The scene looks like everyone is eating a bowl of glutinous rice balls.
Gu Rongqi then painted different glutinous rice balls and flowers on the other sides. These glutinous rice balls all had slender arms and legs, and their postures and expressions were different, which complemented Cheng Qicai's cartoon perfectly.
The details have been greatly improved, and it definitely looks much better than before.
"Your changes are quite childlike," Cheng Qicai replied in his own words. "But why didn't you change yourself?"
Looking at Gu Rongqi's revised method, Cheng Qicai inexplicably discovered that behind his serious image, there was still some childlike innocence.
Suddenly inspired, she picked up her pen and drew some stripes on Gu Rongqi's clothes, and then drew more hair on him, making it almost look like an afro.
After she finished drawing, she chuckled, "If you draw more like this, you won't go bald in the future."
Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, like clouds and mist.
A smile crept onto Gu Rongqi's lips as he touched his hair. "My hair volume should be alright?"
Cheng Qicai looked at his neatly combed, jet-black hair. "It looks good, but I've heard that people tend to lose hair as they get older. Draw more hair now, so you don't end up with a receding hairline."
"No, no one in my family is bald. My dad, my grandpa, and my maternal grandpa all have thick hair," Gu Rongqi said, looking at her confidently.
"Oh, it's just a nice wish. Isn't being a boss a lot of pressure? High pressure can easily cause hair loss. I just hope you have less pressure," Cheng Qicai said quickly.
If you use nice words to smooth things over, they shouldn't hold it against you, right?
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Gu Rongqi out of the corner of her eye, only to meet his deep, dark eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
Just now, seeing his serious expression as he spoke had already made my heart skip a beat, and now it's even more so.
I should have known better than to say he'd grow a receding hairline; it seems even wealthy people care a lot about their appearance.
Cheng Qicai picked up the lantern, her throat dry. "Shall we go hang it up now?"
"Aren't you taking it with you?" Gu Rongqi's expression returned to normal.
"No, thank you." Cheng Qicai picked it up. "Let it stay in a lively place. After all, the Lantern Festival is a time to express good wishes."
But what she really thought was, "It's so embarrassing to keep carrying around such a childish painting. I should just hang it on a tree as soon as possible."
However, it's still nice to take a picture as a souvenir, so she took out her phone and snapped one.
The two walked around the area, with Cheng Qicai carefully selecting each branch and twig to see where it would be best to hang them.
Finally, she found a tree with not many lanterns on it and stood on tiptoe to hang the lanterns high up.
"Let me do it." Gu Rongqi took the lantern from her hand and easily hung it in a high position.
It is taller than other lanterns.
So, what was the point of her going through all that trouble to find a spot?
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