He can't always affect Qi Yan's image because of his little emotion.

Fu Ci remembered something, took Qi Yan's phone, chose to delete the message, and hooked his lips proudly, "That's it."

Out of sight out of mind.

Qi Yan gave him a funny look, but did not break through his self-deceiving behavior.

Hu Yao didn't know the situation on their side, and sent several messages to Qiyan asking him whether he would accept the draft. She and other little sisters were also very interested after seeing the picture.

As soon as Qi Yan was about to reply, he found that the person behind him suddenly hugged him back, with a serious tone, "You still want to accept their manuscript?"

A group of little sisters, isn't it a bit exaggerated?

You must know that there were no girls in the address book before Qiyan. If it is true, then...

Qi Yan patted the hand on his waist, "Come on, you want to strangle me? Besides, I don't plan to accept any more drafts."

Before receiving the draft, I wanted to keep myself busy, don't think about the current situation of him and Fu Ci, but he found that even if he was painting, Fu Ci would stick to him, and he could hold him openly and let him Draw in your own arms.

In this way, there is no point in accepting manuscripts.

"I will prepare well for the work for the competition in the future. The end of the term is coming soon. I have to take an exam, and I don't have time to accept the manuscript."

After Qi Yan finished speaking, she declined Hu Yao, then picked up the paintbrush, "I'll paint for a while."

I just finished painting Hu Yao's manuscript, and still feel it. Maybe can have some inspiration.

Fu Ci didn't speak, just hugged him quietly, acting as a human flesh cushion.

But ten minutes later, Qi Yan's hand is still a blank sheet of paper.

"No inspiration?" Fu Ci also knew that he was stuck, "Would you like to wait and draw again?"

Qi Yan shook his head. In fact, he had never thought about what he could draw on this [campus] theme. In the past few days, Feng Ziyu's picture was almost finished, but he had no idea at all.

At this moment, he even had the intention of withdrawing, or, just go to the school to take a scene and perfunctory...

But this idea was pressed by him as soon as it was born, and every painting should be taken seriously.

Fu Ci frowned when he saw his tangled brows, he couldn't help but stroked his hand, "Don't worry."

But he didn't know anything about painting, so he couldn't give any technical advice, but with a flash of inspiration, Fu Ci suddenly said: "Qiyan, will I take you out to sketch this Saturday? Don't be bored at school, maybe go out for a trip. , it suddenly became clear.”

He knew that prayer was the theme of [campus], but the other party had no idea when he was bored in school, so he might as well go out and get some air.

On Saturday, the wind was sunny, the clouds in the sky were very white, the breeze was blowing, and the clouds were slowly fluttering, which made people feel relaxed unconsciously.

It's a good day to travel.

Fu Cibang Qiyan carried a heavy drawing board, took several buses, and brought people to a beautiful suburb.

Qi Yan was a little dizzy when he was shaken by the bus, but when he raised his eyes, the discomfort disappeared instantly, and his face was full of surprise—

It was so beautiful here. They were standing on the edge of a lake, next to the hanging branches. The branches were scattered with yellow leaves. When the wind blew, they bent and fell on the lake, causing ripples.

The blue lake reflects the sky and tree shadows, and the three set off each other, and the beauty is like a painting.

"How did you find this place?" Qi Yan looked surprised.

You must know that there are not many places where city A can sketch from life, and he has been to many of them, but he does not know that there are such places with excellent scenery.

"Great, isn't it?" Fu Ci's voice was full of smugness, "I also searched for a long time to find it."

For a period of time, Qi Yan always ran out to sketch. If he ran too much, he couldn't find a suitable place. Every time he met, he frowned and said that the scenery was a little off.

Since then, Fu Ci began to pay attention, but when he found it, the homework of the prayer was completed, and he had no chance to speak, and now it is finally useful.

He helped people to prop up the drawing board and brushed away the dead leaves that fell on Qi Yan's shoulders, "You draw! I'll watch over you by the side."

It is also rare for Qiyan to see such a beautiful and clean place, and felt itchy for a while, so started composing the picture without saying much, considering the light and angle.

Seeing that he had entered the state so quickly, Fu Ci was a little helpless. There was still a bunch of snacks in his bag that had not been put out.

He can only lay the mat silently, and gently take out the snacks that Qiyan likes and put them in a place that ensures that Qiyan can get it as soon as he reaches out his hand.

But the other party drew seriously, and he didn't see his careful thoughts at all.

Fu Ci was suddenly a little discouraged, broke a branch, and patted the water in a bored way.

There were ripples in the clear lake water, and he inadvertently saw the fishes under the water that were disturbed and swam away, and he became interested.

Would you like to try some tools for fishing, will there be lobsters this season? It would be great if could grab a little and play with it, and maybe it could become a painting material for Qiyan!

Qi Yan was originally drawing seriously, but suddenly he noticed that the scene in front of him seemed to be different. The reflection on the water surface seemed to be mixed with other things besides the sky and trees.

He took a closer look, and it was a speech.

Fu Ci may be afraid of disturbing his painting, so he stayed a little far away, but the shadow was still cast on the lake, with a clear outline and the freshness of a young man, and it broke into his field of vision at once.

Qi Yan glanced down at his drawing board, and by ghost, he added a vague shadow to the blank space on the water surface.

One stroke at a time, the painting is very careful.

When he was about to finish the painting, the sky gradually became gloomy, the wind became stronger, and there were even a few dog barks not far away, as if it was getting closer.

Fu Ci thought of something, and his heart skipped a beat, "This lake doesn't belong to the owner, does it?"

He saw that there seemed to be a lot of fish in the water, and they were not too small...

"Qiyan, have you finished painting?" Fu Ci quickly put away the snacks, "Let's go after painting? It looks like it's going to rain in this weather."