The daily life of not being a god

Chapter 392 010. Monochromatic Painting

Originally, with the slight drunkenness, he seemed to be able to completely follow his physical instincts, and finally took possession of the beautiful scenery in front of him with her.

Then?

I used cold water to wake myself up, and wanted to see the beautiful scenery in front of me in a good state, but I felt daunting.

Xu Yan made himself laugh.

He walked behind the girl who finished playing, and then put his hands around Zhimin's body.

"I like playing the piano very much, and I also like painting. The gallery I went to today is very beautiful. It is the art of Dansaekhwa. Mr. Lee Ufan, Mr. Quan Ningyu, although Dansaekhwa looks just A scroll made of a single color, but..."

The girl thought of something, "Don't laugh at me, I can speak some Chinese, but it's not very good."

"The feeling of cutting out the complicated and simplifying, using a single color to abstract the tranquility of oneself, and then simplifying the painting to the simplest form, woo..."

Sure enough, if the nephrite jade and fragrance were in his arms, the original feeling of guilt turned into another feeling.

Xu Yan's hand poked in from the sweater around Liu Zhimin's waist.

The sudden attack made the girl a little overwhelmed. The hands that were originally on the piano couldn't help exerting a little force, and the heavy piano sound came out from the piano box.

"Boom..."

"I……"

"You are now my work."

Xu Yan told himself not to soften his heart, isn't this feeling real enough?

He picked up the girl who was sitting in front of the piano, and then walked to another spacious master bedroom.

The bedroom is also spacious enough.

In fact, this room has a size of 380M. On the ceiling of the master bedroom, there are two circular chandeliers, a hand-knitted carpet inside, and an L-shaped pure leather sofa placed by the entrance wall, near the window. It is a chaise longue sofa bed where you can lie down comfortably.

Another point of choosing this hotel is that country H has inherited the customs of Han culture, and the spring stools placed in front of the double bed make people feel happy.

The spring stool can be regarded as a dowry-like item, and its original intention is to accompany the wedding, with the meaning of happiness and happiness.

Xu Yan knew this thing because he had checked it out, and it was a bedside table for bedding.

Although Xu Yan felt that it would be appropriate to put a girl on top.

The feeling of spring.

Just like that, Liu Zhimin was ignorantly taken off by Xu Yan's tight black turtleneck sweater, and then he was dragged off something.

Although the room wasn't cool at all, she shyly hid in the white quilt.

Then he hid himself under the quilt, not daring to look at the outside world.

Although she was curious about the decoration and style of the bedroom, she felt more shy.

And what will happen later?I've heard everything, but I can't seem to remember it at all.

Until a pair of hands grasped his wrist, and then slowly the whole body was controlled by the opponent.

"Okay, it's so bright, can you turn off the light?"

The quilt was lifted, and the girl felt that her whole body was immersed in the warm air.

"But shouldn't the lights be turned on at night?"

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin didn't know what to say to Xu Yan's justified reason.

Although it is true that the lights are turned on at night because it is dark, but now...

She felt that the restraint on her chest was taken off by him, and her hands involuntarily hugged her shoulders tightly.

And the last shred of fabric left as a line of defense?
I always feel that I have been tricked here by the person in front of me for no reason.

Still be used by him...

With warm and calm eyes, with that loving appreciation, I watched carefully.

She felt as if she had become the most expensive painting in a gorgeous gallery.

Being wantonly appreciated by the man in front of him.

But if the light is turned on so big, the painting will be damaged, obviously, too bright strong light should not be used in the gallery.

But he didn't, and even pulled his hand away.

Expose yourself completely to bright light.

Liu Zhimin felt that his face must be very red. How can there be such a domineering person who treats himself like a work of art, suppresses his legs to prevent himself from moving, and even pulls away his hand in front of him. Scanning with aggressive eyes.

If art can cry, it should.

But she didn't. Instead, she had a strange feeling, as if it was a joyful mood to be appreciated by a connoisseur who knew her own beauty.

It's just that the overly naked eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

And he appreciates it very carefully. The lights of the chandelier and the bedside lamp are no worse than the brightness of the spotlight. It seems that he has been placed under the spotlight that belongs to him alone. Although it is just a gaze, the gaze seems to have a substantial feeling .

She could feel Xu Yan's gaze resting on her cheeks, earlobes, lips, and eyes, and then slid down her neck. She also stared at her exposed collarbone, neat shoulders, and slender arms for a long time.

As well as the released, undisguised, the position where he has admired the longest and stayed the longest with his eyes.

I don't know why he looked at it so carefully, she obviously also looked at it when she was taking a shower.

I didn't think there was anything special, but Xu Yan watched it for a long time.

"Dan-color painting? This is also a mono-color painting!" Xu Yan picked up the topic Liu Zhimin had said before.

"What kind of monochrome painting!" She turned her cheeks sideways, not daring to look at the person in front of her.

"Huh? Didn't you say that you only use one color, um, the pink is too pale, as if it's useless, the coloring is so bad, but what if it was pink from the beginning?"

It seems that the pink gouache falls from the tip of the pen, leaving a little bit, and then blurring the painting.

In this way, we can understand the charm of monochrome painting. The color loses the original meaning expressed by color, and becomes a monochrome painting made with depth, form, texture or the way it is made.

The painting in front of me is like this, the light pink color of the gouache drips down like raindrops, and there are not many ripples, and the white color of the porcelain is unfolded flat and straightforward with rounded arcs.

"So, have you finished reading..."

Speaking without strength, it's not even a coquettish, it's just the same tone of narrative.

"Huh? When you go to the gallery, do you just take a look at the works and leave?"

"Ok?"

The girl froze for a moment, "How do you know about the gallery!"

"Life, how can there be so many chance encounters."

"It's nothing more than the intention of the other party..."

Xu Yan moved his face closer, intending to see it more clearly.

Such a simple monochromatic painting is the first time he has seen it, and it is also the most beautiful in his opinion.

God does not seem to intend to make it unique, so the same paintings are paired.

Liu Zhimin felt like he had been tricked.

Although she doesn't hate it... She even likes the feeling that the other party puts herself in his heart.

　Alright, let's figure out the rest.

　　Question at the end of the chapter: Do you know what a monochromatic painting is?

　　Who are the famous teachers of Dansaekhwa in Korea?

　　That is what this chapter is about.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)