After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

But this time the paper and pens on the table were different from last time. Liu Ruhua glanced at them and said with certainty: "This is for drawing."

Li Qingmeng is really out of luck this time, although according to the previous thinking, she should rely on falling in love, but this painting, how can this painting be considered love!

Li Qingmeng hadn't finished talking in her heart, Liu Ruhua walked to the table without hesitation.

She was as straightforward as ever, drawing with a pen.

Lu Qingshu asked curiously: "Do you know how to break through?"

Liu Ruhua shook her head: "I don't know!"

Lu Qingshu and the others: "."

Lu Qingshu: "Then what are you planning to draw?"

Liu Ruhua didn't raise her head: "Anyway, I don't know the answer, so I just draw and practice."

When she stopped writing, Lu Qingshu found out dumbfounded that she was drawing him.

In the painting, Lu Qingshu's figure is tall and straight, his side face is as sharp as a knife, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking down slightly in front of him.

Both in appearance and temperament, they are very similar.

Unfortunately, this piece of paper soon disappeared.

Liu Ruhua was not discouraged either. She looked up and saw Lu Qingshu's expression of pity, so she said to him, "I'll draw for you later."

At the moment of stalemate, Liu Ruhua thought for a while, and said to everyone: "Anyone who has painting skills can come up and try to draw what you want. Anyway, it doesn't cost money to try."

"But it takes time. Today is the third day. It's noon now. We need to find the entrance and get out before dark." Someone objected.

Liu Ruhua asked back: "Then do you have a better way?"

It really doesn't.

Everyone fell silent.

So, a few people stepped forward and drew what they wanted to paint.

Probably because Liu Ruhua was in the front, everyone couldn't help but draw the person they liked, and some even took the opportunity to express their love in this way, and succeeded in two couples.

Those two young couples stood head to head affectionately, envious of a bunch of single dogs.

Seeing this, Gong Yumo's eyes flickered, and he also walked to the table.

Li Qingmeng didn't expect that he could also draw.

She leaned over to him curiously, wanting to see what he would draw.

She also thought narcissistically: It's not about painting me, should I practice it? When he finishes painting, what expression should I put on?
Gong Yumo didn't know about her rich inner activities, but he did intend to paint Li Qingmeng.

Although the relationship with her is not yet love, but from the first time he saw her, the different feeling, and then he experienced some things with her.

Especially at the bottom of the Demon Knife Cliff, those unexpected close contacts were something he had never had before.

She is indeed a very special existence to him.

He picked up the brush and concentrated on tracing on the paper. At the beginning, he looked like Li Qingmeng, even the style of the pink gauze dress was very similar.

Li Qingmeng was already thinking crazily in his mind, what would he say when he put down the brush.

But when the face was traced, it gradually changed.

Gong Yumo didn't know why, he was immersed in painting and completely forgot about the people around him.

When drawing the face, the face of the person who has been repeatedly appearing in his dreams and interior scenes, her face, naturally appeared on the paper.

Obviously he didn't know her, and he didn't have any special feelings for her, but at this moment, he accidentally drew the face that appeared most in his mind on Li Qingmeng's body.

The smile on Li Qingmeng's face gradually disappeared, and she felt quite depressed in her heart, as if she had already thought out her acceptance speech, but she was not the one who announced the award.

How annoying!