Ye Mengfu did the auxiliary work attentively.

Watching Lin Yu's charcoal pencil moving and naturally outlining the curves, I admired it more and more.

Sketching with a pen, painting with a side-stroke, and blurring with watercolors...

Every step and every detail was like a stroke of paint falling on her heart.

Even the slightly classical painting style is exactly the same as her habit.

Could such a coincidence happen?

In this world, there are people whose painting concepts and creative ideas and styles are completely in tune with mine!

and.

This person just happens to live under the same roof?

"?I can't find a good reason~~?To block all this intimacy~~?"

"?This feeling is so strange~~?I'm sorry I can't explain~~?"

"?I believe in this definition of love~~?Maybe a miracle will happen~~?"

"?The wind is gentle and clear~~?Maybe there will be good news~~?"

“…”

I don't know what happened.

The smell of watercolor paint in the air seemed a little sweeter.

Ear.

It seemed as if the melody she loved most in her youth was ringing.

I was ignorant at that time, I just thought the song was nice and the drama was good.

today……

She seemed to suddenly understand what the melody and lyrics were expressing.

Lin Yu turned his head and looked over.

Ye Mengfu's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Yu said gently:

"Little Fufu..."

"You're not answering the phone?"

Ye Mengfu: "Ah!? Electric..."

Ah... there is no such thing as automatically playing BGM!

It’s my own phone ringing tone!

After looking at the unfamiliar number, Ye Mengfu quickly hung up.

“Yes, I’m sorry…”

"Fight, sorry to bother you..."

As a painter.

Ye Mengfu could empathize very well.

When I am immersed in painting and enter the flow state, I don’t like to be disturbed.

Lin Yu was fine.

Instead, he grasped the key point of the ringtone and said with a smile:

"Itazura na Kiss?"

Ye Mengfu pursed her lips and nodded embarrassedly.

That's right.

When this drama became popular on TV, Xiao Fu Fu was probably about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Not to mention that the little girl likes to watch it, Lin Yu has also seen it.

Lin Yu thought about it and said:

“I haven’t heard this song in a long time. It brings back so many memories.”

"Xiao Fu, can you let it go again?"

Ye Mengfu obediently turned on her cell phone.

Think about it.

It is still connected to the small speaker next to the easel.

actually.

She also listens to some music while painting.

"Mischief", the theme song of the TV series "Itazura na Kiss", was played again.

In the room.

Another layer of "warm and sweet song" BUFF is added.

Lin Yu continued to devote himself to painting...

A few minutes later.

"Just a little bit left, on the little rabbit's head..."

Ye Mengfu watched with great concentration.

The lifelike little rabbit on the wet painting is particularly vivid.

She felt that even if she drew it herself, it would definitely not be as good as Lin Yu's.

(Lin Yu: Psychological effect)

In the final stage, Lin Yu embellished the little white rabbit's head with... a hairpin?

Ye Mengfu was puzzled and asked, "Hairpin...yes?"

After Lin Yu put down his paintbrush.

He took out a few hairpins from his pocket.

One of them is exactly the same as the embellishment in the painting:

"On my way home, I passed by the 'Sanfu' store and saw these hairpins at the door."

“It feels like it would be suitable for you.”

"so……"

"Can I bring it for you?"

Lin Yu spoke haltingly.

this time.

I deliberately didn't use a commanding tone, but rather a sincere inquiry.

Ye Mengfu looked at the hairpin in the painting.

Look at the identical one in Lin Yu's hand.

For a while.

She actually completely forgot why she bought the little white rabbit.

Maybe it was the lighting in the room that was just right.

Or maybe the warm melody is beautiful.

Ye Mengfu put her hands in her pockets and happened to touch the wheel of fortune.

Freedom and romance.

Peaceful, Chang'an.

Lin Yu's definition of beauty, mixed with the singing, emerged in Ye Mengfu's mind.

It's a strange coincidence.

Ye Mengfu actually moved her little head forward.

Is it a dream?

She thought.

It must be a dream.

She has experienced this dream twice.

It feels familiar and a little bit tempting.

Lin Yu's gentle movement of putting on the hairpin was very similar to the experience of being touched in the dream.

After bringing the hairpin.

Lin Yu held Xiao Fu Fu's shoulders and brought her to the mirror hanging on the wall:

"Don't look down on my vision, I'm not a girl after all."

"From my straight male aesthetic, I think this is very beautiful."

Whether the hairpin is beautiful or not is not important!

What’s important is the thought and the atmosphere!

After learning the content of the test task, Lin Yu was not a fool to completely rely on a painting skill.

If only he were that invincible.

Would it be possible to impress little Fu Fu by drawing an old man Ding?

Skills are important, but not important.

This time, the soul cultivation test is... whether he can use the skills he has obtained perfectly at the right time.

The subject of my painting today is a rabbit, and it was a completely spur-of-the-moment idea.

But no matter whether it is a rabbit, a cat, a dog, or a horse...they all have to wear a hairpin on their heads!!

As for the effect...

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