Fu Feng was sitting in the hall tuning his zither. When he saw her coming, he pointed to the side and said, "Sit down."
Fuxue sat down, took out her zither, played a few songs, then got lazy and said, "I don't want to play anymore."
Fu Feng heard this and said, "You are being lazy again, how about you just listen to me play?"
She leaned aside and looked at him, "Then play it. I will paint for you. Today I will only paint you."
Hearing this made his heart beat faster, Fu Feng smiled and replied: "Okay."
Fuxue leaned forward and stared at him, "Why do you like to laugh so much these days?"
"I found some interesting things, and my mood became better."
Fu Feng's gaze swept across her face, lingering on her soft, rosy lips for a moment, his eyes slightly warm, and then he lowered his eyelashes.
It seems that I have overestimated myself. With her by my side, how could I be satisfied with just simple companionship?
If your heart is towards her, you will want to get closer to her.
He held his breath and raised his hand to press her shoulder, "Why are you so close to me?"
She was really teasing him without even realizing it.
When he pressed her down, the color of his eyes changed so quickly that Fuxue could hardly tell what the fleeting emotion in his eyes was. She wanted to ask but didn't know where to start.
Seeing her thinking, Fu Feng felt a little nervous. Afraid that she would notice, he gently tapped her forehead and said softly, "Didn't you say you were going to paint? What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Fuxue came back to her senses, took out a pen and paper, looked away, looked at him for a while, and then began to write.
The melodious sound of the piano accompanied her as she painted.
After the painting was finished, Fuxue looked at it for a long time and was not very satisfied with the eyes, thinking that they were not very vivid, so she flew in front of him and said bluntly: "Fufeng, I want to see your eyes. Eyes are the most important part of your expression and are the most difficult to draw."
"Then see." He nodded.
Fuxue took the painting, placed it beside his head, and carefully compared it to his eyes, adding or subtracting a few strokes from time to time.
She was right in front of him, his eyes meeting hers from time to time, and Fu Feng blinked lightly.
She was totally unaware, leaving him in a state of panic.
It was a bit tiring to keep the same posture for a long time, so he tilted his head. Fuxue put the pen to the side of his face and pressed it straight, "Don't move, finish it quickly."
Fu Feng glanced at her, lowered his eyes and blinked.
His eyes were helpless but also a little doting. She was stunned for a moment, and when she regained consciousness, she took a step back, her heart beating wildly for no reason.
Fu Feng looked up helplessly and took the opportunity to stare at her face. She had already put aside all distractions and continued to paint.
Feeling satisfied, Fuxue turned her head and was about to speak when she met his gentle eyes.
The distance was very close, and she suddenly felt something was ambiguous. She blinked, tilted her head, and the words disappeared in her throat for a moment.
His eyes in the drawing cannot match the real ones, and such a gentle look cannot be drawn.
His eyes are very beautiful.
In just a moment, she stepped back and said, "Okay."
Fu Feng leaned back and sighed, "Being your scenery is a bit tiring."
Fuxue held up the painting and spread it out in front of him, "Take a look."
"Excellent."
She smiled: "You said it was great, are you afraid that I will look at you and make changes again?"
Fu Feng nodded, took a sip of the tea that was warmed by divine power, and said, "Yes, I am very tired."
I've looked into her eyes so many times that I'm afraid I can't hide it anymore.
Fuxue looked at his profile, her fingertips holding the drawing paper slightly tightened, her eyelashes drooped, she suppressed those inexplicable emotions, and stuffed the painting into his arms, "Since I have troubled you, I will give you the painting. After all, it is about you. If you dare to despise it, I will ignore you for a day tomorrow."
"That's really overbearing." He smiled and replied, "Then I'll accept it."
"I'm tired from painting, so I'll go back first."
"Okay." He watched her leave, then looked down at himself in the painting, with the corners of his lips raised.
She drew him.
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