Xihe hooked his finger: "Come here."
The man's fingers hanging by his side moved, and the next second he stood in front of the tent.
He looked down at Xihe without saying a word.
Outside the window, branches and leaves rustled, the moon moved and the wind blew. The darkness blurred the man's expression, and only the graceful curve of his chin could be vaguely seen.
Xihe asked, "How old are you this year? What did you do before?"
Yanshu:???
Dog: ...
Just as Gouzi was about to make a sarcastic remark, a man's slightly confused voice rang out from the room: "I, don't know."
His mind was blank. He couldn't remember his age or past.
Xihe nodded and said, "Go turn on the light."
The next moment, the orange light came on, and the man's face looked even more terrifying under the bright light. Xihe... She sighed in her heart, feeling a little worried.
You're already an adult, don't you have any self-awareness about your appearance?
She raised her hands to cover her eyes: "Clean your face."
Yan Shu was stunned by his evasive gaze. He looked at the mirror. The smooth mirror surface reflected a face blurred by the snow. Yan Shu panicked and hurriedly tried to cover his face.
He wiped more and more anxiously, and suddenly he stomped his feet and disappeared.
Xihe was shocked.
The yawning hand paused in mid-air, and he quickly lifted the curtain and leaned out half of his body: "Yanshu? Yanshu?"
Where are the people?
The room was empty, apparently someone had slipped away again.
The dog laughed happily: "Hahaha, you are stupid. You scared me away."
Xihe was stunned for a moment, but then she fell on the bed laughing, tears oozing from the corners of her eyes: "Isn't this guy so cute?" Could it be that he had never paid attention to his appearance?
Xihe was so happy just thinking about this possibility.
Have a good night's sleep.
The next day, after dinner, the group decided to go sketching with their drawing boards.
The mountains were shrouded in mist, and large patches of rhododendrons were dimly visible in the mist. In the distance, the trees were lush and green, and the sea of clouds on the horizon was tinged with red. Everyone found a suitable location and began to paint.
The air grew quiet, with only the rustling of paintbrushes as the sound arose.
Xihe held the brush and was thinking about what to draw. The original owner was good at watercolor, and it was okay to draw this artistic conception, but she always felt that something was missing.
Suddenly, her gaze paused.
In the distance, among a large field of blooming rhododendrons, stood a man in white clothes with his hands behind his back. The mountain breeze lifted a corner of his robe. His short black hair was parted in the middle, and his facial features were handsome and elegant.
The look in his eyes couldn't be seen clearly through the mist, but Xihe knew he was looking at her.
He couldn't help but smile, lowered his head, picked up the pen and started painting.
After a few hours, everyone stopped writing one after another.
"Ayun, hurry up, let me see what you drew?"
Zhang Ying couldn't wait to run to Li Yun.
Throughout the college, teachers are famous for their love for Li Yun, simply because her paintings are so spiritual, and she is famous for her delicate brushstrokes and graceful style.
Sure enough, as soon as they saw the scenery in the painting, everyone immediately praised it.
In the wild and beautiful mountains, a girl in pink is dancing gracefully.
With a graceful figure and lively expression, the rhododendrons and the dark green distant mountains serve as a backdrop.
Zhang Ying held the painting tightly and cried out, "Oh my God, oh my God, little fairy, I love you so much, please give me this painting, okay?"
Li Yun blushed shyly. Before she could say anything, Yang Xi said, "Such a good painting is good enough to be entered into a competition. How can you make such an unreasonable request?"
Zhang Ying immediately became embarrassed and put down the painting: "I was just kidding."
Then he went to look at other people's paintings. Wang Jun's paintings were majestic and the mountains and rivers were clearly visible. Li Ning didn't plan to work in this industry in the future so his paintings could only be considered average. However, Yang Xi's paintings were rich in ink and colors and were very extraordinary.
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