Lord, return your seed

Jian Xinan looked sideways at her disappointed face, her heart felt sour for no reason, he didn't like to see her unhappy.

Looking around, Jian Xinan suddenly said: "Ling, can I draw a picture for you?"

"Painting?" Hu Ling'er turned her head suspiciously.

"Yeah, wait for me." After Jian Xinan finished speaking, she got up and walked towards the cave, and came back after a while, holding a shelf in her hand.

Hu Ling'er was originally in a slump, but when she saw this shelf, she was shocked.

Isn't this an easel?

That's right, although she saw this shelf for the first time, she subconsciously knew that it was called an easel.

Had she seen it before?

Hu Ling'er frowned, and said uncertainly: "What is this...?"

"It's called an easel!" Jian Xinan said while setting up a shelf a few steps away from Hu Ling'er.

Sure enough, it seemed that she had actually seen it before.

Seeing her dazed eyes, she said again: "A quirky girl knew that I like painting, so she asked someone to make such an easel for me. Not to mention, it is really convenient and practical."

Weird girl?

She was suddenly interested in this man.

Because from Jian Xinan's tone, it was obvious that he had never seen her before.

Hu Ling'er laughed, "It seems that girl treats you very well."

Jian Xinan shook his head and smiled, thinking of this girl, he was speechless, he had been out for so many days, and he didn't know how she was doing.

Just as she was thinking, Hu Linger's voice came again: "By the way, are you here to find flowers, or to sketch?"

"Sketching from life?" Jian Xinan raised her eyebrows, "It's a very interesting word. Is it using the brush in your hand to write down the meaning of life in all things?"

"Probably." In fact, even Hu Ling'er didn't know the specific meaning, but the word just popped out of her mind.

These should be memories that exist in the subconscious mind.

Seeing that Hu Ling'er was about to feel melancholy again, Jian Xinan hurriedly said, "Okay, just sit like this, and I'll start drawing."

Hu Ling'er stopped talking, and just sat quietly on the rock, watching Jian Xinan draw her portrait seriously.

But the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this scene was so familiar. Once upon a time, she seemed to be standing in front of the easel like this, drawing something she was interested in with the brush in her hand.

Could it be that she can also draw?

Hu Ling'er tried hard to recall it in her mind, but she still couldn't grasp the picture, thinking about it, her head ached.

Jian Xinan, who had been staring at her, noticed her strangeness, and hurried over to support her: "What's the matter, is your head hurting again?"

"Yeah." Hu Ling'er stroked her forehead and nodded, "Looking at the way you draw, I feel very familiar."

"Really?" Jian Xinan was overjoyed, and suddenly took her hand and said, "Come here."

"Why?" Hu Ling'er was a little confused, but he had already pulled her to the easel.

When she saw the above painting, she immediately forgot her headache, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, the painting was finished so quickly, it really looks like it!"

In the painting, she sits quietly on a rock, with her chin propped on one hand, as if she is thinking about something.

Not only the appearance, but even the slightly wrinkled brows are vividly drawn. This Jian Xinan is simply a magic brush.

But Jian Xinan just smiled and said: "I haven't painted it yet, and the surrounding background is not painted yet. Come on, I'll leave this to you."

With that said, Jian Xinan stuffed the paintbrush into Hu Linger's hand.

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