Just then, the wind suddenly blew.
The last few dead leaves on the persimmon tree were eventually blown down by the merciless north wind.
Shu Miao stood up and prepared to close the window, but when he looked up, he was surprised to find Zhou Yang painting in the yard.
at a glance.
Blue sky and white clouds, a farmyard, persimmons hanging from the treetops, and a painter...
The scene is harmonious and beautiful, like a painting.
At this moment, she suddenly understood what Zhou Yang said.
“Beautiful moments need to be recorded.”
Zhou Yang seemed to sense something and turned to look at her leaning against the window.
Their eyes met.
He looked at her, and an endless smile seemed to spread in his eyes, exuding a strong emotion that Shu Miao could hardly empathize with.
She unconsciously pursed her lips, and suddenly wanted to know whether the scenery in his eyes was exactly the same as what he expressed in his words and actions.
As she thought about it, she followed her heart and waved to him.
Zhou Yang thought he was being disliked again. The joy in his eyes gradually faded away, and he tightened his hand holding the pen helplessly.
His throat was dry, but he still forced a smile, "Ten minutes, no, five minutes! Give me the last five minutes..." and left.
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes in panic, not daring to look at her again, but the pen in her hand was reluctant to put it down on the painting.
Shu Miao was stunned for a moment by his reaction.
The next moment, the smile on her lips melted away like ice and snow meeting spring, and she laughed muffledly.
"Hahaha……"
The girl's clear and sweet laughter reveals the joy and open-mindedness that comes from her heart.
Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and he looked up blankly.
The girl had curved eyebrows and eyes as bright and moving as stars and the moon, and her bright and beautiful smile made people unable to take their eyes off her.
Bang, bang, bang...
He could clearly feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster, rising and falling with the girl's every frown and smile.
It was clearly an extremely dangerous loss of control, but he was happy with it.
Shu Miao felt a little uncomfortable with his astonished and obsessed gaze, so she stopped teasing him.
She placed her hands on either side of the window sill, a smile on her lips, "What are you drawing? Let me see."
Zhou Yang was in a trance and subconsciously did what she said.
When he came to his senses, the easel was already standing in front of the girl.
What surprised Shu Miao was that the girl in the painting occupied a very small space.
But there was a delicate and lively expression on her face, and a soft and calm aura around her.
Even if she just smiles slightly, she is already the most dazzling person in the whole picture.
Of course, this was because she had been mentally prepared in advance that she could guess the intention of the painting so accurately.
If an unprepared person sees it, the first thing he or she will definitely be attracted by is the small courtyard that occupies most of the space, the heavy red persimmons on the branches, or the clever and lively dog.
This clever idea of half-concealed and implicit expression made her eyes light up, and she suddenly felt that she really didn't understand him.
She raised her eyes and looked at him carefully.
He has a tall and straight figure, with regular and heroic features, which is in line with the Chinese people's aesthetic of traditional men.
Even the bold personality between his eyebrows gradually faded with age, instead adding a bit of mature man's temperament.
At first glance, isn't it the epitome of upright masculinity?
It was at this moment that Shu Miao was shocked to find that her impression of this man was still that of a little boy who was arrogant and looked down on everyone.
Her eyes flickered, and she finally looked away guiltily.
Looking at the sky reddened by the setting sun, I suddenly said something:
"It's sunset again."
"I think I'm hungry..."
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