Lord, return your seed

Hu Ling'er was startled, looked down at the pen in her hand, and then looked at Jian Xinan.

Jian Xinan shook her hand and encouraged her: "Ling, try it, if it's true as you said, maybe you will think of something."

Hu Ling'er was full of uncertainty, but looked at Jian Xinan's expression, nodded, and then took a deep breath, her eyes fell on the stone she was sitting on just now, observed for a while, and then wrote down.

If it is said that she was still a little nervous before, but after the brush in her hand touched the drawing paper, she seemed to be caught in a wave of anxiety.

In her eyes and mind, there is nothing but the scene in front of her.

Jian Xinan stood quietly with her arms folded, looking at her serious expression and the scene gradually taking shape, the corners of her mouth curled up in satisfaction,

But as the painting on the drawing paper became more and more perfect, Jian Xinan couldn't calm down anymore, her phoenix eyes were full of surprise.

Around his painting of Hu Ling'er, there are more shady green trees, towering cliffs, and even distant mountain peaks, which are lifelike.

I saw that the person and the scenery reflected each other, set off each other, and blended together harmoniously and skillfully, as if it was written by one person.

Jian Xinan has always been very confident in his painting skills. In his impression, only the woman who has been hidden in his heart for many years can compete with him.

But now... there is another person like this. Although she has forgotten the past, he can be sure that she must have been a person who loved painting very much.

Jian Xinan just watched her silently, and an absolutely perfect masterpiece slowly appeared on the paper.

until……

"Okay, can you see it?" Hu Ling'er closed her pen and turned around, looking at Jian Xinan beside her, only to find that he was staring at the painting without a moment, his eyes full of surprise and praise.

"Absolutely perfect." Jian Xinan sighed in admiration, and looked at Hu Ling'er happily: "Ling, I really didn't expect you to draw such a good painting. It seems that although you have forgotten the past, some things are still deeply rooted in your mind. Here, the day of restoring memory is just around the corner."

"If that's the case, it's fine." Compared to Jian Xinan's shock, Hu Ling'er just smiled wryly, and then put down her pen.

Touching the edge of the easel lightly with his hand, he suddenly said, "By the way, you said that this easel was given to you by someone else?"

"That's right." Jian Xinan smiled lightly, thinking of that girl who always had a bluffing face but was also very enthusiastic.

The more Hu Ling'er touched it, the more familiar it became. She was even sure that she must have had something like this before.

"Wow wow, sister Ling'er, you're not fair, why did you draw me so ugly, but sister Yao'er is so beautiful!!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a bluffing sound flashed in his mind.

Linger?Yaoer?

"Be careful!" Suddenly, Jian Xinan's exclamation came from beside her ear, and the next moment, her waist was heavy, and Jian Xinan led her to the side.

Looking up in astonishment, she saw the paintbrush flying out of Jian Xinan's hand, and nailed a turquoise snake to the opposite tree trunk.

The snake struggled a few times and then stopped moving. Its tongue was triangular, it was a poisonous snake!

so close!

"Thank you." Hu Ling'er exhaled, and turned to look at Jian Xinan.

But Jian Xinan just twitched the corners of his mouth at her, and before he could speak, his body was about to fall down.

"Jian Xinan!" Hu Ling'er exclaimed and supported him, only to find that on his right arm, a circle of black-purple liquid was smudged on the white sleeve.