biting cherry

Chapter 15 Teaching Meng Fanyan to Paint
After dinner.

The stars in the sky lit up the lamps.

The moonlight fills the cherry blossom garden.

Shen Xingying was forced to lead Meng Fanyan to the studio.

The walls of the studio are painted pink and blue, and the floor is piled with various paint boxes, brushes, white paper, and tripod easels placed randomly.

It was a little messy, but not as messy as Shen Xingying said.

"The painting is beautiful." Meng Fanyan looked at the painting hanging on the wall and was not stingy with praise.

A few short words, not many gorgeous words, but very touching.

Shen Xingying's ears turned red, and she was about to follow her father's instructions and walk to the display cabinet to show him the painting "Unparalleled Elegance".

But Meng Fanyan's gaze suddenly shifted from the paintings on the wall to the tripod easel on the other side of the Linghua window.

The easel was covered with a satin cloth.

Meng Fanxu was out of curiosity and wanted to see what kind of work was hidden under the flower cloth, so he raised his hand without permission, held a corner of the flower cloth and tried to pull it off.

When Shen Xingying saw this, she felt frightened and suddenly stopped him: "You can't look at that."

Meng Fanyan hesitated and looked at her in confusion, "Why can't you look?"

"If you can't see it, you can't see it." Shen Xingying quickly ran over and stood in front of the easel, making up a random reason, "My painting is going to be submitted to the National Quintessence Design Competition. No one can see it. My parents You can’t look at it either.”

Under the floral cloth, the painting is clearly Meng Fanyan.

But Meng Fanyan knew nothing at the moment. He only saw her guarded face, staring at him for fear that others would plagiarize her work. He was helpless except that he was helpless.

"The sense of protection is very strong." Meng Fanyan pulled back his hand, half-smiling, "Even I have to guard against you."

After that, he walked to another easel and suddenly became interested, "Can you teach on site?"

"What?" Shen Xingying reacted half a beat too slowly, "Teaching?"

"Teach me how to draw." Meng Fanyan said like an open-minded student, "Okay?"

Teaching to draw is not difficult.

The hard part is teaching him to draw.

"You...what do you want to draw? Painting cannot be learned overnight." Shen Xingying couldn't help but said. "Just draw random patterns and have fun." Meng Fanyan didn't want to learn for a long time, but just wanted to save more memories related to her, "I can draw anything."

"Or," Meng Fanyan looked at the water chestnut window, "you can also paint the stars and cherry blossoms outside the window."

The sky is full of stars tonight, just like the cherry blossoms in the garden blown to the sky by the wind, it is extremely romantic.

Shen Xingying's heart palpitated slightly, and she agreed in a somewhat lost voice, "Okay."

5 minute later.

She picked out a few cans of paint, picked up the brush, and taught Meng Fanyan step by step how to paint the starry sky and cherry blossoms.

Meng Fanyan painted the gourd in the same way, but his painting was a mess. Maybe he really didn't know anything about painting.

Shen Xingying didn't look any further and stood beside him to correct him, "No, you applied the wrong paint. This is light pink. The petals need to be layered, so they don't blend into one piece."

"How to seduce?" Meng Fanyan is the kind of rookie who knows his eyes but not his hands.

Shen Xingying really couldn't understand that he could wield the pen like a dragon in the office, but the way he held a paintbrush was as clumsy as a pig holding a cabbage.

"Hook it like this." Shen Xingying forgot the details and put her hand directly on his fingers, holding the pen and teaching him, "First spread the paint evenly, and then when you hook it, stroke it lightly and don't press too hard."

It turned out that as soon as she painted, she would be immersed in the world of painting, and she didn't even know she was holding his hand.

Meng Fanyan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Finally, with a sense of fun, he quietly dipped his left index finger into a dab of pink paint and lightly touched her little nose.

Shen Xingying was startled, then slowly raised her head and met his eyes that made everything in the world appear dim, "You...why are you poking my nose?"

Painting can cleanse the fear from her soul.

Or maybe Meng Fanyan, who was learning to paint, was so stupid and naive that she wasn't afraid at all.

However, in Meng Fanyan's eyes, Shen Xingying's appearance at this moment seemed to be equally stupid and naive.

So cute.

So stupid that he... really wanted to kiss her, "Yingying."

His eyes gradually turned light agate green again, "Save brother. Okay?"

(End of this chapter)