Since seeing that sentence, Yin Rui has been restless all day, portrait, what portrait? As the evening approached, he wrote a letter early and lay in bed waiting, almost eager to know the answer.

【Fan, what kind of portrait? Fan, tell me if it's okay. Fan, I was wrong that day, I won't be like that in the future, Fan,...] Between the lines, Yin Rui's eagerness is all about it, Bai Fan didn't expect Yin Rui's reaction to be so big, he turned his head and found all the official documents on the table. I dealt with it cleanly and didn't keep a single one, and suddenly I felt that I was being careful. [The picture will be given to you as soon as possible. 】After replying to this letter, Bai Fan began to practice more hard, not only drawing during the day, but also practicing his hands on rice paper with charcoal at night. But before going to bed, he will definitely burn all the practice drawings clean, if he leaves a defective one and makes Yin Rui mistake him for what he looks like, it would be a big sin.

With this effort, Bai Fan's painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and the characters under him became more and more similar to him. In the end, even Bai Fan himself couldn't find any difference in the portrait. like myself. But Bai Fan's practice didn't end, because he copied this painting against the photo, and when he got there, there was no photo for him to paint against. He had to memorize this painting and finish it. Remember it completely, you can draw it exactly without looking at any contrast. So, Bai Fan started his career of looking in the mirror all day, and he wanted to remember what he looked like.

The result of looking in the mirror for an hour and drawing for an hour every day is that Bai Fan finally achieved the highest state of narcissism, and in his sleep he could dream of a scene where he was smiling.

At the same time, his purpose of not drawing his own portrait against the photo was finally achieved.

Bai Fan stood in front of the easel with satisfaction and sighed, what a masterpiece. But suddenly, Bai Fan wondered if this painting needed to be changed. The people in Yin Rui’s place had long hair. Isn’t it too weird for him to put a portrait with short hair? To have a perfect first impression, Bai Fan didn't want to leave any regrets between himself and Yin Rui.

Bai Fan looked at the portrait, raised his hand and changed his hair, and finally changed it to a common hairstyle in Yin Rui's place, of course, long hair fluttering.

Looking at this picture, Bai Fan immediately felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment, and after having a sense of accomplishment, he naturally wanted to bring someone to share with him, and enjoy each other by the way Admired sight.

As the only living person in the house, Gong Yijun, was just caught.

“Look, how is my drawing?”

suitable for antiques.

Bai Fan raised his hand to look at his watch. It was only five o'clock. Although it was still early, he couldn't wait to bring this finished product to Yin Rui for acceptance, so Bai Fan waved at Gong Yijun, I plan to go back to my room and lie down.

Gong Yijun watched Bai Fan leave the temporarily opened studio. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't move his feet when he saw the painting, and he took out his mobile phone. After taking a picture, Gong Yijun was also stunned by his behavior. He patted his head, cursed inwardly, turned around and walked out of the studio, but he didn't delete the picture he just took on his phone. Zhang picture.

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This night was a night of struggle for Bai Fan. When he opened his eyes from Yin Rui's body, he immediately got up and painted. It took him two hours to complete the painting. A satisfactory piece of work, he didn't even drink saliva in the middle, but he was full of energy and did not feel tired at all.

After writing the letter, Bai Fan folded the picture and put it in the dark compartment with the letter. He knew that he should sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he had to toss and turn on the bed under the quilt. It wasn't until the sky was about to dawn that he lost consciousness under that unknown force.

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Yin Rui woke up with his eyes open and looked at the beam, feeling a little lost, the quilt was still warm, this was the temperature left by Fan, Yin Rui pulled the quilt towards him again Pull, lay down for a while with nostalgia, then raised his hand to open the secret compartment as usual, but unexpectedly saw that there was one more thing in the secret compartment besides the letter.

Yin Rui's pupils shrank abruptly, as if he realized something, his heartbeat began to thump faster. He stretched out his hand stiffly, took out the folded paper inside, unfolded it little by little with anticipation, and in front of him was a man who could easily attract people's attention. Through the paper, he looked at him with a smile. There is also a line of words in the lower left corner of the painting [Rui, guess who this is? This is what I look like, you have to remember. 】This is... his vanity.

It turns out that his mortal looks like this.

Yin Rui's hand trembled a little unknowingly, he cherished the picture, but found a black mark on the place touched by his finger, and hurriedly retracted his hand . The person in the portrait still looked at him with a constant smile, those star-like eyes were full of tenderness, and seemed to be able to accommodate everything he did. Yin Rui didn't know why, but his cheeks suddenly became hot.

After dodging awkwardly for a while, Yin Rui finally raised his head and met the portrait's gaze again. All day, Yin Rui did almost nothing, and all his time was spent On this portrait, which is ten years late, this painting is his fan. The face that had been blank for ten years in my heart was finally filled today.

Yin Rui was very happy to trace the outlines of the characters on the portrait with his fingers, but he only dared to touch the blank areas on the picture, and did not dare to touch the lines on it, for fear of damaging the picture portrait. But even so, while looking at Fan's portrait and reading Bai Fan's letter to himself, he was extremely happy, and the feeling that Fan was by his side was stronger than ever.

Before nightfall, the collection of this portrait became a problem again. Yin Rui did not want to be seen by others, and was afraid that the portrait would be accidentally damaged. In the end, he hid the painting there In a dark room, it replaced the one originally hung on the wall. Yin Rui looked at the lifelike portrait hanging on the wall, with a satisfied smile on his face, his Fan finally smiled at him.

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