Chapter 933

"Does it hurt?" The man frowned and rubbed her forehead, bulging a bag at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Jian shook her head, "it's OK, not even skin injuries."

She said unintentionally, but I don't know which nerve the man was touched, so she sat up and asked her to do a good job, then she got up and got out of bed.

In less than three minutes, I came back with a bottle of medicine.

"Come here."

Ji Rufeng opened the bottle and put some medicine oil in her palm. She rubbed it in her palm. It was hot and covered her forehead.

Just now, she didn't feel any pain, but when she was pressed like this, she felt the pain was killing her. What's more, the oil smelled very bad.

"What did you do? It smells bad. It hurts. "

"It's mainly used for traumatic injuries at home. It smells a little bad, but it works. Don't move. I'll rub the accumulated blood open, or you'll have to hold this bag for many days."

Zhao Jian drum drum mouth, a head by his rub of shake, hem and haw for a long time, was let go.

Ji Rufeng cleaned up the medicine, washed her hands and came back. Zhao Jian came up to him, her big eyes flickering, "how about the thing I told you just now?"

Ji Rufeng took another look at her forehead and felt better than just now. Then he said, "why do you want to draw all of a sudden?"

"Do you say you teach or not?"

"Of course," Ji Rufeng holds her hand and kisses her in the palm of her hand. He looks ambiguous and asks, "but is it good?"

Zhao Jian rolled her eyes and said, "do you do the same with others?"

"No, I didn't teach anyone."

"True or false?"

"It's true, of course."

Zhao Jian shriveled mouth, "that I also pay tuition."

"No, you can pay for it!"

Zhao Jian a meal, then burst out a roar, "roll!"

Ji Rufeng laughs. He is not ready to do anything, so he leads her out of bed.

There is no study at home, but a studio in a well lit room.

In the past, Zhao Jian didn't go into this room very much, because she was afraid that she might damage his painting.

Today, Ji Rufeng leads Zhao Jian into the door. Ji Rufeng asks her, "what do you want to draw? Character sketch? scenery? Or... "

Zhao Jian thought for a while, looked at him, looked around again, and laughed, "what can I do if I want to draw everything?"

"Easy to do, then start with a simple sketch, what you want to draw, what you want to draw."

Ji Rufeng found her a sketch book and sharpened her pencil.

Zhao Jian used to watch Ji Shaoguang's paintings, but she was also a little influenced. After seeing Ji Rufeng for a few eyes, she began to draw.

Ji Rufeng looked at her for a while and asked, "did you learn it when you were a child?"

"No, my third brother likes painting. When I was a child, I went to a painting class with him. However, other people use strokes. I like painting with my hands dipped in paint. After three classes, the teacher got angry and the tuition fee was refunded. Even the third brother didn't succeed."

Ji Rufeng smiles and rubs her head without disturbing her.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Jian's first character sketch was completed, which was seven or eight points similar to Ji Rufeng.

"Good talent."

"That's what I like to learn."

Zhao Jian raised her chin, quite complacent. If she learns to draw, she should be no worse than Jiang Xuerou, right?

"I've decided to take you as an apprentice."

I'm just trying.

Zhao Jian white his one eye, simply use the killer mace, "don't teach after you sleep on the floor every day."

Ji Rufeng

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