Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren wrestled that day, and the bottom of her palm was worn out, especially her right hand, which was too hard and the wound was deep.

The thumb also hurts, and I had to deliberately avoid the wound when I was eating with a bowl.

Not to mention, holding a pen.

Jing Jiaren tried to hold the pen in her hand. If she just held it lightly, it would be fine.

If you draw, you have to use your hands.

"Miss Beauty, your injury... is it okay to paint?"

"Hmm." Sitting on the high wooden chair in front of the easel, Jing Jiaren smiled slightly, "It's okay."

The windows open to let in the light.

Jing Jiaren faced the window sideways so that the sunlight could evenly shine on the drawing paper.

Jing Jiaren is good at sketching and paint painting.

It's a pity that the paint painting took too long, and her hands were really inconvenient, so she planned to make a delicate sketch portrait.

There is a faint sunlight outside the window, the sky that has just rained is a little bit beautiful, and the new leaves are glowing with tender green light.

It's spring.

This should be the most difficult winter for Jing Jiaren, too many things have happened, and she has experienced the most life and death.

The pencil lead drew deep and shallow lines on the paper, and Jing Jiaren's expression was very calm.

Click, click.

Aunt Pan quietly took out her mobile phone and was taking pictures again. After taking pictures from all aspects, she ran to show the master.

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As the sky gradually darkened, Jing Jiaren drew it very carefully, focusing all her energy on the drawing paper and processing the details.

She painted so concentratingly that she wore a painting apron and blue sleeves from the same series.

There was a bandage wrapped around her injured left hand, but she took off her right hand because it was in the way, and the bandage fell at her feet.

The painting tools are opened in her hand, and the pens of different thicknesses are cut and placed.

This picture is so beautiful that anyone who sees it will be moved.

Aunt Pan picked up a broken refill, pinned the pen sharpener, and suddenly found a figure standing by the door.

Leng Lintian stood there silently, his eyes were empty, only reflecting the shadow of Jing Jiaren.

Aunt Pan stood up happily and was about to speak.

Leng Lintian swept his awe-inspiring gaze.

Aunt Pan shut her mouth, ran up to him and whispered, "Master, why are you standing here watching, come in. Miss Jiaren is drawing you, it's really good..."

"..."

"It's really lifelike."

Before this, Aunt Pan had shown the phone to the owner, but he was indifferent and didn't say a word after seeing it.

It's really unpredictable.

"I told you I didn't lie to you. Miss Jiaren is really painting you. If you don't believe me, go and have a look." Aunt Pan thought he didn't believe it.

Leng Lintian's throat rolled, and he asked coldly in a low voice: "Who told her to draw me!?"

"It was Miss Jiaren who asked us to move the painting equipment and to paint... None of us dared to ask her."

Yijing Jiaren's character is not voluntary, who can persuade her?

She was so lifeless before that she refused to even take a bite...

Leng Lintian's eyes moved, stared at Jing Jiaren for a while, turned and left.

Aunt Pan was slightly disappointed, it was really weird, the usual young master had already come in to give advice to Miss Jiaren.

No, what's even weirder is that Leng Lintian doesn't go to work these days, but stays at home every day, not going anywhere...

To be honest, she was able to draw and speak after being fished out of the river, she was good at cooking and cooking, she could also play the piano, and the most amazing thing was the woman who was painting.

Five large characters floated from the sky, all of them are so weird!