Saying that his facial features were "ordinary" was actually an understatement by Su Qingluan.
If we really speak objectively, without any added temperament, Mu Xingzhi's appearance apart from his eyes is that of an ordinary passerby - not ugly, but like cabbage thrown into a cabbage pile, with no memorable features.
Thin eyebrows, a nose and lips that are not prominent but not ugly either...
Su Qingluan always felt that compared to Mu Xingzhi's face and neck, his facial features were too... ordinary? Ordinary?
In short, if you look below the head and neck, Su Qingluan feels that this person has a slender and elegant figure, from the corners of the shoulders to the lines of the fingers, there is a rare kind of thin beauty.
He has a well-proportioned body and an outstanding demeanor. Even if Su Qingluan doesn't have any special feelings for him, she will stare at him intently.
But when your eyes turn to Mu Xingzhi's face, you will feel like you are seeing the broken arm of Venus: you can sigh with some regret, as expected, there is no truly perfect person in time.
But those eyes were different. From the first time they met, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's eyes were particularly deep.
When she looked carefully in the sunlight just now, Su Qingluan discovered that even under the sunlight, Mu Xingzhi's pupils were black.
Su Qingluan had noticed the color of pupils before. Although everyone said that Asians had "black eyes, black hair and yellow skin", in fact, there were not that many people with real "black eyes and black hair". Most people's pupils were brown or brown, or even lighter amber.
When such eyes look at others, they give people a more gentle and natural feeling. Even under the sunlight, Mu Xingzhi's pupils are still dark, which makes his eyes look very deep, like two bottomless pools of water, as if they want to sweep away anyone who comes to explore.
"The color of your eyes is very special," Su Qingluan pointed at the eyes in the portrait. "This is the first time I've seen someone with pure black pupils." She turned the drawing board to show Mu Xingzhi.
At this time, Song Bo saw that everyone had left one after another, so he came in with tea and saw the portrait that Su Qingluan had painted for Mu Xingzhi.
Although Song Bo had seen Su Qingluan's paintings of himself before, at that time, in order to release the competition results as soon as possible, Su Qingluan used some sketching techniques and did not handle the details so carefully.
But this time it was different. Although Su Qingluan did not intend to treat this simple portrait as a "thank you gift", she did regard it as "a small gift for a friend", and the level of care she put into it was not comparable to the previous time.
In a portrait of a person, the painter's intentions and his or her own painting skills can be reflected in many aspects, but the most difficult thing to present is the expression.
This is also one of the most important reasons why portraits are much more difficult than still lifes - still lifes also have complex lines and structures, and even some dark patterns on materials, and the changes in light and dark under light are difficult to express.
But this is not as good as the presentation of the character's expression, which is also one of the biggest differences between "character" and "still life".
But when Song Bo looked at Su Qingluan's painting, he couldn't help but gasp: "This... this painting is really..." He swallowed, not knowing how to describe it, "I always feel that if I blink, the boss will walk out of the painting."
Song Bo sighed, and suddenly looked at Su Qingluan with some worry: "Madam Su, your painting...will not absorb people's essence and turn into a demon, right..." As he said this, as if frightened by his own guess, Song Bo actually looked at the painting very vigilantly.
Su Qingluan: ...? No, why did the topic suddenly turn to the supernatural? Also, how can this be associated with something as outrageous as "absorbing spirit essence"? She just painted a portrait, not summoning spirits!
While Su Qingluan was madly complaining in her head, Mu Xingzhi laughed and said, "Song Bo actually believes in these ghost stories too?"
Su Qingluan was still very surprised to hear Mu Xingzhi's words, because in her impression, the ancients did not understand the principles and formation processes of many natural phenomena - some of which even modern science finds difficult to explain clearly - so they easily attributed these things they did not understand to "gods" or "ghosts".
But in this age of superstition, how could there still be an atheist? Su Qingluan stared at Mu Xingzhi for a long time as if she had discovered a new world. Then, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable, after Song Bo left, Mu Xingzhi said with a half-smile, "Why are you staring at me? Are you suddenly falling in love with me?"
Of course, Mu Xingzhi knew that Su Qingluan had always been honest with him, so he could make such a joke - because he knew that neither party would take it seriously.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, and she only subconsciously retorted: "Wow, I'm only thirteen! Is it really okay to ask this?"
Mu Xingzhi was stunned. "What's the problem?" Thirteen or fourteen years old, isn't that the age of Mu Shaoai? He looked at Su Qingluan's expression with some confusion, "You beast in human clothing!" He really didn't understand why the girl opposite him had such an expression.
Su Qingluan was stunned when she saw Mu Xingzhi, and then she realized: in this era where child marriages are everywhere and fourteen or fifteen is the "normal marriage age for most girls", there is no such thing as "a minimum of three years and a maximum death penalty"!
She is thirteen years old this year, which is just a middle school student according to modern standards, but in the era she lives in, some of them are even married!
After all, in this era, if you don’t get married by the age of 20, your whole family will be punished.
Su Qingluan patted her head. "Nothing, I just misjudged myself. But I'm not staring at you because I'm crazy. I just think you don't believe in ghosts and gods, which is quite rare."
Mu Xingzhi didn't know what "fahuachi" meant, but considering the context, he could probably guess what it meant. He thought the word was quite appropriate. But speaking of not believing in ghosts and gods...
"It's not that rare," Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan meaningfully, "At least there is one in front of me, right?"
Mu Xingzhi discovered long ago that the ideas of this young girl, Su Qingluan, seemed to be different from those of anyone else in some sense - not only did she not believe in ghosts and gods, but she even despised the imperial power in her words.
Of course, this kind of "contempt" is different from those of hermit madmen. It is caused by their arrogant and unrestrained character, and it is not the stubborn and pretentious posturing of some people.
If she had to say it... Mu Xingzhi frowned - as if she had once lived in a world without imperial power.
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