[Korean Entertainment] Perfect Companion

He inspires me to draw. —— Yoon Jin Hee

"Ah!" Yin Zhenxi blushed.

Two-thirds of the sketch drawn in the sketchbook is exactly the sleeping posture of Quan Zhilong just now, with soft lines and extremely delicate strokes, revealing the feeling of indifference and fragility.

When Quan Zhilong accidentally saw it just now, he couldn't help being touched in his heart.He didn't expect him to be like this in the eyes of a strange girl.When Yin Zhenxi painted him, he didn't have any extra emotion, but objectively presented a real Quan Zhilong.

Quan Zhilong has never wanted to grow up, hoping to be happy and carefree like a child every day.But with the growth of age and experience, in fact, he has grown up unconsciously.The kind of innocence, passion and longing that always revolves around dreams and feelings that cannot be extricated, and the inadvertent feeling of being alone almost disappeared.

He didn't know when he became like this.Quan Zhilong thought.However, no regrets.

Truth is always cruel and touching.He loves himself very much and can accept all of himself, all, the so-called good and bad in the eyes of outsiders.Those who like him follow him, that's fine, those who hate him stay away from him, whatever you want.

Quan Zhilong is such a Quan Zhilong.

I met a strange girl on an unplanned trip, and once again understood myself better in the other's painting.It has to be said to be a wonderful performance.

So Quan Zhilong was not angry. (Look, smiling!)

It's just that someone who is used to being a leader, and facing someone who is not in love, accidentally leaks his domineering side, and bluffs Yin Zhenxi, who has never seen the world, to the point where his heart trembles and he doesn't know why.

"I'm sorry!" Yin Zhenxi apologized at a loss.She is used to painting landscapes and still lifes, and seldom paints people. The urge to paint doesn't even occur to her to ask for the consent of the "painted object".

"Then how are you going to compensate me?" Quan Zhilong put his chin on the back of his hand and asked with a teasing smile.

Unknowingly showing a charming smile, paired with sunglasses, full of a magical handsomeness.

If it was an ordinary woman, she would already be blushing and suffocating.It's a pity that Yin Zhenxi's receiving channel is different, and he was only slightly affected by it. Then he thought about it for a while with a heavy face, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I finished the drawing, here it is... I don't want it..." Then This kind of depression that is suppressed and reluctant to give up, it should not be too obvious.There is no way, Yin Zhenxi has a collection of his works.It would take at least two months for her to reluctantly part with her.

The reaction is so interesting, I have to draw it before giving it. Shouldn't I stop drawing immediately?and……

Quan Zhilong laughed until his shoulders trembled, and he covered his mouth: "I like...me so much?"

"Yeah!" Yin Zhenxi nodded earnestly before hearing the last word.

Quan Zhilong looked into her clear and innocent eyes. In fact, he probably knew what the other party meant, but he was still in a good mood. He dragged his voice and said with a little milky voice, "Is that so..."

Yin Zhenxi seemed to hear a turning point, and looked at him nervously with wide eyes.

Quan Zhilong leaned back, and lightly tapped his hands in a tower shape on his chest. After satisfying Yin Zhenxi's appetite, he felt that her whole body was tense, and then slowly said: "I didn't allow you to draw me, So I don't need your painting, and I don't accept your compensation. And because of my work, my portrait right is very, very valuable, so I can't let you keep the painting for nothing. Just tear it up..."

Just tear it up...

Just tear it up...

tear it up...

Right ...

Like a plate of ice water falling from the sky, Yin Zhenxi, who has been well protected due to physical problems since childhood, has never heard such cruel and ruthless words. He was stunned and stared blankly at Quan Zhilong, his eyes turning red little by little. .

"Mo?" Now it was Quan Zhilong's turn to be stunned.Usually he meets people who are playful, and he has a playful personality in private. Seeing Yin Zhenxi's reaction is funny, he can't help but tease him.He didn't feel that he was being harsh either. After all, Yin Zhenxi's behavior of painting him without his permission was indeed a bit disrespectful, and he should accept criticism. Compared with his usual disobedient team member Seungri, his tone was much gentler.I didn't expect to make people cry directly.

Yin Zhenxi's crying was not crying loudly, she was quiet, her eyes were open as if she couldn't react at all, and the eyes were filled with water, which was particularly worrying.

"Ah, don't cry, don't cry. I'm joking, just kidding!" Quan Zhilong quickly said: "You made mistakes first, I just scared you, I didn't really make you tear up the painting, good boy..."

"Don't tear my painting..." Yin Zhenxi covered her mouth, sobbing softly.She took it seriously, she couldn't get Quan Zhilong's joke at all.

Quan Zhilong instantly felt that he had committed a heinous crime.Hey Gu, what's his rivalry with a little girl?

"Okay, okay, I promise. You can draw whatever you like, huh?" Quan Zhilong raised his index finger and middle finger together, making a gesture of assurance.

Yin Zhenxi: "Really?" Rabbit eyes with serious lack of confidence.

Quan Zhilong took off his sunglasses and met her eyes: "I promise."

Without the sunglasses, his sense of oppression has been greatly reduced, because he has no makeup, delicate and pure eyebrows, slightly puffed cheeks, and a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a sunny and mischievous little boy, his persuasive power has greatly increased.

"Really?" Yin Zhenxi murmured in a daze, Quan Zhilong paused, and heard her continue to say: "Really, I can draw whatever I like?" There is a big difference between whether this person wears sunglasses or not. My hands were itchy again, and I wanted to draw, so I carefully asked for proof.

So persistent.Quan Zhilong laughed and nodded: "Yes, yes."

"You are so kind." Yin Zhenxi smiled through tears, with a shy smile, like a timid iris, without a trace of haze.

Quan Zhilong raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and softened his tone: "You continue to draw."

Yin Zhenxi was relieved when he got permission.Under Quan Zhilong's somewhat guilty gaze, she took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, and turned her head to look at Quan Zhilong questioningly, her eyes were still reddish, Quan Zhilong immediately showed a pure and lovely smile, Yin Zhenxi tried hard to bend her lips , evoked a shallow and beautiful arc, lowered his head and picked up a pencil to continue drawing.

Re-entering the painting, Yin Zhenxi's ups and downs just now returned to calm and concentrated.The appearance of being trapped in his own world and unable to extricate himself is really familiar and strange.

Quan Zhilong looked at her with his chin in his hands, occasionally glancing at her paintings.The "sleep" in the sketchbook was completed bit by bit, and Yoon Jin-hee didn't even look up at the live-action version during the whole process.

Watching people paint is a dull and boring thing, but maybe because it is the protagonist in the painting, the posture presented by Yin Zhenxi's pen is relatively fresh, and Quan Zhilong actually watched her finish painting bit by bit patiently.

Quan Zhilong is a musician and a producer at the same time. He is unique in fashion trends. He has a deep understanding of colors and lines, and he has a good appreciation for art.Although Yin Zhenxi draws relatively simple sketches, he has already shown proficient basic skills and a unique perspective of thinking.

Objective, calm, indifferent.

It doesn't match her soft and quiet appearance.

And unexpectedly, after Yin Zhenxi finished drawing a sketch, instead of stopping to rest for a while, he just turned a page and continued drawing as if nothing had happened? !

This time Quan Zhilong directly put a glass of water between her and the sketchbook: "Rest, drink water." He noticed that she was licking her lips just now, and couldn't help interrupting. (resurgent gentility?)

Yin Zhenxi and the water cup looked at each other for five seconds, then slowly pulled out from the painting.

"Oh." The body reacted faster than the head, put down the pencil, took the water, and took a sip.

"What else do you want to draw? Isn't it finished?" Quan Zhilong asked.The destination of the plane is the Maldives. It takes nine hours to arrive at the Maldives after taking off from the airport in China.He went alone, and at first he wanted to be alone, refusing any communication.But it seems that he overestimated himself, or more correctly, it was Yin Zhenxi who made him a little curious.

If you are curious, you want to know.Quan Zhilong changed his state without pressure, from an indifferent man who didn't want to care about others to a curious baby who asked the bottom line.He has a unique appearance, his emotions are freely retractable, and he does not violate harmony. The smiling face of the little boy is irresistible.

"Paint you. You have an impulse that makes me want to paint." Yin Zhenxi said honestly.

The honesty is so cringeworthy.Quan Zhilong looked at her clear and sincere eyes, the eyelids were half drooped, he clenched his hands into fists and coughed.

This sentence sounded like a confession, but Quan Zhilong knew very well that she didn't mean it.

Quan Zhilong asked: "How many people have you said this to?" How easy it is to misunderstand.

Yin Zhenxi said seriously: "Only you."

Hey ancient——

"Why? I'm handsome?" Quan Zhilong accidentally smiled.A little girl who didn't know he was an international superstar fell in love with him at first sight, or was it the first time in her life?

Yin Zhenxi shook his head: "I don't know, you inspired me." Huahua is very particular about inspiration.Many times, inspiration occurs for no reason.

...and always feel happier.As a composer, "inspiration" is definitely a supreme word.Quan Zhilong pursed his lips and smiled, and looked at Yin Zhenxi with a new look.A master of coaxing people in the natural department?

Seeing that his gaze was different, Yin Zhenxi misunderstood, and said in a low voice, "I can draw whatever I like...don't go back on your word..."

"I haven't regretted it." Quan Zhilong said, "But you keep drawing and drawing, don't you take a break?"

"Fortunately..." Yin Zhenxi didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Are you afraid of me?" Quan Zhilong pointed to her white fingers unconsciously pinching the cup.He is so handsome and cute, with a cute appearance!

"I'm just, nervous." Yin Zhenxi took a deep breath, and said softly, calmly: "This is the first time I've talked so much with a stranger..." The topic of Huahua is okay, but what Quan Zhilong puts on is chatting pose.She wanted to continue painting him again. If she really ignored him, what if she regretted it (feeling that he could do it)?

From her previous reaction, Quan Zhilong could see that she was extremely lacking in experience in communicating with strangers, but it was inconceivable that she lacked this level of experience: "How old are you this year?"

"Born in 95, 20 years old." Yin Zhenxi said.

"It's an adult now!" Quan Zhilong said, but to him he was a little sister.He guessed: "This is the first time you come out alone?"

"Yeah." Yin Zhenxi nodded.It is precisely because he is an adult that he is finally allowed to collect folk songs alone.She has practiced what to do when being approached by a stranger, but there is still a huge difference between the real scene and the simulated one, especially she has "attempts" for this stranger.

"You can't do this, what should you do if you meet a bad person? Stop drawing, chat with me. Take it as practice, practice." Quan Zhilong said enthusiastically.

"But..." Of course I like drawing more than chatting.

Such a weak protest was of course useless, Quan Zhilong said domineeringly, "Chat."

Yin Zhenxi didn't dare to say anything, and there was a little grievance in his eyes.

Quan Zhilong threatened: "If you don't chat, you are not allowed to draw me."

I knew it.Yin Zhenxi thought sullenly.