Chapter 436 He Doesn't Like Painting

Near noon.

When Ning Youguang came out of an old building with red walls and blue tiles, he was holding a painting in his hand.

Behind her was a young man with pigtails on his head, tall and thin, with a slightly narrow and thin face, a blue beard, and wearing black cloth shoes.

"Your painting..."

The young man stopped after sending Ning Youguang to the door.

"I'll carry it by myself." The painting she held in her hand was drawn by him.

"No, let me ask you, are you in a hurry to give away the painting in your hand?" The young man asked suspiciously, "In the past, you waited for my exhibition to finish before you took it away, but today you want to take it away now." Go, don't even give me a chance to take it to the exhibition."

"It's not a gift." Ning Youguang shook his head, "It's just that there is a place in my boyfriend's house that lacks a suitable painting."

The young man was stunned, "Does your boyfriend also like my paintings?"

"He doesn't like painting." Ning Youguang continued shaking his head.

"Then you..." The young man looked incomprehensible.

His name is Yilan, and he is a cutting-edge artist.

The style of painting under the brush is strange, not to mention weird and evil, at least it has nothing to do with the style of painting that normal people can appreciate.

Those who are not art lovers are generally not able to appreciate his paintings, let alone put his paintings at home.

"He likes the way I look at the paintings." Chunguang melted into Ning Youguang's clear eyes, and Yilan saw a small smile spreading from her pupils.

In an instant, he felt that he had been painting her for so long, but it seemed that he hadn't drawn one-tenth of her charm and agility.

Thinking in this way, he couldn't help but dislike the painting that Ning Youguang was holding in his hand, "Don't take this painting away, I have to change it again, and you can come and get it after I finish it." .”

"No need." Ning Youguang smiled lightly, "I think your drawing is pretty good."

Yilan sighed, "I used to think that I painted well, but now I don't think so."

"What's wrong?" Ning Youguang asked suspiciously.

"Because I found that the bright painting style is more suitable for your own temperament." Yilan blurted out.

Ning Youguang chuckled, "But didn't you say that you either don't draw, or if you want to draw, you can draw me with a temperament completely different from mine?"

This is also the origin of the painting in her hand.

"I was wrong." Yilan raised his head and covered his face, "I originally thought I had the ability to draw you with different characteristics, the unique you, but when I saw the spring light melt into your eyes just now, I I found that warmth and brightness are your basic colors, and you don’t need to pay attention to any special features when painting you, as long as I have the ability to restore your true colors, what I paint is the best work of art.”

Annoyance filled his voice.

For their own arrogance, but also for their own self-righteousness.

Only at this moment did he feel that he wanted to draw a different Ning Youguang, and deep in his consciousness he hadn't completely broken away from the factor of showing off skills.

So feel ashamed.

"Then I look forward to the best artwork." Ning Youguang smiled and stepped back, "Bye, I'll take this painting first."

"Can you not take it away?" The more Yilan thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't look directly at the Ning Youguang he painted before, including the one she was holding in her hand.

"I can't." Ning You bald and didn't turn back, "Call me next time when you finish drawing."

"..." The artist, who was dissatisfied with his artwork, was left standing there, crouching on the ground with his head in pain. 1314