Domineering Husband Spoils Me:Just a Little Bad

Mr. Jiang's voice fell.

The studio was quiet for a full minute, and no one went to paint.

At this time, Xia Yuning found that this kind of course is much more difficult than he thought.

Prisoners do have a high incidence of mental illness.

Most of them may have mental illness before they commit a crime. After they go to prison, their psychological pressure increases because of the dangerous and complex prison environment.

When Mr. Jiang finished speaking, no one responded.

And Miss Jiang is not a psychotherapist, just an art teacher, so she has no choice.

What's more, the director said that even the treatment methods of professional psychotherapists are difficult to work on prisoners.

Compared with the cage outside, they have a high defense wall in their heart.

Just when Xia Yuning felt helpless, a prisoner sitting in the last row picked up his brush and began to draw on the small white board in front of him.

The pencil rustled on the white paper.

The sound was especially clear in the silent studio.

Everyone looked in his direction, including the prisoners who had been sitting still.

The prisoner sat in the middle of the last row and was very tall.

Although he was drawing with a pencil, the gesture of holding his arm suddenly made Xia you Ning feel absorbed in a moment.

I don't know why, she looked at the prisoner and drew the outline of Qingsu around him.

This is what Qingsu's painting looks like.

Is that her illusion?

Xia Youning shakes his head and thinks that he may want to see Qingsu too much to have such a feeling.

She rubbed her eyes, but when she moved her hand away and looked back, the person behind the mask seemed to look back at her face.

Through the mask, but Xia Yuning clearly noticed that he was looking at her.

After a full ten seconds, he lowered his head again and continued to pick up the brush to brush on the paper.

He is very skillful in drawing. Xia Youning is so far away that he is stunned.

"Mr. Jiang, I'll have a look." Xia Youning said this to Mr. Jiang. Under everyone's gaze, he went to the last row of prisoners.

He was facing her, and when she walked towards him, she could not see what he had painted.

But every step closer to him, she felt that she was approaching a true face.

Qingsu, is that you? Is it really you?

Xia Youning called Zhou Qingsu's name in her heart.

The man raised his face at this time. Although he was separated by the mask, Xia Youning accurately caught the eyes behind the mask looking at her this time.

She went over and saw the picture.

Simple lines, but very vivid outline of the campus, trees, swing, and swing girls.

Qingsu has said before that he thinks her most beautiful time is when she is on the swing.

When she swings, her legs look the longest, her hair looks the most elegant, and her smile looks the purest.

Qingsu had painted several pictures of her swing before.

After playing on the swing in the school yard for a few minutes, Qingsu can draw a picture.

Every time she drew it, it was almost the same, but she liked every one.

Xia Youning's fingers began to shake desperately, shaking hard to control, but she still tried to reach over and took the man's painting off the drawing board.

Two tears fell on it.

She quickly raised her hand to dry for fear of being seen.

"May I have this painting, please?"

Xia Youning asked chokingly.