Wang Ye's foodie farm concubine

Chapter 2662 You are still my source of inspiration
Bai Yuyao went to the bathroom to wash up, changed her clothes, and then went downstairs.

"Sister, did you stay up late last night? Why did you get up so late today?"

Bai Yulin brought a breakfast to Bai Yuyao.

He hadn't seen his sister sleeping in for a long time, and he was a little curious for a while.

"I read the information a little late last night, so I didn't get up today."

Bai Yuyao made up a random reason. She couldn't tell them about Yuyao. They might not believe it, so she just kept it as a secret between her and Yuyao.

After breakfast, Bai Yuyao went back to the room and looked at the two piles of information on the bedside table, as well as the red real estate certificate and the bank card credit information on her phone.

She gave her everything she earned here.

In the following years, Bai Yuyao opened a studio in the office building left to her by Yuyao, and rented out the remaining floors.

She donated all the remaining money in the name of Yuyao, and every year she donated part of the money to those in need, all in the name of Yuyao.

She didn't know if she knew what she was doing, and she didn't know if it would be of any use to her, but this was what she knew she could do for her.

Don't all gods need merit and incense? All these things she did were remembered by her name, but she didn't know that all these things she did went to herself.

Bai Yuyao later found someone who truly loved him. After taking it home to show it to his parents, Bai's father and mother, as well as the eldest brother and younger brother of the Bai family, were all satisfied, and their parents met to discuss their marriage.

"Yuyao, why do you always look at your own portrait when you are born?"

When Bai Yuyao's husband opened the door and came in, he saw her looking at the paintings on the wall in trance.

Bai Yuyao came back to her senses, looked at her husband and said with a smile, "Have I ever told you that the person painted in this portrait is not me."

"Not you?" Bai Yuyao's husband looked at the painting on the wall, he had the same face.

Bai Yuyao smiled and nodded, then turned to look at the painting, "The person in this portrait is indeed not me, but a friend of mine. Although we look very similar, I can't draw one tenth of her." Come with beauty."

This portrait was drawn based on the Yuyao she saw that day, but she had painted hundreds of them before and after, but none of them felt that she could capture her charm. This one was the best one for her, so she Hang her in the study.

"If you look closely, it doesn't really look like her. Apart from her appearance, her charm is cold and noble. There seems to be nothing in her eyes, but she looks like Paul in everything."

Bai Yuyao laughed, "Sure enough, you still understand me."

"Are you sure you are drawing people?"

Bai Yuyao was stunned.

Bai Yuyao's husband nodded her forehead, "Can a person with such an expression still be a human being? Everyone has emotions and desires. Even those monks cannot do this in paintings."

Bai Yuyao seemed to suddenly think of something, and immediately walked to the desk and started drawing.

When Bai Yuyao's husband saw her painting seriously, he didn't disturb her. Instead, he sat aside and looked at her tenderly.

After a long time, Bai Yuyao put down the pen in her hand, looked at the finished design, and then turned to look at Yuyao in the portrait.

Even after all these years, you are still my source of inspiration.

"Honey, look at my new design drawing."

Bai Yuyao took the newly drawn design drawing and discussed it with her husband.

(End of this chapter)