Chapter 112

The stream is gentle and the waterfall is rushing. The colorful mountains make people feel like they are in the fairyland painting room.

In October, red maple leaves are everywhere, just like sunset. This is the origin of the name of shixiashan.

At the edge of a stream deep in the forest, two young and lovely girls are sitting on the pony bar and drawing on the drawing board.

Obviously, they have come for a long time, and the meticulous painting on the drawing board has entered the stage of rendering. The so-called shading is used to show the light and shade of the picture on the painted draft. Use two big white cloud brushes, one is dipped in ink and the other is dipped in water. First, dot the ink, and then use water to open the brush before the ink is dry, creating a natural transition.

Shading is the basis of the success of a painting. If the ink is too thick, it will be too dark. If the ink is too light, it will be blank. Therefore, the two girls dare not have the slightest carelessness.

After finishing the last stroke, Yuan Lin put the brush in the tool box, looked at the work on the drawing board carefully, and said with a smile: "it seems that there is a piece of work that has not been played out, and it seems that the master of the fire is not good enough - it can only be painted into a stone when dyeing. However, in this way, my "autumn rhyme of sacrifice Xia" can only be called "scenery of sacrifice Xia". What a failure. "

The girl is wearing white slacks, red casual shoes and a white T-shirt printed with cartoon pattern. Cherry small mouth, nose straight. The skin is delicate, white and tender, and there are almost no flaws in the delicate features. The long black hair Cape looks cute.

Without hearing back from her companion, Yuan Lin turned to Jiang Qin, who was not far behind her, and shouted, "kiss - kiss, what are you doing? Do you hear me? "

Jiang Qin looked up at Yuan Lin, then quickly put his eyes back on the picture board in front of him, and said, "wait a minute. I haven't finished rendering yet. "

Long hair tied into numerous small braids, showing a bright and clean lovely forehead. Some people say that those who dare to show their forehead are either handsome or beautiful. This is not necessarily suitable for everyone, after all, Sister Feng also has such a hairstyle. But it has been fully fulfilled in this girl.

Sky blue skinny jeans, which are stained with a lot of pigments, look a little old but give a sense of literature and art color canvas shoes. The upper body is a small white vest, showing a large white neck and sexy collarbone. It was covered with a plaid shirt. Only the bottom two buttons are tied on the shirt, which is casual and fashionable.

This is also a beautiful girl. At first glance, she and Yuan Linchang are similar.

However, if you look closely, you can see the obvious difference between them. Yuan Lin looks smart and docile, but her personality is flexible, while Jiang Qin's clothes and clothes give people a feeling of laziness and softness.

Both of them are contradictory in appearance and character, and they are perfectly combined.

Perhaps, this is what we often say that a person wants to pursue what he lacks.

"Your painting skills are better than mine, and the teacher said you are more talented than me. Usually you finish painting before me. How can you be slower than me today? " A smile appeared on Yuan Lin's lips. Suddenly, she ran towards Jiang Qin's position and said, "what are you drawing? Let me see."

Hua La -

JIANG Qin immediately abandoned his pen and quickly drew a piece of white paper from the bottom of the painting board to cover the painting he was just rendering.

Yuan Lin saw only a vague shadow. She couldn't make sure what Jiang Qin was painting. She pouted and said, "Jiang Qin, you don't talk about righteousness. I have shown you my paintings. Why don't you show me your paintings? Didn't you say you wanted to paint "Maple falls all over the stream"

Not far away from them, there is a stream, clear water, in which fall countless yellow maple leaves. Jiang Qin liked it very much at first sight, so he wanted to draw this scene. And gave it a name called "Maple falls all over the stream.".

"Yuan Lin, you hate it." Said Jiang, blushing.

"Why do I hate it? I just want to see your paintings. If you want to see me, please feel free. I'm not going to hide like some people do. Hum, I'm guilty of being a thief. " Yuan Lin said scornfully. Suddenly she seemed to understand something. She looked at Jiang Qin strangely and said, "Jiang Qin, you are not painting - what is that?"

Jiang Qin's cheeks were redder, he pretended to be upright and strong, and he said: "how can I be guilty of being a thief? What can I do to be guilty? My "Maple falls all over the stream" hasn't been painted yet, of course, it can't be shown to you - I want to show my works in the most perfect manner. Now it's still dark and gray. Why do you have to show it to you? "

"No." Yuan Lin glared at Jiang Qin and said, "that's not the reason. There must be other reasons. "

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no, No."

"I say there is."

"Whatever you think."

"If you want to prove yourself, show me your paintings."

"I will not. Why should I prove it to you? "

"You have a guilty conscience. You're a burglar. ""You are a ghost. A nuisance. "

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between the red leaves and the green grass, the two girls are quarreling with each other in a word. They are coquettish and a little embarrassed. The crisp and pleasant sound is like the tinkling sound of the clear spring behind them, which makes people feel relaxed and happy and want to paint them.

Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin lie side by side on the maple leaves in the grass, looking at the red maple trees above their heads.

For a long time, Yuan Lin asked aloud, "are you still thinking about her?"

"Yes?" Jiang Qin sighed softly. "Not so much to think, as to miss it."

"I still want to." Yuan Lin said. "If a woman like us sighs for a man, it is to put him in her heart. You can't cheat me, because you can't cheat yourself at all. "

"At our age, love is too luxurious. It's just a good memory in life. In the future, we will experience countless such fragments, and these pictures are the love of our life. It's just that my time with him is too short. For a short time, I'm trying my best to remember nothing. "

"A gentle look, a moving love word, or even just a common brush can be the content of memories. Is he really that good? "

"Not at all."

"Then why can't you forget him? The best way to forget a relationship is to start a new relationship. You know, more than half of the guys on our school's school grass list like you - really don't want to give them a chance? "

"They are too childish." Jiang Qin said.

"Yes." Yuan Lin nods. "I knew that sending flowers and snacks to write love poems was not mature at all. You should hold the sword and kill everywhere. I played the piano by myself. I accompanied you to three thousand drunken laughs. Why don't they understand? A man needs to fight with his sword to win the beauty who is willing to play the piano for him and accompany him to get drunk and laugh? "

"In the future, will they understand? How could there be such a deep and painful feeling without the precipitation of life experience and the social struggle? "

"Alas --" Yuan Lin sighed deeply.

"Alas --" Jiang Qin sighed deeply.

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when the two women are sentimental about their love and sad and helpless fate that have not yet begun, they are awakened by the sudden voice of men shouting.

"Jacob, here - here - Oh, someone's drawing here." The man speaks English. He should be a foreign tourist here.

Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin quickly sat up from the grass and saw a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes who was going to look through their picture folders. They hurriedly made a voice to stop them: "what do you want to do? Stop it. "

Thinking that the American may not understand Chinese, Yuan Lin said again in English, "if you don't get permission, please don't want to read other people's things. It's a very unethical act. "

Here are three Americans, two white and one black. They all have the typical Western tall stature, and look very good. There is a huge burden on his back and a professional hassle camera hanging around his neck.

To see two beautiful little girls jumping out of the grass, which are a little too much, is like two fairies falling from the sky, which surprises these three Americans.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Black skinned Jacob apologizes to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin. "It's my friend who is so impolite. We should be half of our peers. When we see someone drawing, we can't help but want to have a look."

what he said is actually Chinese. Although he is not very fluent, there is no problem in communication.

He pointed to the camera hanging around his neck and said, "we are photographers. Photographer of National Geographic: you write beautiful pictures on paper, and we record them with lens. We are all artists. Isn't it? "

Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were relieved to hear that the man claimed to be a photographer of National Geographic magazine. National Geographic is a famous travel magazine in the world. Both of them are big fans of National Geographic.

After reading the magazines for so many years, I feel a sense of surprise and kindness when I see their staff.

Seeing the two girls relax their vigilance, the smile on Jacob's face is more charming. He took the initiative to reach out to Yuan Lin and said, "Hello, I'm Jacob. This is my companion Mason. Oh, the one shaking hands with your friend is Burton - "

after the introduction, Jacob looked around the environment professionally and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin:" two beautiful ladies, I have a very important thing to ask you -- please answer me. "

"What?"

"Will you be our model?" Jacob said with a straight face.

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