Chapter 887

Dijiang high school is really carrying out the education index, and wants them to develop intellectually, morally, physically and aesthetically in an all-round way. Therefore, their high school art courses include drawing, oil painting, traditional Chinese painting, etc

Anyway, those years of studying in the imperial craftsman also laid a strong foundation for his current learning ability.

In some schools, the mode of education is really good. They teach people how to learn and how to think. No wonder the emperor craftsman is known as the "social elite maker".

"Well, nine years of compulsory education, I'm a soul painter."

Xu Huanxi Bull forced, on this level, Chu such as can say so proud?

In that case, maybe she is much better than Chu in painting.

She has been influenced by this kind of music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. When she was a craftsman, she chose traditional Chinese painting and even won a national award.

Well, it's a pity that Qu huazi took the honor.

In addition to the traditional Chinese painting, she also has many works, which were robbed by quhuazi.

She drooped her eyes and covered up the almost overflowing joy: "if you like, just draw."

No matter how he paints, he won't be better than such a great painter as wells. I know he can't do it. What's the strength of truus?

"Then you promised to be my model." He pressed against her back neck and pressed hard. He must have left a mark.

"Well. Yes Of course, she agreed. It's the palpitation in her heart, the romance in her heart.

When she was young, she had seen this kind of deep feeling, and later it became a kind of vision hidden in her heart - she also hoped that someone who loved her would draw a picture for her.

She was very happy, but still pretended to be calm, continue to make her clothes, Chu Ru Si is to start painting preparation.

She Yu Guang went to see Chu Ru Si and saw him walk in and out. She couldn't help laughing. This man is really like a big painter.

Wait! Misty grass!

This person seems to be really professional. The oil painting has a unique rosin smell in the workshop.

He Can you paint oil?

Once upon a time, there was a person who could draw oil paintings.

"Oh dear!" Xu Huanxi's heart and mind, acupuncture into the fingers, immediately out of the round blood beads.

Chu Ru Si hears her voice, quickly walks over, holds her hand, lowers the head to contain her fingertips.

Xu Huanxi's face turned red, and the man's rough and warm tongue licked her fingertips, soothing the pain, but

Her wrists were shaking: "it's OK, it doesn't hurt."

Chu such as this but don't loosen, hold her finger one by one of kiss, Xu Huanxi is all right, he is very uncomfortable on the contrary! In order to give a strange man clothes, hurt his hand, he is not satisfied!

Xu Huanxi is really: "I'm not sure." At a loss to look at Chu such as, every time Chu such intimate, she will feel flustered, is that kind of very heart, and do not know how to do emotion.

He can only be allowed to mess around and look at him shamefully.

He has been busy recently. He hasn't caught her for a while. Well What about drawing for her? She thought in a daze.

Chu Ru approached step by step, silently untied Xu Huanxi's robe, and laid it loosely on his arm. The traces on his neck were clearly visible, and the whole back was exposed. He also had a clear view of his body.

She doesn't feel cold when the heat is on in the workshop.

But, shaking, she closed her eyes and knew what would happen next.