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Chapter 1052 Draw My Name On You (4)

At the dining table, after Ye Musheng finished his breakfast, he gently put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and said to his family: "I've finished eating, you all take your time, I'm going to school first."

The original owner is now a teacher at school and has classes every day, so he needs to rush to school to attend class after eating.

Mrs. Ye swallowed the porridge in her mouth, nodded and smiled at Ye Musheng: "Well, let's go."

As soon as Mrs. Ye finished speaking, Ye Yunsha quickly raised her arm, waved and said, "Second brother, goodbye."

"Yeah." Ye Musheng nodded, and when he stood up and was about to leave, Ye Xiuzhu, who had been silent for a long time, was finally the eldest brother of the Ye family.

"Mu Sheng, I think it might rain today, remember to bring your umbrella."

"Okay." Looking back at Ye Xiuzhu's eyes, Ye Musheng couldn't help sighing in his heart, and at the same time, Ye Musheng nodded and smiled, "Thank you brother."

This family is so nice...

Just like that, wearing a green shirt, taking the textbooks needed for teaching, and taking a light blue oil-paper umbrella, Ye Musheng pushed open the door and walked out of Ye's house.

The original owner's class today is the first two periods in the morning, so after he finishes his class, he can just go to the place where his lover in this plane often sets up stalls and paints, so-called 'encounter'.

High pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the winding green hills are faintly visible, and a slanting sunset is pouring down from the hills. Ye Musheng is walking steadily, passing by the pond full of lotus flowers, hearing the melodious and melodious singing from the water, enjoying the misty rain The beauty brought by Jiangnan.

Gradually, Ye Musheng's reluctance to come to the new position slowly dissipated, and his nerves could not help but relax.

At this time, a man with an easel, drawing board and other painting tools on his back, many rolls of drawing paper in his hand, wearing a light gray gown, with a lonely and indifferent expression, stopped under a certain bridge in the south of the Yangtze River.

Looking up at the misty scenery in the early morning, Xu Qingxian found a place next to the willow tree, and slowly put down the things he was carrying, one by one carefully.

After placing the drawing board on the easel and setting up the booth, Xu Qingxian raised his eyes and glanced at the green hills in the distance, lifted up his clothes and sat under the willow tree, took out a paintbrush, with an indifferent expression, as if he had no distractions, and started to paint casually With the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Time passed by, and there was not a single pedestrian passing by, who stopped in front of Xu Qingxian's booth, and Xu Qingxian didn't seem to care, his expression didn't change at all, and he was still seriously depicting the willow and stone bridge on the paper Castle Peak.

Just drawing and drawing, Xu Qingxian frowned suddenly, his hands paused, and he stopped painting.

There are mountains, waters, trees, and the white stone bridge that he walks through every day, but this painting always feels like something is missing...

After a moment of silence, when he saw someone walking over from the stone bridge, Xu Qingxian's frown slowly relaxed, and he quickly drew down the woman who was walking over.

With scenery, what is lacking is probably people...

Lowering his head, following the figure that appeared in his mind, Xu Qingxian began to draw with a brush.

But after only a few strokes, Xu Qingxian, who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, suddenly lost his inspiration and stopped his movements again.

How to draw...

Staring at the painting for a moment, he frowned and put down the brush, and then took off the drawing paper.

Forget it...

As the drizzle gradually picked up, Xu Qingxian frowned and tore the unfinished painting in half with skillful movements and calm eyes, as if this action had been done countless times.

The ruined painting, there is no need to continue painting...

(End of this chapter)