Qu Yan looked at the completed, but blanked out nearly two-thirds of the green bamboo picture, and explained, "I didn't forget to leave it blank, but I didn't expect you to leave so much."

"Well, I painted less," Ji Zhuoran said softly, not arguing with her about the details.

He slowly put away the painting he had just painted, then turned his head and asked her, "Would you like to try it?"

Do you want to try?

But in a word, they seem to have gone back to the past.

Qu Yan suddenly remembered the past that he had taken a lot of good lessons because of Ji Zhuoran.

At that time, Ji Zhuoran’s weekend schedule was filled with special classes. He learned painting in the morning, piano in the afternoon, and foreign and minor language teaching the next day. On weekdays, he also had an hour of martial arts lessons every afternoon, such as boxing, taekwondo, and Tai Chi. , You have to dabble, there are too many special courses.

After getting to know him, Xiao Yan discovered at that time that he didn't have so many things when he was born. He only gave a little bit and then learned this way.

At that time, she didn't like staying at home on weekends. After all, she was the “little third daughter” of the bottom of the family, and also a “sister” like Qu Ning who likes to be a demon. Chen Guifen also had a complete list of friends on weekends. She was too busy playing cards. There were only enemies and no family at home, so she naturally didn't want to stay in Quzhai.

That's why she spent the weekend outside all day long, and one day she was accidentally seen by Zhuo Ran's brother, and it happened that she later took a class.

After all, his courses are taught by tutors one-on-one, and one more student is really not much.

And the first time she painted Chinese painting, it was also because of Ji Zhuoran's "Try it?"

Although the painting was really a disaster, she had a chance to paint after all.

And at that time, what did you say?

"Try it, try it."

She spoke again, and time and space seemed to cross her tongue at this moment.

He was still calm and calm, got up and gave his place to her, and then stood aside.

Qu Yan was not welcome, and just sat there, and was stunned after picking up the paintbrush, "Hey, what do you say I paint?"

"Just follow the drawing of bamboo, practice hands first," he said, he grabbed her hand, adjusted the position of the pen, and whispered, "The posture is wrong. When holding the brush, you need to pay attention to your wrists..."

His voice was low, as if swiping the strings of a cello in her ears.

Qu Yan felt her ears itchy, and his breath flicked her earlobe and neck, disturbing her half of her body was almost crisp...

So she asked hardly, "Did you not eat? You speak weakly."

Want to tease her? Let's take her a question of a straight daughter first!

"..." He was silent for a moment, opened the distance between him and her, and said again, "You draw first, I'll get an apple."

Speaking of leaving slowly, the injury on his waist is still not over, but now walking slowly is not a big problem.

Looking at his back, Qu Yan laughed silently, really didn't eat?

With a smile, she felt that her stomach was a little bit painful.

So she smiled and asked, "Why don't you eat at night? Where's Aunt Wang?"

He did not answer.

I can't let him tell the truth: He doesn't like someone standing aside when painting, so he gave Aunt Wang a holiday.

Of course, she is an exception.

However, when Aunt Wang was on vacation like this, no one made dinner for him and reminded him of it. When he was fascinated by the painting, he would naturally forget it.

In short, this kind of thing must never be revealed to her!