Mommy, Please Wait To Be Loved

"Who is free?" Fu Jingting snorted, and stepped forward and took Tang Moran's arm: "Go, take you to see the fun."

"Where to go, Fu Ting..."

"Go to me."

Before Tang Moran finished speaking, Fu Jingting pulled Tang Moran out of the door.

Still the mysterious red courtyard.

This time, Fu Jingting walked in with Tang Moran directly.

This small red building has three floors. Fu Tingye took her directly to the top floor. The sunny room was filled with

All kinds of drawing boards and paints are painted everywhere, some have been completed, and some are only half painted.

In the painting, there are all women in red dresses, almost all of them from the back, not knowing what they look like.

"You painted these?"

"Yes."

Tang Moran was a little surprised. These 3 Fu Jingting usually looked rather dishonest, but he did not expect to be a painter.

No wonder people say that those who engage in art are crazy.

Tang Moran stared at the words in front of him. He stretched out his hand to touch, but Fu Jingting hurried over, holding it like a baby.

The painting was taken over, "Don't touch it randomly."

Tang Moran smiled apologetically: "Who is this girl?"

Fu Jingting's expression became cold: "My fiancee."

"what?"

Tang Moran was even more shocked: "You? Do you have a fiancée? Why have you never heard you mention it?"

"She passed away."

Fu Jingting looked down at the words in his hand, his eyes a little heavy and affectionate.

"what?"

Tang Moran's heart shrank suddenly and couldn't say anything.

"how come……"

"She used to be my model. Four years ago, after I took her to Yunshan to collect the scenery, an accident happened. When I was in

When the hospital woke up, she was told that she had passed away. "

Tang Moran opened his mouth and didn't know what to say to comfort him for a while.

"Sorry……"

Fu Jingting reordered the words and smiled: "It's strange, you know her again, she didn't kill you, so good.

What do you apologize for? "

Tang Moran was startled, dull; "I just think it's a pity, you should love her very much."

Otherwise, I wouldn't be alone in this small building, painting so many paintings silently.

Fu Jingting chuckled lightly and sat down on the chair, "Did you know? She was a person who didn't like to take pictures when she was alive.

After she passed away, I sorted out her belongings, only to find that she hadn’t left me a single photo. It has been four years and I have forgotten it.

What she looks like, I can't paint it even if I want to. "

Tang Moran's heart sank.

No wonder that in these paintings, there is only this woman's back. It turned out to be like this...

Tang Moran pulled a chair and sat down beside him, trying to comfort him: "But she will always be in your heart."

Fu Jingting turned to look at her, but didn't understand what she meant.

"As time changes, she will also change. Think about it in thirty to fifty years, she will also become old and full of recognition.

No, and you remember her most beautiful back forever, you know, women are most afraid of mentioning their age. "

After listening to this, Fu Jingting smiled heartily: "I don’t think I remember her appearance, so I just painted

Her figure is right. "

"Of course, when people see these slim and beautiful back paintings in the future, they will think of her beautiful face and think

By the time she was young, her face was not wrinkled after aging, how beautiful it was. "Seeing her comforting effect, she doesn't

You hold your head up, like a kitten with its tail up to the sky.

Fu Jingting picked up the paint and brush beside him: "Mo'er, do you like painting?"

"Um... I like it very much. It depends on how beautiful your paintings are. It's pleasing to the eye." After Fu Jingting didn't let him touch the paintings just now,

This time Tang Moran held his chin and looked at the painting like an admirer.

"Do you want to learn?"

"Can I?" Tang Moran thought he was a person with no foundation and knew nothing about painting.

No talent.

Wouldn't a great painter like him hate untalented people the most?

Fu Jingting held his cheeks and thought for a while: "Portrait painting is definitely a bit difficult for you. You can start with simple and bright flowers.

Flowers start, such as some red flowers with simple petals. "

With that said, he has skillfully poured the paint into the palette, and after taking the paintbrush, he can paint from the clean white paper in a few minutes

There was a small red flower that was vivid.

He used this as a model for Tang Moran and let Tang Moran look at the painting.

But Tang Moran has never painted an oil painting. The painting is not good, but it is crooked. The first one is finally a little flowery.

Looks like it.

Fu Jingting stood behind her like a mentor and nodded: "The first time I paint is pretty good."

"Come, let's draw another one." Fu Jingting pulled out the paper and exchanged a new one for her.

"Huh?" Tang Moran wasn't very confident in himself, the first one was so ugly, he didn't even look at it.

But Fu Jingting has an obsession with painting that ordinary people cannot understand.

He added paint to Tang Moran again, changed the drawing paper, and continued to stand behind her, urging: "Hurry up, paint

Show me. "

Tang Moran couldn't, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to spend.

This time is better than last time.

He changed her paper again.

This is the first time she has seen such a persistent Fu Jingting.

After drawing five pictures in a row, her wrists are sore: "I don't want to draw anymore, my wrists are sore."

"Look, you are already painting very well now, it is an excellent achievement for you to paint for the first time, Mo'er,

You can't give up, add oil painting. "

Fu Jingting commented on her paintings.

"But I'm too tired, I don't want to paint anymore." Tang Moran put the paintbrush and palette in his hand and quit.

"No, you have to have a beginning and an end." Fu Jingting was a little scary.

Tang Moran thought for a while, and pointed to the clock on the wall: "It's getting late, Ah Ye should go home, I'm afraid he will find

Not me, so I have to go back first. "

Fu Jingting also raised his head and glanced at the clock. As expected, time flies so fast. If his jealous brother

Knowing that Tang Moran has been with him for so long, I still don't know what to do.

Thinking of this, a hint of calculation flashed in Fu Jingting's eyes, and he bent over to pick up the paint tray that Tang Moran had just put down.

"Forget it, I have to look for you next time." By coincidence, the paint tray suddenly tilted when it was held by her side.

The red paint inside was poured onto Tang Moran's body at once.

"Oh." Tang Moran took two steps back, but it was too late. The red paint followed her white clothes.

Down, dyed the clothes on the front of her red.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, how could this happen, look at my **** hand, but I couldn't hold it firmly." Fu Jingting turned and pulled back

Took the napkin and handed it to her.

But the paint has been poured on the clothes, how can it be wiped clean, even if the napkin is wiped red, the hands are stained

With red paint, the clothes are still the same red as before.

Tang Moran was annoyed: "What can I do, I don't have any clothes to change."

"I'm really sorry, or you can change it and go home in my clothes." When my brother saw that, I would be jealous.

Mind the explosion, right?

Tang Moran was not so stupid yet, and if Ah Ye saw him wearing his clothes, it would be unreasonable.

"No, oops, I can't wipe it off, I'll go home and change it."

"Actually, it's pretty good-looking, it's so artistic."

"What an artistic sense? Really." It was all slimy, and she felt that she was dyed with red paint.

"I'll go, can you help me find an apron or something, it's not easy for me to go out by myself."

"Wait a minute." Fu Jingting went out, and when he came back, he had a black coat in his hand, which looked relatively medium

Sex, the kind that can be worn by both men and women: "Wear this first, at least not to be seen, and return it to me next time."