President, give me back my body!

"Design comes from art! If you don't understand art, how can you do design?"

Facing Song Huaijin's whimsical words, Ruan Yu felt extremely helpless. If she had known earlier, she would not have agreed. Song Huaijin's understanding is not as good as that of a kindergarten child in an early education class.

"Ruan Yu, teach me how to draw! Just teach me how to design clothes, and I want to design one for you too."

Ruan Yu seemed to have fallen into a garden made of rainbow cotton candy. There was a sweet fragrance in the air, and there were many unicorns hovering in the sky. This sentence really pierced Ruan Yu's girl's heart perfectly. .Such touching and messy words, which girl would not be moved by hearing them.

"Then...well then, I'll teach you how to draw clothes."

She hasn't recovered yet, still immersed in the romantic fantasy just now.

Manuscript paper, pencils, and drawing boards are all ready.

"By the way, you said you wanted to design clothes for me. Are you designing men's or women's clothes?"

Ruan Yu asked.

"As far as you are now, of course it's men's clothing?"

It was like a bolt from the blue.

"The men's clothing you design is not what you wear for yourself in the end!"

"Hahahaha, don't worry. I'm just kidding, I must design women's clothing for you, who is beautiful!"

Song Huaijin answered wittily.

"That's not right, you design women's clothes, you can only wear them yourself! We don't know when our bodies will be able to change back!"

……

Song Huaijin can't design men's clothing or women's clothing either.

"I'm just practicing now, do you still expect me to be able to design a set of clothes just after learning?"

Ruan Yu nodded.give up.

Ruan Yu patiently taught Song Huaijin how to draw, from holding a brush to arranging lines and perspective.

Every stroke and every painting is holding his hand.Like a father learning to write by holding his child's hand.

After Song Huaijin had mastered the basic painting skills, Ruan Yu sat next to Song Huaijin.Watching him draw quietly.

He picked up the pen and slowly imagined Ruan Yu's appearance in the skirt in his mind.

She dances among the flowers.Singing in the prairie on the top of the mountain.The wind from across the mountain blows away her straw hat.

The picture is beautiful.

And she looked at him seriously, scribbling and drawing on the paper seriously, with a trace of serious affection, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

He said that designing a suit for Ruan Yu was really not just talk.Because Ruan Yu knew him.For her, all promises will be fulfilled.His profile is gentle and beautiful.Ruan Yu began to feel drowsy, and vaguely, he saw Song Huaijin, who was a boy, drawing beside her.It was the pink light hitting his face, which made him look handsome.Overbearing and charming.

Gradually, she fell asleep.She was dancing in the garden wearing a pink dress that Song Huaijin designed for her.

"Hey hey hey."

Ruan Yu smirked in her dream.Song Huaijin glanced at her, shook her head helplessly, and put the blanket on her body.

……

When I woke up the next day, I looked at Song Huaijin who was sleeping peacefully next to me.

Yesterday, was he the one who carried me to the bed?Seeing that she was bigger than Song Huaijin, and she had never picked up a man before, she had a sore nose and felt very touched.

She walked out of the bedroom, came to the study, and looked at the sketches on the table. These were the clothes Song Huaijin designed in one night.Although the style of painting is strange, but from the surface, his design techniques and original style are also a good work.

Ruan Yu pulled out the stool, sat on the chair, and began to copy the clothes in Song Huaijin's sketch.

Song Huaijin woke up, saw that Ruan Yu was not around, and immediately sat up anxiously.

"Ruan Yu?"

"Ruan Yu!"

No one agreed, he got out of bed and searched anxiously, passed by the study, and saw Ruan Yu seriously drawing in the study, he walked over quietly, only to see that she changed all his graffiti into comic-like clothes, He was surprised and moved.

Sure enough, there are occasional small surprises and small touches between couples, what a happy thing.

Seeing him approaching, Ruan Yu raised her head, squinted her eyes and smiled.

"you're awake."

What greeted us was a hug, the first hug in the morning.Plus a kiss.

"Well...you didn't brush your teeth."

finish breakfast.The two began to plan the next course of study.

"Go, I will take you to sketch today."

Ruan Yu happily said to Song Huaijin.

Instead of going to sketch, it is better to say that the two went on a date under the guise of sketching.

The two came to Hebin Park. Since this is a small park far away from the urban area, there are very few tourists here, only some grandparents who come for a walk in the morning.

But here is an art park where many people come to relax and relax.There are natural forests, natural small rivers, and endless grasslands. On the far side, there are real estate projects under development.It is far away from the noise of troubles and keeps the cleanliness of nature.

"Let's start sketching here!"

"I just learned to draw, and you let me do such a difficult homework?"

Song Huaijin looked at Ruan Yu suspiciously.

"Pull it down, if you want to be quick, you have to speed up. Besides, is that what you call painting? You are just graffiti!"

Ruan Yu complained fiercely about Song Huaijin, she put down the bag in her hand, and took out the drawing board, easel and two small stools from it.Put the drawing board on the easel, take out the oil paints, and squeeze them on the paint tray.All movements are skillful and quick.He really deserves to be a well-known fashion designer in F City.

"Today's task is to copy this bridge and this river into your painting, isn't it difficult?"

"No difficulty? Grandma, are you kidding? I can only paint blue water at most."

Song Huaijin said.

"No, you can. Believe in yourself."

Ruan Yu grabbed Song Huaijin's hand, took a little blue paint, diluted it in water, and spread it on the drawing board in large areas. "It's the color of the sky."

Ruan Yu was drawing while holding Song Huaijin's hand.

Under Ruan Yu's careful guidance, Song Huaijin danced on the drawing board stroke by stroke.Visions and prospects are already outlined.

A blue sky, a green hill, green water and green grass.Although it seems simple, it takes a lot of effort to start.

And the two of them still finished it hand in hand, if there was no one-on-one teaching by Ruan Yu.Maybe Song Huaijin's paintings are the same as those submitted in his primary school art homework.

After all, since elementary school, Song Huaijin's father has forced Song Huaijin to go into business and made him give up the path of art.

"People who engage in art are poor people, we want to engage in art!"

Song Ren's words kept echoing in Song Huaijin's ears.

But now, Song Huaijin, who has a successful business, is being manipulated by art people. Feng Shui takes turns, and the retribution that should come will always come.