Chapter 1324 Angel Boy, Lovable (37)

"Hurry up and paint, I'm going to paint too."

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Su Qiao couldn't help but urged again.

"it is good."

Under the sun, Jiang Yihan raised a bright smile at the corner of his mouth.

The breeze blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing his star-like black eyes.

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't get lost in his smile like melting ice and snow.

This guy……

It's better that this guy doesn't laugh.

Su Qiao looked at him, at the top of the mountain in the morning, at the looming mountains in the distance, and the inspiration suddenly came

He quickly walked to his easel and began to concentrate on painting.

The morning sun in the spring caresses the body warmly, the air has the unique fragrance of green grass, and the birds in the forest chirped as if they were laughing happily.

On the verdant lawn on the top of the mountain, the two figures are concentratingly drawing their own worlds.

This scene is quiet, peaceful, and warm, as beautiful as a painting.

Until the sun rose in the middle, the two people stopped the brushes in their hands one after the other.

Su Qiao finished drawing one step earlier, quietly walked behind the boy with a focused expression, and waited until he put down his pen before saying, "This is me?"

"No, it's not."

Jiang Yihan reflexively blocked with his hands, his expression a little unnatural.

"Isn't it?"

Su Qiao looked at the thin back and the familiar ponytail. No matter how she looked at it, she felt a bit like herself.

The boy's appearance of trying to cover up has actually revealed the truth.

Su Qiao turned around and shrugged, looking sad:

"Thanks to me being so good to you, I'm so sad that you draw other girls."

"I...I...you..."

Jiang Yihan didn't expect to make her sad. He wanted to say that this was her, but he couldn't tell, and his face turned red.

Su Qiao suddenly turned around with a big laugh and gave him a fist:

"Hahaha, just kidding you, who told you to lie and not admit that the back is mine?"

It was clearly the one she was painting just now, and the background was the scene above the top of the mountain, surrounded by mountains.

"Come, look at mine, I put you in my painting too."

Su Qiao dragged him to her easel, pointed at the tall and thin boy in white sportswear and said, "How is it? Did I draw you handsome?"

"How...how do you have wings?"

Jiang Yihan saw the person in the painting at a glance, and there was a pair of large white feather wings on his back.

Behind is the scene of the rising sun, and it looks as if he is following the sun, rising from the east.

"Because you are an angel in my heart."

The first time Su Qiao saw him in the grove, he felt like an angel who had landed in the world by chance.

'Do not! ’

'I am not an angel. ’

'The real angel is you. ’

‘You are my angel, the angel in my life, my salvation. ’

Jiang Yihan's cheeks were red, and he silently refuted her words in his heart.

"You...you draw very well."

Su Qiao's paintings, both in terms of painting techniques and skills, gave him a very amazing feeling.

"better than me."

Jiang Yihan has not studied painting systematically, but he has seen some paintings left by his father, and he has also seen many famous paintings on TV, so he can still distinguish between good and bad.

Su Qiao is still a little confident about her paintings, but not modest.

Pointing at his painting with a smile, he said, "You are also very good at painting, with strong emotional rendering and tension."

Dark, with elements of destruction.

only……

With a good spring landscape painting, he can even draw a dark style.

She was also a little drunk.