I have mastered the system of supporting girls through books

Chapter 100
For people he doesn't know, Mao Tuan shows a little lack of interest, even the cat teasing stick in Liang Ke's hand is not good for it.

The studio door was closed tightly, and Mao Tuan tried to open the door several times but failed.

When there are strangers in the family, Shi Shu usually does not leave his studio.

Today is different, when he entered the studio today, Su Qingluo squeezed in sideways.

Then, both of them shut up in the studio.

Ling Xing and Liang Ke stared at each other outside the studio door.

Liang Keche's big clear eyes revealed a sense of inexperienced stupidity: "Is the relationship between your brother and your brother so good?"

Ling Xing: "..."

How should I explain to you, they actually dislike each other a bit.

Ling Xing didn't want to continue chatting on this topic. She glanced at the hot eye makeup on Liang Ke's face, and really couldn't understand: "Do you... like makeup very much?"

Liang Ke blinked his eyes twice, the fly-like eyelashes were quite long, but he couldn't really see any beauty: "It's okay, they all say I look so good-looking."

Excuse me, who are they?
Is your aesthetic really normal?

The green eyeshadow turns into that, you tell me it looks good?What exactly is a dead Barbie pink lipstick with green eye shadow look?
Ling Xing didn't want to talk anymore, so she handed Liang Ke a small mirror.

Liang Ke was still puzzled when he took the mirror, "Why do I feel that you are a little..."

Before she finished speaking, Liang Ke raised the small mirror in front of her eyes, and after only one glance, she fell silent.

Then she closed the mirror calmly, took a deep breath, opened the mirror again and held it up to her eyes.

Liang Ke cried.

I was ugly and cried by myself.

She was sobbing while washing her face: "How can I be so ugly? I have seen so many people with that face, no wonder they all... woo woo woo..."

She was out of breath from crying, and Ling Xing was very sympathetic to her: "It turns out that they put on makeup for you, but you really don't look in the mirror."

It's a bit unbelievable, but considering Liang Ke's domineering and narcissistic temperament, it's actually understandable.

After washing his face, Liang Ke continued to cry, and Ling Xing couldn't bear it.

Can a tiger weeping be compared with a fairy weeping?
That definitely won't work.

But Liang Ke's innocent appearance, the more Ling Xing looked at it, the more he felt that it was very similar to the girl in her brother's painting.

Although it was just a glimpse that day, she has a vision of 5.0.

Ling Xing patted Liang Ke's shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "Don't cry, may I give you a portrait of Mao Tuan?"

Liang Ke's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at Ling Xing with her big tear-stained eyes: "Did you draw it?"

Ling Xing shook his head: "My brother drew it."

Laughing, she doesn't have any talent at all in drawing.

Liang Ke sucked her red nose, and she stretched out the index finger and middle finger of her right hand to make a 'yeah' gesture: "I want two."

It's an incisive and vivid interpretation of the insatiable.

Ling Xing: "..."

As long as you don't cry, you can say anything.

Ling Xing took Liang Ke and knocked on the door of the studio. It was Su Qingluo who came to open the door. His gaze fell on Ling Xing, and the corner of his mouth disappeared when he saw Liang Ke behind Ling Xing. go down.

"Brother," Ling Xing stretched his neck to look into the studio, and could vaguely see Shi Shu sitting in front of the drawing board by the window, she raised her voice and asked, "Can my friend and I come in?"

Ever since he was a child, Shi Shu has never refused Ling Xing's request.

Ling Xing took Liang Ke into the studio as she wished, and she directly took Liang Ke to the side of the wastebasket in the studio, and dropped two balls of waste paper in the wastebasket.

After opening it, as she expected, it was all portraits of hair balls.

Shi Shu often draws pictures for Mao Tuan, and portraits of Mao Tuan in various poses have been piled up high in the corner.

Shi Shu has very high requirements for his own painting. Even if he finishes painting a whole painting, if he is slightly dissatisfied when finishing the painting, he will directly throw the painting into the trash can.

This is also the reason why Ling Xing agreed to Liang Ke so readily, it was just two sheets, which could be picked up casually in the wastebasket.

Ling Xing once found a record of 17 portraits in the wastebasket.

Liang Ke also smoothed the drawing paper in her hand, her delicate face was full of disbelief: "This... this painting is so beautiful, why did you throw it away?"

Ling Xing turned his head to look at the painting in her hand. The fat ball of hair in the painting was pulling the shoelaces. It probably didn't come off after a long time of pulling. It was a little hairy.

She had seen no fewer than a hundred portraits of Mao Tuan painted by Shi Shu, and she could tell what the problem was at a glance. "There is a little ink stain on the side of the second beard on Mao Tuan's right."

Liang Ke stared at the dot of ink for a long time, and was a little bit defensive: "That's it?"

Ling Xing nodded: "My brother has very high demands on himself."

So his paintings are also very valuable.

Regardless of his young age, the money he earned from custom-made painting orders supported the two brothers and sisters plus a hair ball. The key is to make the hair ball so fat.

Liang Ke likes Mao Tuan, and she even likes Mao Tuan's portrait. She turned her head to look at Shi Shu who was painting by the window, and asked Ling Xing in a low voice: "Can I go and see your brother's painting?"

Ling Xing nodded, "As long as it doesn't disturb my brother's painting, it doesn't matter how you look at it."

Liang Kebi made an OK gesture, and walked towards Shi Shu lightly.

Taking advantage of this time, Ling Xing walked up to Su Qingluo. Su Qingluo stood in front of a painting hanging on the wall and had been looking at it for a long time.

Ling Xing followed his gaze and glanced at the painting on the wall, which showed her...and Ji Yan.

Ling Xing in the painting is still young, about eight or nine years old. Ji Yan is about the same age as her, and he is a young man with no front teeth when he smiles.

The two of them were holding hands and laughing, but Xiao Lingxing smiled a little shyly, while Ji Yan smiled more heartily.

Ling Xing hasn't seen this painting for a long time. I don't know when Shi Shu took it out and hung it on the wall again?

Seeing this painting now, Ling Xing couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The childhood sweethearts who grew up together, somehow got to the point where they don't talk too much now?

Was the change in their relationship really only because of Qiu Yilin?

Ling Xing doesn't think so. With Ji Yan's temperament of central air-conditioning, even if there is no Qiu Yilin, there will definitely be Wang Yilin, Zhao Yilin or Sun Yilin in the future. She clearly knows that Ji Yan's preference can be given to anyone.

Maybe when necessary, Ji Yan will make her compromise for the sake of others, just like in a dream.

Therefore, Ling Xing felt that it was not a pity for the two to break up their friendship that had lasted for more than ten years.

Ling Xing tapped the back of Su Qingluo's hand lightly, and explained: "This is all about ten years ago."

At that time, Shi Shu had already shown an amazing talent for painting. It has to be said that talent is sometimes chased and fed by God.

Su Qingluo looked at her sideways, with an indisputable expression: "You guys are smiling very happily."

Is it interesting to turn over the old score about the old rotten millet?
Unreasonable trouble!

Before Ling Xing could speak, Su Qingluo suddenly raised her finger and pointed to the scene between the two of them, and asked her: "Does this look like a crack?"

The young man looked cold and serious, and the red string on his right wrist was exposed with the movement of raising his hand, forming a strong contrast with the indifferent temperament around him.

Ling Xing was taken aback, his eyes moved away from his wrist, and fell on the painting. There is indeed a small tree behind the two of them in the painting, which grows right behind the two holding hands...

I don't know if this tree really exists, or it was just intentional when Shi Shu painted.

Ling Xing felt that she seemed to vaguely understand what Su Qingluo meant.

Just at this time, Su Qingluo's clear voice came again: "No matter how indestructible a relationship is, there will be cracks due to various reasons, but sometimes cracks need to be made."

Ling Xing suddenly realized that it was she and Ji Yan who heard this at first... But, the relationship between Qiu Yilin and the system is not indestructible, doesn't there need a rift between them?

Is this a coincidence?still……

Ling Xing looked down at his wrist, where there was also a cinnabar red rope that was said to be able to ward off evil spirits.

Or does Su Qingluo know something? In the book, he is clearly the cannon fodder to set off the hero's fate, so why can he counterattack and become a god of learning now?

(End of this chapter)