Zhiyun looked at the smile on his face and knew that he must be performing some kind of ritual, and she herself did not reject this ritual.
The crown was worn on her head, and her long, coral-like hair cascaded down her back.
She looks beautiful, cool and independent.
My Queen, I am your subject.
Louis was very satisfied. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead: "Just like this, my queen, I will draw a picture for you."
He went to the drawing board, picked up the brush, and began to draw the outline on the paper before even holding the paint tray...
The painting is expected to take up to six hours.
Zhiyun was supposed to sit for six hours, but she couldn't resist her sleepiness. After yawning four times in a row, Zhiyun supported her forehead with her hand, slowly lowered her eyes, and fell asleep.
She slept past noon.
Then I woke up hungry.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself still sitting on the sofa, with Louis XVI red roses around me emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance.
On the other side, Louis was still concentrating on painting for her.
Zhiyun didn't know what his purpose was in painting, and she never asked. When she was hungry, she just said, "I want to eat. I'm very hungry. I need to eat something to fill my stomach."
Hearing this, Lewis paused his painting hand, then put down the paint tray and went to get her food himself.
While he was away, Zhiyun stood up and walked towards the drawing board.
She saw the painting, no...it should be two paintings.
One showed her sitting, the other sleeping with her forehead propped up. Both paintings had complete outlines, but were not finished. However, the clusters of Louis XVI roses were all painted out, competing for beauty.
The person in the painting was just a little bit lacking in facial charm, and Zhiyun could feel it herself.
She couldn't help but pick up the paintbrush and smudged the paint...
After a few minutes, Louis's voice came from behind, "Is my painting skill okay?"
Zhiyun turned around and saw him coming with two bowls of noodles.
It's chive noodles...
"The boss lady said you like to eat this. I was afraid you would be hungry, so I cooked noodles for you. I haven't eaten either, so let's eat together." Louis put the noodles on the stone table with a stone bench next to it.
When he came back, he saw Zhiyun holding a paintbrush in her hand. He was slightly startled, and then saw her moving the brush on the drawing paper. Louis took the brush from her hand and said, "Don't touch this."
Zhiyun made way.
Lewis looked at the painting where Zhiyun had added a few strokes, his face darkened a little, "This is my own painting, I painted it myself, don't touch it."
"I just..."
She wanted to explain and then apologize.
Lewis turned his head and looked at her, “Ali, promise me, let me draw, you don’t draw, okay?”
That word "Ali" seemed to be filled with endless pain, which could not be expressed in words.
For some reason, Zhiyun's mood became complicated. Didn't he want her to accompany him? Did he want to keep her painting as a souvenir? Or something else?
Zhiyun didn't understand and just looked at him quietly.
"Ali."
"Um."
"I'm very good at drawing. I believe I can draw you in your most beautiful form."
"Then you draw it."
"Please don't touch my painting, please."
"No, I won't move again."
Zhiyun walked over and sat down to eat noodles.
She ate her noodles quietly, without any other sounds disturbing her.
After a while, he came over and sat down beside her, eating noodles with her. The leek noodles tasted really good. Zhiyun was not fond of this kind of food, but the sight and smell of it made her crave it.
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