He's super cute

The evening sky is not very dark, but has a bright blue color, and the hill not far away is stained with a thin layer of red under the setting sun.

Several couples stood in front of the cabin, talking softly with smiles and kisses.

"Thank you very much for participating in the recording of this program." The director clapped his hands and motioned everyone to look at him, "I will explain the rules of the program again."

"'Lovers in paintings', as the name suggests, is to draw lovers into works. All lovers are well-known painters, and they must have drawn many excellent works."

"But have you painted a picture of your love?"

"Sing a word of love lightly, write a picture of love."

"Fix love in the most beautiful moment that belongs to you."

Jiang Yuqing was sitting on the grass, holding a pair of small crutches, and I don't know if he understood, Daimao was swaying from side to side by the evening wind, and clapped with a serious face, very face-saving.

Fortunately, his eyes seemed to be rubbed into the sunset, he looked down at Jiang Yuqing, smiled slightly, and applauded along with him.

The eyes of the people around were all shifting towards Jiang Yuqing.

The director couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The young man has a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, which are always somewhat cold in the depths, with an alienated and lazy charm.

He didn't expect that an unknown amateur could be so beautiful.

Why worry about ratings!

The director cleared his throat, and his voice couldn't help but softened a lot, "Our program recording time is seven days, and there are three hours of irregular live broadcasts every day. The scenery of Jingshan is beautiful and moving. It is a good place for sketching. It can be used as a vacation to relax. I hope everyone can play Have fun."

"We also invited a special guest..." The director paused, deliberately putting off the air, "He is Teacher Feng Yi..."

The guests looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

A person like Feng Yi is indifferent to fame and wealth, and enjoys a high reputation in the world, but he never accepts interviews, let alone variety shows.

"He is Teacher Feng Yi's closed disciple..." Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, the director continued with satisfaction, "Mr. Cheng Yu."

Jiang Yuqing grabbed the grass on the ground without looking up, her white fingertips were stained with greenery.

"Mr. Cheng Yu is also a very famous painter..." The man next to him was doing science popularization for his lover, "His work two years ago is still unforgettable to me, and the tension is extremely strong..."

"He is a rare painter with both talent and hard work."

"It seems that he married the chairman of the Jiang Group two years ago, and they are very affectionate."

"Look, you don't forget to wear a ring when recording a show. I'm so envious of this feeling," Jiang Yuqing accidentally pulled out the grass by the roots. He wiped his fingers expressionlessly, his eyes drooping, the emotion in his eyes Not very clear.

"Eat a candy?" Fortunately, there was a fruit candy in his white palm, and he said softly, "I remember you used to like this taste very much."

Jiang Yuqing froze for a moment, then took the candy.

A small part of his cheeks bulged out, and he frowned, but his expression was a little brighter, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

"Hello, everyone." Cheng Yu looked polite, but his demeanor showed a sense of alienation. He only looked too thin. He lightly rubbed the ring on his ring finger, "I hope you can Spend a pleasant seven days with everyone. Muttering, "We can get to know each other next." The director smiled, "Familiar with each other."

"Okay, let me introduce myself first." The lively young man raised his hand, with small earrings hanging on his ears, flickering when he spoke, showing that his whole life was full of vitality, "My name is Yunwang, and I am from the Academy of Fine Arts. teacher."

He grabbed the unsmiling man beside him, "This is my 1.9-meter wife."

Zhang Mu brushed his messy hair behind his ears, expressionless, but anyone with a discerning eye could see his doting on the young man, "What do you say?"

The man is an actor who almost went into seclusion three years ago. It is said that he has been traveling with his lover all these years.

One can imagine how popular the show will be.

With a relaxed opening, the atmosphere that followed was much better.

After everyone introduced themselves, it was the turn of the young man sitting on the grass.

Jiang Yuqing hadn't looked up since Cheng Yu came in.

Cheng Yu also insisted on his identity as the male master of Jiang's family, and he put on a high-ranking spectrum, and he didn't even give Jiang Yuqing a straight look.

Until the crippled boy who was sitting in the corner slowly raised his head, and that pretty little face with a lazy spring look blinked slowly at him.

The smile on the corner of Cheng Yu's mouth gradually froze, and his pupils dilated slightly.

"My name is..." The handsome young man even smiled slightly at him, his eyes were dark and calm, "Jiang Yuqing."

"I came back from Country M some time ago, and I'm waiting for a job now." Jiang Yuqing stared into Cheng Yu's eyes, clearly he was a bit shorter than Cheng Yu, but seemed to be condescending, "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"I'm very interested in Teacher Cheng Yu's painting. After studying it for a long time, I can see some tricks. I wonder if Teacher Cheng Yu would like to communicate with me?"

Cheng Yu's expression froze completely, he swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

What are you afraid of?

Two years ago, Yu Xiaoque was powerless under his hands and froze to death miserably in the trash can, not even keeping a child.

Could it be possible to beat him now?

At worst, send him to see those two bastards.

A gloomy look flashed quickly in Cheng Yu's eyes, and then as if nothing had happened, he brushed his hair, and the ring on his ring finger glowed faintly under the reflection of the light, "Of course I am willing, I am also honored to be liked by you."

"Oh?" Jiang Yuqing raised his eyebrows, and gave a short laugh, unable to understand what it meant, "Mr. Cheng Yu's personality has not changed for many years, and it is still interesting."

These words can be praised or criticized, but who would have thought that the two would have been fighting each other for a long time.

Cheng Yu's hand holding the ring was painful, the young man's big eyes that were always foggy and seemed too harmless, like a bottomless vortex, but gentle, as if he was not in a hurry Gracefully approached his ocelot.

He exhaled lightly, his heart beating violently.

Is this Yu Xiaoque?

When did that soft bun who couldn't understand anything other than crying and begging have the ability to be so calm and aggressive.

Cheng Yu thought of another pair of black eyes soaked in ice.

Jiang Yuqing didn't know that the imposing manner exuding from him unconsciously resembled Jiang Yan very much.

Even this yin and yang attitude has half the meaning of Jiang Yan.

"You like his paintings too!" Yun Wang hopped to Jiang Yuqing's side and said with a smile, "I like them too, especially the monkey fishing for the moon under the starry sky."

"It's really wonderful!"

"Yes." Jiang Yuqing glanced at Cheng Yu, bit the fruit candy in his mouth, and said slowly, "It's really wonderful."

"Right, right!" Yun Wang was blind, and was even more excited to see someone agreeing, "Remember to call me when you communicate..."

"Ayun..." Zhang Mu hooked his neck helplessly and pulled him to his side. He lowered his head and glanced at him, seeing that he was heartless and could not see the undercurrents. He sighed, "Director The task card is being issued, let's go get it together..."

"Okay then." Yun Wang turned his head and waved his hands, his voice was crisp, "Remember to call me!"

"Don't worry..." Jiang Yuqing pursed his lips in an unclear manner, his eyes shone brightly, "Not one will be missing."

Cheng Yu stood where he was, with dark eyes rolling between his brows, staring at the place where Jiang Yuqing had sat with an uncertain expression.

He rubbed his fingertips, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

...... "Where did you get the wheelchair?" Jiang Yuqing looked left and right, shaking his feet, "Why didn't I think of that!"

"Thinking that you might use it." Xing Ke touched his nose, then glanced at Jiang Yuqing quietly, "You will also feel a lot easier."

"Thank you." Jiang Yuqing was indeed very fresh, and he never stopped fiddling with the wheelchair.

"Let's start the mission."

"Wait." Xing Ke suddenly thought of something, and strode towards the manager's direction.

Jiang Yuqing began to prepare the drawing board. The theme of his and Xingke's task was flowers and lovers.

He sharpened his pencils, thinking about how to compose the picture.

"I made this before I set off." Xing Ke's face flushed slightly from running, and he took a small breath to calm his breath, "It's all what you like to eat."

Jiang Yuqing paused, then looked up at him.

Fortunately, standing under the tree, the petals fell on half of his shoulders, and he slightly lowered his eyes, but he didn't dare to really look at him.

The hand holding the bag trembled slightly.

"I seem to have said thank you too many times today." Jiang Yuqing was a little at a loss, he had never been so enthusiastically liked and allergic, and his mind was in a mess.

"Don't say thank you." Xing Ke sent the bag forward. It has been two years since his debut, and he can easily face tens of thousands of fans and the flashing lights of the media, but only when he saw Jiang Yuqing, he was as shy as a Big boy, "As long as you like it."

He said incoherently, "It's just that I haven't done it for two years, some hands-on... Are you thirsty?"

"I like it very much..." Jiang Yuqing smiled suddenly, and hugged the dim sum in her arms tightly, "I really like it."

No one would remain unmoved by Chicheng's love.

....... An inconspicuous black car was parked in the woods.

"The two of them just paint, why are they so close?" Jiang Yan frowned, his face livid, "It's almost pasted."

"Sir, the two of them are at least three meters apart." Secretary Wang said helplessly as he pushed his glasses.

After a moment of silence in the car, Jiang Yan spoke again.

"Why is he smiling so happily?" A low and hoarse whisper sounded, "It turns out he can laugh..."

The weather changed as it said, and it rained in a blink of an eye.

The two people in front didn't know what they said, but fortunately they bent down, and they could vaguely see Jiang Yuqing raising his head.

Like asking for a kiss.

Jiang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the two in disbelief.

Secretary Wang couldn't stop her, so Jiang Yan braved the rain and ran to the tree where the two were painting.

"Do you dare to touch him? I hate your mother..."