Chapter 895

Her voice and appearance, even a smile, had been engraved in his mind, and could be imagined at any time.

It's Luo Zheng, listening to the big eyes, a little incredible: "brother Cheng, are you so powerful? You can draw what you want... "

Every man, in front of the woman he loves, always has a little vanity. He wants to let the woman see his best side.

Therefore, the girl said that Bo Hancheng just looked at her, then picked up the brush and drew on the paper.

During the whole process, he just like immersed in it, only occasionally, looking up at Luo Zheng, what are the paintings in the rest of the time.

Luo Zheng is a little curious. He can't help looking down. The more he looks, the more magical he feels.

If this brush is in your own hands, it will certainly not play a role However, the brush is held in the palm of a man's hand, as if giving life.

Just a few strokes, outline the outline, follow the slowly filling, his face jumped on the paper.

It's vivid. Compared with taking photos on mobile phones, it's more real and meticulous. It's amazing.

Luo Zheng looks at the man who is painting, and suddenly something comes out of his heart, warm, astringent, sweet, and very unlike himself.

At this moment, she may be pregnant, emotional sensitivity, but there is a feeling of crying!

In the past life, how she longed for someone to put himself in his heart, properly place him, carefully collect him, save him from suffering, worry, exile and dependence.

Although, Xi mubai later fell in love with her, but his love, too introverted, needs to keep up with his pace, in the end is some tired.

However, Bo Hancheng and he have the same points and different points. He can fill his needs.

A lot of times, he doesn't need to speak, he already knows what he wants.

This is very precious.

Especially at this moment, they have been proved to be a righteous husband and wife, with children in their belly. He is so serious about painting for himself.

Such a picture is really moving.

Even if Luo Zheng knows that he shouldn't disturb the man, he can't help but lean down and kiss him on the cheek.

Because of the girl's kiss, Bo Hancheng's painting is almost wrong. Fortunately, he has a good sense of discretion and stops in time.

"Is it boring to wait? If you are tired, take a rest there... "

Bo Hancheng looks at Luo Zheng, and Wen Sheng tells him.

But look, Luo Zheng shakes his head, blinks his star eyes and stares at his paintings In fact, the painting is almost the same, just need a little embellishment.

Luo Zheng really doesn't know how a man can do it. He just drew his own palm and created a rose out of nothing.

When the painting is finished, the girl in the painting stands in a sea of flowers, holding a rose in her hand. She is not as beautiful as a real person.

This is only the first painting. Although it hasn't been painted for a long time, it's not strange, but it's hard to be upset because of the girl's love.

In case once, she likes her own painting. What's wrong with her painting this time? She doesn't like herself anymore, but what should she do?

His little wife, who used to be his most loyal fan of painting, would be happy to think about it.

"Brother Cheng, you did a good job! Is it really me who is so beautiful? "

Luo Zheng holds the painting in his hand, and the more he looks at it, the more amazing he feels.

Although she has always been confident in her appearance, she knows that this is her advantage But the girl in the painting looks like herself, and a little unlike herself.

It's like beautification. It's a beautiful thing.

Enough to imagine, in his heart, how beautiful he should be, in order to draw this effect!

Luo Zheng's answer, obviously makes Bo Hancheng, the only worry, slowly fall back to the original position.

"Believe me, you are more beautiful than the picture..."

Bo Hancheng said in a low voice, with the girl's eyes, full of unspeakable affection.

For a while, Luo Zheng felt a little embarrassed. When her cheeks were hot, she must have turned red. The man's praise was too straightforward, which was a little heartwarming.

Suddenly, Luo Zheng chuckled and asked seriously: "brother Cheng, do you have an apprentice? If not, would you mind having one? If so, would you mind having one more... "

Although it is said that Luo Zheng's heart is mostly certain that Bo Hancheng will not accept his apprentices in painting.

In fact, Bo Hancheng did not have an apprentice. Hearing what Luo Zheng said, he understood what it meant. He was a little surprised: "does Luo Luo want to learn to draw?"

Luo Zheng has no friendship and nods hard. Although he says that he has no talent in painting.

But just now, she looked at each painting of Bo Hancheng and drew herself on the paper, which had a kind of feeling of turning corruption into magic.

In my mind, I suddenly came up with an idea that I also want to use this method to draw men down, which is an unspeakable feeling."I know it's a little late to start painting now. However, the book does not say that prenatal education is very important. Maybe, as soon as I learn to draw, my children will have more artistic talents... "

Luo Zheng doesn't want Bo Hancheng to disagree. He makes up a sentence in such a hurry, blinks and looks very cute.

After all, Bo Hancheng chuckled and stroked the top of the girl's hair: "I didn't say no, since you want to learn, I will teach you slowly......"

In painting, talent is one aspect, and interest is another.

What's more, she just learns to draw and wants to draw something she likes. She doesn't expect to make money in this area. What's the difficulty?

As long as you learn to draw basic pictures, you can draw some portraits slowly, and practice makes perfect over time.

His little wife, a clever girl, must be able to master and learn slowly.

Seriously, Luo Zheng drew himself by himself. Such an experience is also very fresh and special, isn't it?

"Well, the teacher is up, please accept the apprentice's worship."

Luo Zheng's words and laughs, he really gets up and bows his hand, and salutes Bo Hancheng.

See, Bo Hancheng is helpless. He is about to take her to sit down. Luo Zheng is not finished yet. He goes to the side and takes a cup of water. Then he comes back.

"When the teacher drinks tea, he will teach me how to draw until the church."

Luo Zheng said earnestly, handing the cup to the man.

It's Bo Hancheng. He took the cup of tea and couldn't help crying and laughing: "until the church? You are a bully, apprentice! "

Once upon a time, they had just met. He had been a professor at Peking University, but at that time, he just needed identity to hide himself.

For those students, it is also free teaching, not too much involved.

So his little wife is the first and only apprentice!