, and when he saw Hua Murong looking at him, he half covered his mouth with his hands and lowered his voice, as if he had something to say in secret.

Hua Murong was holding a meeting, bending down and half squatting. Xiao Huzi came over and asked in a low voice: "Big brother, do you know what kind of pen Big Sister uses? Why is Big Sister's painting different from ours?"

Hua Murong had a gentle smile on her lips and answered patiently: “She used a special charcoal stick, and the painting she made is called a sketch, but the ink painting we draw is naturally different.

Although I can draw sketches, I am not as proficient as my sister. According to my sister, I just need to practice more. Once I have the basics, I can draw whatever I want. Whether I can become a master depends on my talent and inspiration. "