Beauty's Devil Guard

Just as Xiao Yi and Zhang Yuanyuan were watching the boundless spring, a gentle voice of a man sounded behind them: "Yuanyuan."

Facing the window, Zhang Yuanyuan stood up and turned her head with Xiao Yi.

Behind her, a young man looked at Zhang Yuanyuan with a smile. Wearing a delicate plaid shirt and a pair of black trousers. A little white face, looks like a little white face. The facial features are extremely beautiful and harmonious. The sword eyebrows are Starry, the face is red and the teeth are white. I can't pick out any flaws. There is a middle division. There is no affectation of traitors at all. On the contrary, it shows a kind of gentle atmosphere.

It seems that such a young man is not beautiful enough. If you are a girl, you can definitely be called the national beauty. But, unfortunately, a man.

"Open, you're back?" There was a trace of joy on Zhang Yuanyuan's face, and her delicate body trembled slightly. Obviously, I have a strong liking for this young man.

"Yes, I just came back recently." Open a little smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, slowly said: "I know you have been like painting these years. I think, in such a beautiful spring, you and I can meet on this poetic occasion. "

Xiao Yi's eyebrows are slightly raised. It's obvious that she is quite familiar with Zhang Yuanyuan. If you read it correctly, it's the kind of old friends who are familiar with each other. Invisibly, Xiao Yi began to feel uncomfortable. I don't mind if you come to reminisce. It doesn't matter if you run the train all over your mouth, but don't disturb me to see Chunguang.

"That year, why did you suddenly go to England?" All of a sudden, Zhang Yuanyuan opened her mouth and asked the question that had been buried in her heart all these years.

Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaifa grew up in the organ compound. Familiar with each other, it's a childhood type. Moreover, in the early years, Lang qingqiyi just didn't break the window paper. But unexpectedly, just when they are in love with each other. But he suddenly left this river and sea and went to England to study.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanyuan, who was extremely sad and indignant, decided to stay away from this sad city and go to the United States.

In a foreign land, over the years, Zhang Yuanyuan finally sorted out her emotions and let go of the relationship. Unexpectedly, many years later, I met my old lover again in the red wall and green tile building on the beach.

"My father decided in a hurry, so he couldn't help it." With a sunny smile, he was very charming. As soon as the topic changed, he said tenderly: "I heard that you have been studying painting in America these years. How are you? Are you all right? "

For a moment, the two old lovers sat down beside the window and began to talk for a long time.

These years, the bottom of my heart, began to reveal bit by bit. They had a good talk, just like when they were children. Invisibly, Zhang Yuanyuan's heart banged faster.

Is this chance encounter in a small building a chance given to us by heaven?

When Zhang Yuanyuan thought of this, she was a bit unskillful.

Xiao Yi is still like a little follower, standing behind Zhang Yuanyuan. No one paid any attention to him. Zhang Yuanyuan was already intoxicated with the little white face. But from the beginning to the end, he never took a positive look at Xiaoyi. It seems that Xiao Yi and Zhang Yuanyuan are not linked at all.

Xiao Yi's face was a little chilly. Looking at the kite flying all over the sky outside, he said in the bottom of his heart: "open it, I want to see how much you can open it?"

Fortunately, this exchange meeting started immediately. With the call of the organizer, these young painters began to play on the spot in this small building, drawing their best paintings.

Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaifa are very close to each other. Similarly, when painting, we can't help talking.

In this exchange meeting, it was not strictly forbidden to take small followers, so Xiao Yi continued to stand behind Zhang Yuanyuan with honor. Occasionally, help Zhang Yuanyuan pass a brush.

"Yuanyuan, you've come back with more style now, and you've found a little Valet?" This meeting finally noticed Xiao Yi behind Zhang Yuanyuan, and began to tease her in a low voice while painting.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, Jing mang twinkles. Although, I'm really a little follower. However, if it comes out of his mouth, it will make Xiao Yi feel sorry.

Zhang Yuanyuan was stunned and looked at Xiao Yi with a bad face. Immediately, he opened his mouth and got out of the encirclement: "it's not a little Valet, it's my friend."

"Oh." When I heard that he was a friend, he opened his face and looked at Xiao Yi, obviously with a bit of hostility.

Then, the open began to insinuate: "Yuanyuan, how did you bring your friends here on this occasion. This is the palace of art, where we communicate with our souls. It's better not to come in, rude man. "

However, Zhang Yuanyuan just a faint smile: "together, come and have a look."

"By the way, Yuanyuan uses a little more water here." Xiao Yi, who has been watching Zhang Yuanyuan's paintings, is too lazy to pay attention to the open one. Suddenly, he looks dignified and whispers.

"Well?" Zhang Yuanyuan was stunned and said in a low voice, "do you know how to draw?""A little bit." In those years on the mountain, the master liked to see and draw. Therefore, Xiao Yi still has some insight, which reminds him kindly: "in this place, you mainly want to draw the misty state and the charm of water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River. Since it is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, how can it lack water? You look dry with this light blue tone

When she heard Xiao Yi's words, Zhang Yuanyuan seemed to understand. I stare at the landscape painting in front of me for a while, but I don't know how to change it.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi immediately sighed and stopped interfering too much.

And one side of the open, I heard that Xiao Yi will draw. Immediately, he said in a loud voice, "Yuanyuan, I think your painting is quite good. The strokes are delicate and full of landscape flavor. The mountains are hazy and the water is clear. That light blue color tone, just can highlight the charm of water. Isn't this water town in the south of the Yangtze River just green mountains and blue waters? "

The two have already begun to compete secretly. The taste of fighting makes Zhang Yuanyuan frown.

However, Xiao Yi did not have any interest in it. Immediately, no longer open an argument with this, just a smile.

However, Xiao Yi's gentle smile makes Zhang Kai look like a trace of contempt.

At that moment, he began to introduce himself in a loud voice: "in recent years, I have studied western painting school in England, and deeply studied the painting style of Paul Kerry, the Western abstract master. For a good painting of the shape, lines and color combination, are some experience. In my opinion, Yuanyuan, the style of your New Year paintings is gradually drawing closer to the Chinese classical style. Your painting seems to have some Tang Yin style. Fine ink, sparse layout, elegant style. It's a good work. I'm sure it will be well received by the famous painter Zhu Sicheng later. "

This flattery is quite in place, Zhang Yuanyuan immediately raised a smile of understanding. The whole person was in high spirits and began to paint with complacency. Xiao Yi's suggestion is to forget all about adding water.

That opens this meeting to secretly provoke of saw Xiao Yi one eye, the corner of the mouth top emerge a silk elated smile. It seems, in front of Xiao Yi said: "boy, dare to fight with me, no way."

I'm tired of foreign girls in England. This time, at the exchange meeting of young painters' painting skills. Seeing the graceful appearance of Zhang Yuanyuan, she was so beautiful that she suddenly re secreted too much androgen. Take this Zhang Yuanyuan as her private thing, don't want to be touched by any man.

Obviously, this Xiaoyi, the man closest to Zhang Yuanyuan, has aroused the open hostility. Therefore, he began to find ways to attack Xiaoyi, to show his strength.

Xiao Yi's careful thinking about this point of opening is, of course, an instant insight. He glanced at the painting on the drawing board and said with a joking smile: "Mr. Zhang, please flatter me like this again. All the kites you draw are going to be airplanes. "

I don't know when, the open pen still falls on the paper. The ink on the edge of the brush began to wash on the paper. It seems that the kite just painted has become a big ball, like a big plane.

"Pay attention to yourself, otherwise. Mr. Zhang, I think it will be a meeting of painters. After a while, you have to hide in the corner to play the train Xiao Yi laughs and starts to fight back mercilessly.

A burst of black paper on the face of a big open. He glared at Xiao Yi fiercely, then quickly took down the painting paper, and began to put on new painting paper again, and began to draw.

Fortunately, it hasn't been long. It's still time to redraw.

Immediately, this is not to dispute with Xiao Yi again. Full of mind immersed in the painting up, a stroke down quite carefully. Sometimes, when I am quite satisfied with the painting, I can't help but tut tut a few exclamations and nod in self-identity.

It seems that I am quite satisfied with my wonderful writing.

Xiao Yi stood by quietly watching the painting. The look on the face, wrinkling more and more tightly.

"Ah, it's really a meeting of young painters, that's all." Xiao Yi sighed softly and murmured in the bottom of his heart: "this kind of painting skill really disappoints me. Even if my unscrupulous master, drunk and casually brush a painting, he is ten times and twenty times better than them. "

Where does Xiao Yi know that his master's skills are amazing. These secular people can't be compared with his master at all. Even the famous painter Zhu Sicheng, the chief judge of the technical exchange meeting, was not as good as his master's painting.