There was also a distinct golden line on the side of his face.
What a beautiful painting... ...
This was the first thought in Liang Yunsheng's mind.
Then, she could no longer lie down. Suddenly, she jumped up from the bed, put on her clothes, and rushed out without saying anything... ...
"What are you doing, little girl? " It was rare for Yin Qianchen to be shocked by Liang Yunsheng. He quickly put down the book in his hand and ran out with Liang Yunsheng.
At this moment, Yin Qianchen realized that Liang Yunsheng had not gone out. She had just run to the next room.
Suddenly, she began to work on her painting materials.
"Why does it suddenly have a nature... to paint? " Yin Qianchen leaned against the door. Of course, he knew that Liang Yunsheng was not doing it on a whim ...
There must be something... ... That made her want to paint ? ?
Of course, Yin Qianchen had such a guess in his heart, but whether he should answer his question or not... ... It would still depend on Liang Yunsheng ...
"I suddenly want to paint! " Liang Yunsheng did not turn her head, afraid that she would accidentally forget the scene just now.
She did not have time to think about the composition, or the draft, so Liang Yunsheng directly mixed the paint and began to paint on the canvas.
Yin Qianchen looked at her like this and did not mind that she suddenly began to paint so seriously. He did not even turn around to look at him.
Xi Bao's cry suddenly came from the room. Yin Qianchen did not continue to stand, but turned around and walked downstairs.
Liang Yunsheng was still immersed in the painting... ...
She had never felt that there would ever be a time when the inspiration would be more abundant than now.
Her mind was filled with the image of Yin Qianchen sitting under the setting sun, reading a book, turning the pages page by page, making people unable to take their eyes off him no matter what.
It turned out that inspiration was such an angry thing... ...
Before this, Liang Yunsheng had never felt this way. She especially wanted to draw something... ...
Because she saw something, she wanted to record it... ...
Really, before this, she had never thought about this.
Even if she drew Suzanne, it was to commemorate her and to try her best to remember.
Yin Qianchen... ... Was the first person ...
The first person who made her impulsive.
Liang Yunsheng wiped her face with the back of her hand. The paint on her face was smeared all over her face.
She did not care at all and continued to draw.
Under such circumstances, Yin Qianchen walked into the room and looked at Xi Bao who was sobbing in the crib. He did not know what to do with him?
He's GonNa have to face this little guy alone... ...
Xi Bao recently do not know is more sensible, began to want the mother's reason, acting coquettish cry, seems to be more frequent up.
Xi Bao pursed his lips and clenched his fists, placing them on both sides of his body. He blinked his eyes and stopped crying for a moment when he saw someone coming, but then he looked at the person who had appeared in front of him I'M GONNA START MAKING SAD faces again... ...
Because... ...
It's not mom! ! ! !
Yin Qianchen quickly reached out and carried Xi Bao out of the CRIB.
"Alright, alright, don't cry anymore! " Yin Qianchen patted the little guy's body gently, but his face was full of black lines. He... ... was he being despised again ? ?