grandpa is not sick

Chapter 58
Because as soon as I mentioned the last time, I remembered the scene where I drove Fu Yixun out of the house. For Fu Yixun, who is so proud of the sky, it must be a very insulting thing. She said it in a bad tone now. What if this person is angry and refuses to be her model?Although she has apologized.

Facts have proved that it was a particularly hurtful thing. Fu Yixun's face darkened, but seeing Fu Qingliu's cautious expression as if he was afraid that he would be angry, he thought that since he knew he was wrong, he had already apologized. , he is not such a stingy person, and...

"So you want to take things over here to draw?"

Fu Qingliu nodded, it's not too late, her hands are already very itchy now.

"Hmph, I knew it, you're a nasty woman who doesn't know what reserve is." Fu Yixun looked at her with a willful look that indulged a small pet, "It's up to you, but don't dirty my clothes." The floor." I knew she would definitely want to use the excuse of painting to come to him every day, and she wasn't shy at all.

Although Fu Qingliu doesn't know why she is obscene and reserved when she draws a picture, but this is not the point. Anyway, she has already regarded her as a vulgar and shameless pervert, which is his mantra. Nod, it's just a sketch, so naturally don't worry about getting it wrong. dirty his floor.

The next day, Fu Qingliu came to the hospital with his easel and drawing board. He sat on the high stool with a serious look and began to paint professionally. Fu Yixun, who was leaning on the bedside, looked down I read the original document on my lap, but I heard the slight sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper. I couldn't read a word, and I felt stiff and uncomfortable, so I had to take a pen and write it in the blank space of the book. I gradually fell in love with writing and drawing in the place I used to write and draw.

In the quiet and spacious ward, a woman in a white shirt earnestly drew a delicate, dignified and quiet man sitting on the hospital bed, like an ancient oil painting. The man lowered his eyes and seriously wrote and drew something on the paper.

The time seems quiet and gentle, and the blink of an eye does not know how much has passed.

Fu Qingliu outlined the last shadow, put down the pen, and all the muscles in his body relaxed.

The painting on the paper is like a black and white photo, perfectly imprinting the posture, appearance and even charm of that noble man, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Draw it? Let me have a look." Seeing Fu Qingliu put down his pen, Fu Yixun said to Fu Qingliu, covering the book in his hand.

Fu Qingliu was in a great mood to draw such a beautiful sketch. Hearing this, he looked at Fu Yixun with a smile on his face, and suddenly thought of something, and sat back on the high stool, "I haven't finished the drawing yet. look."

She took down the drawn picture and pressed it under several clean sheets of new paper, picked up a pen and drew a picture quickly with a smile on her face, then took it over and gave him a look, staring at him expectantly, "Here, you See if I draw well?"

Is this expecting his compliment?Well, since she tried so hard to get close to his world, he wouldn't laugh at her too much, after all, he was already mentally prepared to see a graffiti that was ugly and not aesthetically pleasing.Taking the paper with a hand like a work of art, Fu Yixun's brown eyes reflected the pattern on the paper, and his face turned black instantly.

what is this?A Q version of Fu Yixun, sitting on the hospital bed with half-long curly hair on top, one foot hanging in the air, a pair of big tears looking at you, a pitiful look begging to be touched and comforted... …

"Hahahaha isn't it super cute? Hahaha..." Fu Qingliu smiled and bent over, her mood was even better. When she saw Fu Yixun looking over gloomyly, she quickly restrained her smile and said solemnly: " I'm going to paint again."

(End of this chapter)