planted in her hands

Meng Qingyao's voice penetrated into my ears, making me startled for a moment, I looked at her glowing side face, and pursed my lips.

it's wired.

I think if I have an affair with her, then I will be more attracted to her because of this passage.

But right now, she and I can only be regarded as friends, so I will feel a little weird, and it will only make me feel that Meng Qingyao is straighter.

In my current 23 years of knowledge, only straight girls can say some nice love words without any scruples. If she really has something in mind for me, she will definitely not be so blatant to be discovered by me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and responded to her words with my usual expression: "Okay." I asked, "Then do you paint tomorrow?"

"Yes." She looked at me again, nodded her head, "I won't take a nap tomorrow afternoon."

"it is good."

After walking for a long time, I arrived at the entrance of Luoshui Community. I said goodbye to Jiang Linyan and them, and then turned and walked inside.

Jiang Linyan won't go back tonight, she will stay with me, and her work is also very busy, she simply asked for a day off tomorrow, and planned to sleep with me until she woke up naturally, she was talking all the way The two little sisters, Jiajia and Xixi, waited until they got home, and she sighed: "Sister Meng is so gentle."

"Yes." I didn't deny it.

I sat on the couch and opened the file bag containing the photos.

There are three photos in total, two of me personally, and one of the last group photo of us. Jiang Linyan came over and asked curiously, "Are you still going to cut someone's hair?"

"Yes, I forgot to tell you." I put the photos one by one into the frame, "This is a charity clipping event I participated in, which is very meaningful."

Jiang Linyan looked at me: "A'Du." She smiled and said, "You are so relaxed here."

I was taken aback: "Really?"

"Yeah." Jiang Linyan also helped me put on the photo, "But among other things, this area is really good. I feel like the air is going to be fresher."

"Ah."

The picture frame is made of paper, and the quality feels good. There is a support bar at the back. I opened the support bar, and the photo stood on the coffee table, and it looked really good.

I then remembered what Xiao Li said about them taking advantage of me.

Is it really my light?

Could it be Meng Qingyao's whim?

Jiang Linyan patted my shoulder and got up: "I'm going to take a shower, A'Du, and I'll make an appointment with Jiajia and Xixi to fight the king later."

"Go." I sat where I was.

The flowers on the balcony were well maintained by me, I took a second look, and then focused my attention on the group photo, I was next to Meng Qingyao, the others were automatically blocked by me.

Meng Qingyao's face and facial features are very delicate. She looks at the camera with a clear smile in her eyes. Even if she is wearing the simplest and plain attire, she still firmly locks my eyes, just like we are together in the afternoon It was like when the sunlight hit her face when she came back from a walk.

And she said that she wanted to draw me and her expression on tomorrow's oil painting.

I:……

Stop!

I don't want her anymore!

When I got up to go to work the next day, Jiang Linyan didn't wake up, but she had the spare key I left for her.

I arrived at the store a few minutes early to start my day.

After finishing the work at noon, it was time for a nap in the afternoon, but as agreed yesterday, Meng Qingyao and I will not take a nap this afternoon, but to draw.

Meng Qingyao moved down from upstairs all the tools needed for painting.

Oil pastels, washi tape, scrapers, drawing paper, beauty brushes...

All the tools are on the table in the corner,

And the photo I took last night was also uploaded to the iPad, and it was placed in the middle. She and I took pictures separately. Of course, we had to add her and me to the painting.

Oil pastel painting was something I was interested in learning a year ago. At that time, I signed up for the class seriously, which saved me a lot of time. As for the learning results, the teacher said that I could become a teacher, and it was not me who said It's an exaggeration, because compared with some other types of painting, the difficulty factor of oil pastels is smaller.

Besides Meng Qingyao and I, Jiajia also came to watch the excitement. She sat on one side with a curious expression on her face: "Sister Xiaochi, sister Qingyao, are you competing?"

I looked at her and shook my head: "No."

Meng Qingyao said, "It can be."

I was a little puzzled: "How does it compare?"

"Let's see who draws more people like it." Meng Qingyao pasted washi tape on the four sides of the drawing paper, "How is it?"

"What's the reward for the competition?" Jiajia asked.

Meng Qingyao looked at me, pondered for a few moments, and finally came up with an answer: "The reward is that No.2 buys candy for No.1?"

Jiajia: "Good!"

Me: "...Okay."

Meng Qingyao laughed: "Not satisfied?" She paused, "No, you are so determined to win?"

I poked my neck: "Of course."

"Okay, then why don't you talk about the rewards?"

I thought about it, then shook my head again: "Let's buy candy."

Jiajia supported her face: "Then let's start, two sisters."

Meng Qingyao bought a complete set of oil pastels, with a total of more than 100 colors, which were neatly placed in the box. I looked at the pictures on the iPad and chose the oil pastels. Meng Qingyao's progress was the same as mine, but We use colors in a different order.

Red brown, cadmium yellow, vermilion, orange...

It's been a while since I started drawing, but my painting is still very smooth. Just when I was about to take a small spatula, Meng Qingyao also wanted to take it. She reached out at the same time as I did, and finally I touched hers. The temperature of her hand was about the same as yesterday's, and it felt a little cool.

She glanced at me: "Do you want to use it?"

I changed my words: "I'll take a bigger one."

"Ah."

I let out a breath quietly, took the scraper and started stroking the drawing paper.

It took almost an hour for me to draw this picture, and Meng Qingyao was later than me.

But the rules in the middle have changed, that is, you can’t peek at each other’s words, so Jiajia also erected a piece of paper in the middle, we can’t see each other’s paintings, but we can see each other’s faces.

After waiting for a while, Meng Qingyao also put the last oil pastel back into the box: "It's done."

Jia Jia, the referee, immediately pulled the paper away.

I look at Meng Qingyao's paintings, and Meng Qingyao looks at my paintings.

But we draw differently—

Meng Qingyao drew another scene, although the oil pastel painting is not so delicate, but I can also tell that she drew me the second time when she brought me back from the snack street, and it was only the two of us, She was sitting on a small electric donkey, and I was standing on the ground.

I didn't pay much attention to it that day, but thinking about it now, there was also a beautiful sunset that day.

"You said oil pastels are suitable for painting the sunset, but I said I can also paint you and me." Meng Qingyao cleared her throat, "But there is no rule that it must be the scene from last night, right?"

Me: "...What is the meaning of the picture?"

"The reference for the color of the sunset." Meng Qingyao directly cheated, "So, do you like this painting? Chidu."