Chapter 436 He doesn't like painting

   Near noon.

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

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

   "Your painting..."

   The young man stopped Ning Youguang when he sent him to the door.

   "I hugged it myself." The painting she was holding in her hand was drawn by him.

"No, I'm asking you, are you in a hurry to give away the painting in your hand?" the young man asked with a puzzled look, "In the past, you used to wait for me to finish the exhibition before taking the painting away, but today you have to take it with you now. Go, don't give me a chance to go 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 looked stunned, "Does your boyfriend like my paintings too?"

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

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

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

   The style of painting in his brush is clear and peculiar, 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 keep them at home.

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

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

Thinking like this, he couldn't help disgusting the painting that Ning Youguang was holding in his hand, "Don't take this painting away, I'll change it again, and when I'm done, you can pick it up again. ."

   "No need." Ning Youguang chuckled, "I think your painting is pretty good."

   Yilan sighed, "I originally thought I was good at painting, but now I don't think so."

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

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

  Ning Youguang laughed, "But didn't you say that you either don't paint, and if you want to paint, paint a me with a completely different temperament?"

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

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

   His voice was full of annoyance.

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

  It was only at this moment that he felt that he wanted to paint a different kind of Ning Youguang, and deep in his consciousness, he was not completely free from the factor of dazzling skills.

   So feel ashamed.

   "Then I expect the best artwork to come out." Ning Youguang smiled and stepped back, "Goodbye, I'll take this painting first."

   "Can you not take it away?" The more Yilan thought about it, the more she felt that she could no longer look directly at Ning Youguang, including the one she was holding in her hand.

   "No." I would rather not look back when I have a bald head, "Contact me next time when you finish drawing."

   "..." The artist, who was dissatisfied with his artwork, squatted on the ground in pain. 1314

   (end of this chapter)