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The two men sat down in their positions, picked up the brush next to them and began to lay out.

Yu Qingqian wants to draw a good one of his own, so as not to hurt his hand.

But long yushuo is different, he likes high difficulty and challenging.

So after he sat down, he began to observe the people sitting next to him very carefully.

Looking from left to right, it looks good in any way, just like the goddess coming out of the cartoon.

It seems that it is really difficult to draw the goddess well.

In his hesitation, Yu Qingqian can't wait to start writing. I don't know what he drew. Anyway, it seems that he is full of confidence.

Long yushuo couldn't help but glance at her a few more eyes, which slowly began to adjust the paint, and then began to write.

It's beautiful to imagine, but now it's bone deep.

When he really wanted to start painting, he realized that painting was definitely a talent, not someone who wanted to paint.

But now that he has come, he can't shrink back from the battle, so he plucked up his courage and boldly made the first stroke.

After the first to go down, his heart mercilessly rely on a voice, draw wrong how to do?

I can't help but look at Yu Qingqian again. I find that people are very serious. I want to see him. Oh, my God, can I get it done before 12 o'clock?

Think of the heart and the liver trembling.

In order not to delay the next two people's date, long yushuo had to do it again.

This time, he wanted to touch the wall!

Whether he was kicked by the donkey or squeezed by the door, so many interesting places did not choose, but chose one of his own weaknesses. This will be seen clearly. His tall and powerful image collapsed in her mind?

No, no, no, no, he's good at painting, trying to make Qingqian look at him with a new look.

Having made up his mind like this, he once again had the motivation and didn't write as carefully as he had just done.

Oil painting, abstract, should be cool?

About 30 minutes later, Yu Qingqian excitedly said, "I have finished painting."

When long yushuo, who is working hard here, heard this sound, I drew it. With a shake of my hand, one piece of the original beautiful picture was destroyed.

At the same time, in order not to let the light see, immediately began to remedy.

As a result, he thought too much. Yu Qingqian's family patronized and appreciated her own, but didn't get up to see what he meant. This made him a little disappointed.

Finally, after a few minutes, he felt that he was perfect, and Meizizi said, "mine is better."

Yu Qingqian just heard the sound and stood behind him to appreciate it carefully.

The more you look, the more you frown. "Are you painting Mona Lisa's smile?"

Long yushuo shook his brush hand and almost fell on his pants.

Fortunately, he was quick and grasped it in time, otherwise he would have to buy a new dress when he came out to draw a picture.

"You're looking at it carefully." Long yushuo did not give up. She took the initiative to ask her to have a good look.

Yu Qingqian was also very face saving. He stepped forward, glared, looked up and down, left and right, and finally came to the conclusion, "are you a girl before the storm?"

Long yushuo: ·· "

Where can we see such an abstract picture of the storm?

Well, after being guessed twice by her, he did not dare to take the initiative to say what he was painting. He turned his face with a guilty smile and directly asked, "do you like it?"

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