Why did you want to draw it, Young Master?
Song Xi was slightly puzzled, so she asked Ao Qian directly.
As expected, Ao Qian remained silent.
How could he tell Song Xiwei directly that he was afraid he would never see her again? Driven by greed, he lost control of his thoughts and made a request to Song Xiwei.
“Well, it’s not absolutely necessary to draw it. If you find it troublesome, you can give up.” Aoqian tried his best not to look so disappointed.
But his dim eyes still betrayed his low mood at the moment.
Song Xiwei curved her beautiful lips into a smile. "I don't find it troublesome at all. If you want to draw it, then draw it. It's also the first time someone has drawn a portrait of me in women's clothing."
Aoqian never expected that things would take such a turn for the better when he was ready to give up.
As Song Xiwei sat quietly while he painted her portrait, Aoqian was filled with excitement.
Fortunately, my hands weren't too weak and trembled for a while before I regained my balance.
Song Xiwei didn't dare to move, because Aoqian was very engrossed in his painting.
She thought to herself that she often looked in the mirror and that she looked good in both men's and women's clothing.
If Aoqian's portrait is done at a normal level, she won't be painted ugly.
However, Aoqian's painting took a little longer to complete.
Song Xiwei was so sleepy that she didn't even know how many times she had yawned.
Aoqian is not well yet.
After sitting for another incense stick's time, Aoqian finally let out a long sigh and put down his brush.
Song Xiwei stretched her limbs, got up and walked over.
Just as he was about to peek out, Aoqian reached out to block him.
Song Xiwei: "What's wrong? Why aren't we allowed to see it yet?"
Ao Qian hesitated awkwardly, "..."
"Is Young Master worried that if the painting is too good, I will steal it?" That was exactly what Song Xiwei was thinking.
Since it was originally a self-portrait, if the portrait were truly lifelike, she would definitely want to take it away.
Ao Qian sighed softly, "...Don't be angry."
"Why would I be angry?" Song Xiwei asked, puzzled.
Ao Qian moved his hand away, and Song Xiwei could see the painting clearly...
"???" What the heck?
What is this drawing?
Dead fish eyes?
A gaping, blood-red mouth?
Strange face shape...
Apart from the hairpin that clearly identifies it as a hairpin, everything else is wrong.
"Young Master, what grudge do you hold against me, hmm?" Song Xiwei rubbed her forehead, trying her best to resist the urge to tear the painting to shreds.
She never imagined that she would look so awful under Aoqian's paintbrush.
"I was too nervous. I'll draw better next time..." Aoqian explained softly.
Song Xiwei interrupted him: "There will be a next time? I will not let Shaojun draw for me again. Shaojun, if you don't like someone in the future, just draw them. Really, or, I'll give you money, Shaojun, you can draw one for yourself!"
Song Xiwei couldn't explain it, and felt like she was laughing in anger.
The painting is not exactly the same; it's just that they bear no resemblance whatsoever.
"Are you angry?" Aoqian looked at her cautiously, not daring to even breathe.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Aoqian had also worked as a painter before.
No matter what kind of mountains and rivers or beautiful scenery they are, they will all look pretty much the same when painted.
But just now, when he put pen to paper to paint Song Xiwei, he didn't know what happened to him...
He imagined Song Xiwei's stunning beauty, but the drawing turned out nothing like what he wanted...
In the end, he himself wished he could break the brush in two.
I now realize how foolish I was to ask her to paint my portrait.
He simply doesn't have the skill to paint her into a painting.
He was even more reluctant to let other artists see her like this and have her painted by others.
With such awkward thoughts, he was indeed disliked. Not only did Song Xiwei dislike him, but he himself disliked himself.
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