Chapter 302: model for brother

Chapter 302 Being a model for my brother

After saying good night to each other, Murong Qiao hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, got up and prepared to go back to the room to stay.

Murong Qiao felt a little drowsy in the cold wind blowing in the middle of the night, she walked towards the direction she came from.

But when he was about to walk out of the flower field, Murong Qiao took a step forward, but felt something strange, as if he stepped on something under his feet.

"Huh?" She lowered her head.

A piece of white paper that was so conspicuous that she had to pay attention was trampled under her feet, showing its existence to Murong Qiao.

Such a beautiful flower field, where did you get the paper?

Murong Qiao was puzzled, knelt down and picked up the paper, and only by the light of the street lamp beside him could he see clearly that it was not a completely pure white paper.

Using rose as the main color, covering the surrounding picture, the center is a girl in a dress, there is little depiction of the face, and the focus is on the clothes.

It looks like a manuscript, but the drawing is scribbled but vivid.

Especially the dress worn by the girl, although there are not many strokes, Murong Qiao was so amazed that he was speechless with just a few strokes.

It cannot be born out of thin air...

Murong Qiao looked at the original position of the paper, then looked up to the studio not far above the flower field.

There is no one on the balcony, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are closed, only a drawing board stand can be vaguely seen standing there.

Now she knows where the manuscript came from.

"I have to wait until tomorrow to return it to my fourth brother." Murong Qiao was helpless.

It's so late, and I don't know if the fourth brother is asleep. It's not good to knock on the door and disturb him in the past.

So she carefully put away the manuscript and returned to her room.

When Murong Qiao woke up to have breakfast the next morning, he didn't hear any movement from upstairs.

"Uncle Yang," she couldn't help but call out to the housekeeper, "Is fourth brother up yet?"

It's eight o'clock in the morning.

Murong Qiao glanced at the time, and suddenly felt that the fourth brother Yanxiu was still at home than he thought.

Uncle Yang looked as usual, "I'm going to deliver the fourth young master's breakfast later. He doesn't work well and likes to stay up late."

Yanxiu's irregular work and rest is the norm. Hearing Uncle Yang's already accustomed tone, Murong Qiao got up suddenly.

"Then I'll deliver it." She took the initiative to deliver the breakfast.

I happened to return the manuscript I picked up last night to my fourth brother.

Murong Qiao said it with such a plan, which caught the butler Uncle Yang's eyes in surprise.

His eyes showed some relief, "I'm very happy that you have such an idea."

"Then, let's trouble the miss about the breakfast." Uncle Yang handed the breakfast that belonged to Yanxiu to Murong Qiao.

Uncle Yang treats the children of the Murong family as his own children, as if they were relatives.

Murong Qiao is the same in Uncle Yang's heart, and now hearing Murong Qiao offer to contact Yanxiu and send breakfast to enhance the relationship between siblings, Uncle Yang is much happier.

Murong Qiao waved his hand embarrassingly, "It's not a big deal."

She didn't think too much about it. After talking to Uncle Yang, she went upstairs with breakfast.

Murong Qiao went back to the room to get the manuscript, and then went to knock on Yanxiu's door.

dong dong.

She knocked twice, but got no response.

Murong Qiao waited for a while, then knocked again, this time she heard a voice from inside.

"...What's the matter?" There was a deep sleepiness in that voice.

As soon as I heard it, I just woke up and was too sleepy. I guess I was woken up by my own knocking on the door.

Murong Qiao explained his identity, "It's me."

Although it is a bit immoral to wake up the fourth brother, the guilt comes and goes quickly.

The clear and soft voice that belonged exclusively to the girl reached Yanxiu's ears through the door that was not soundproof.

"Understood." He responded vaguely.

Yanxiu is lying on the sofa at the moment, and his mind is still a little unclear because he was forced to turn it on.

Slightly long black hair was loose, Yanxiu stretched out a hand with difficulty to brush away the sketches piled up on his body, and slowly got up from the sofa, frowning tightly.

Last night, I was patronizing the drawing, so that when Yanxiu was resting on the sofa, he didn't expect that he fell asleep directly.

He fiddled with his hair twice, and had to get up and go to the door.

Yanxiu opened the door, "Just give me breakfast."

Seeing Murong Qiao standing outside the door with breakfast, Yanxiu was surprised and thought it was reasonable.

After all, there is no second person in this family who can knock on the door so abruptly and wake himself up.

"Good morning...fourth brother." Murong Qiao greeted shyly, "Here is your breakfast."

She handed it over, and then took out the manuscript, "And this, I picked it up in the garden last night, it should be yours."

Murong Qiao's tone was a little tentative, which Yanxiu keenly caught.

It seems that the call last night was from that boy.

Seeing Murong Qiao like this, Yanxiu immediately had the answer in his mind.

He casually put the breakfast on the table next to him, and looked at the manuscript that Murong Qiao took out.

"It's indeed mine." Yanxiu took it back in his hand. "But it's useless."

When it came to the manuscript, his tone was obviously low, and he was a little more irritable.

Last night Yanxiu was originally inspired, but no matter how he drew, he couldn't draw correctly. After scrapping countless sheets of paper, he was so exhausted that he was forced to sleep.

The pain of lack of inspiration and being unable to draw with inspiration are two different experiences, and Yanxiu "enjoyed" them all.

"I see." Murong Qiao couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

In this way, wouldn't she wake up the fourth brother for a useless manuscript?

Yanxiu looked at the paper in his hand and didn't speak for a while.

The manuscript drawn on this piece of paper is highly completed, but Yanxiu has always felt that something is missing.

Staring at the manuscript, Yanxiu frowned and fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Murong Qiao felt embarrassed and didn't know whether to leave.

She and Yanxiu haven't been in contact a few times, and Murong Qiao, who doesn't know each other's character well, can't figure out how to get along with her fourth brother.

"Then I'll—" Murong Qiao spoke first, breaking the silence.

But before she finished speaking, Yanxiu interrupted her.

"Be my model."

Yanxiu spoke suddenly.

He moved his gaze away from the manuscript, and turned to look at his younger sister Murong Qiao standing in front of him.

"Huh?" Murong Qiao opened his eyes wide.

Yanxiu's request caught her by surprise, and Murong Qiao's brain stopped for a second before she could react.

She looked dazed, "Model?"

Yanxiu nodded, and simply threw the manuscript that confused him behind him, looking at it without any distress.

He was thinking about how to draw the feeling he wanted just now, but got into a dead end and ignored Murong Qiao right in front of him.

The person who inspired him is standing here. It might be better to reproduce the scene of yesterday, which may also be a breakthrough opportunity.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Yanxiu asked.

Murong Qiao shook her head. She didn't have much to do today, and her original plan was to stay in the room and type.

Upon hearing this answer, Yanxiu raised his brows a little imperceptibly, revealing the joy in his heart.

When it comes to design inspiration, Yanxiu and Murong Qiao have no brother-sister barrier, and talk a little more.

"Then, do you want to consider being my one-day model?"