Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1891 I don't believe you haven't dreamed about another man.

When Jin Tingxiao went back, Fu Yuejun was sitting in front of the cushion and painting. A pair of military boots were placed on the couch. The girl was sitting there with soft edges and corners, her eyebrows were bright and beautiful.

"Why are you painting again, but not me?"

The man walked over and hugged her, and looked down at the painting. In the painting, the woman was slim and dressed in a dark red gown. On the hem of the skirt were mysterious and ancient runes and lotuses. in Sanskrit.

It's just that Fu Yuejun didn't draw the facial features on the girl, the decorations on the clothes were very clear, when he looked at the runes, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

Jin Tingxiao asked: "Why don't you paint the facial features?"

"I have forgotten the appearance of the person in this painting, I only remember the texture of the clothes." Fu Yuejun squinted his eyes, and the facial features of the woman in the painting seemed to be covered with a hazy white mist.

But Fu Yuejun also felt familiar with the direction of the silhouette.

She often has a dream about the woman in the painting, but she can't always see what the woman looks like.

Jin Tingxiao looked at her half-supporting his head: "Did you miss a man in your drawing?"

"Why?" Fu Yuejun raised his eyebrows.

Jin Tingxiao's lips pursed slightly, but he snorted coldly: "I don't believe you haven't dreamed about another man."

"According to what you said, do you dare to dream of the woman in the painting?" Fu Yuejun looked at him meaningfully, with a calm and elegant demeanor, without a trace of anger.

"Don't worry, let Weifu add a few more strokes."

Jin Tingxiao put his arm around her shoulders, picked up the brush and continued to draw on the rice paper. Fu Yuejun didn't bother him, and watched him seriously with narrowed eyes.

A moment later, there was another monk in the painting who also had no facial features. The wide hem of the clothes was spread out, with golden passionflowers embroidered on it, and dark red Sanskrit characters extending down the skirt.

It is exactly the same as the lines on the women's clothes.

But Jin Tingxiao didn't stop, and continued to draw on the rice paper. Afterwards, Fu Yuejun saw that the facial features of the man and the woman were all painted on.

The woman in the painting has a peerless face and a pure temperament. Her frowns and smiles touch people's hearts, and she smiles with joy and beauty, while the monk in red has a slight smile on his lips.

In the painting, the two sit together, the bright red monk's robes and the dark red ancient robes are overlapping, and the lotus is layered on top of each other, as if they are about to come alive, and they are magnificent for a moment.

"Why did you draw the faces of the two of us?" Fu Yuejun looked at him and smiled.

That's right, the facial features of the two people in the painting are Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao. Originally, the facial features were blank, but now they are added in such a way that there is no sense of disobedience at all.

It's as if they themselves are the people in the painting.

Even though that person is a Buddha, cold and abstinent, he was pulled into this world of mortals, and his demeanor has not changed a bit.

"I drew it casually, and it looks quite suitable."

Jin Tingxiao squinted his eyes and smiled lazily, and put the pen in Fu Yuejun's hands, his face was extraordinarily enchanting under the candlelight: "Why don't Ah Jiu add a few more strokes, how about it?"

"I'll see what I can draw."

Fu Yuejun pinched the brush, tilted his head and smiled, and then began to draw seriously with lowered eyes.

After a long time, Fu Yuejun put down his brush, and with a slight smile on his lips, he looked up at Jin Tingxiao: "Look, isn't it suitable?"

"It's really suitable."

Jin Tingxiao looked at the rice paper, and thoughtfully said: "It's just such a painting, who would be more suitable to send it to? There are probably not many people in our house who can appreciate the artistic conception of this painting."

(End of this chapter)