I am in the dust when I love you

Yu Chonglou smiled warmly: "Sedum is right."

Jian Zhen smiled brightly: "Then let's go and have a look, they put their faces together, so I can't spoil their interest, can I?"

Si Hongfeng and Qiu Jinian said with a smile: "Go, grandpa and grandma like you."

There are too many people in noisy places, so they don't go.

Yu Chonglou got up: "Grandpa Qiu, Grandma Qiu, we will come as soon as we go."

In the end, Yu Chonglou and Qiu Jingtian accompanied Jian Zhen over there.

The staff member also waited patiently aside.

Seeing the three of them get up, they consciously lead the way.

That lady was right, her friend was quite honorable, as she could tell by the two flower protectors beside her.

This is the young son of the largest chaebol in Kyoto and the president of Xinrui Group!

Fortunately, he is not a girl, otherwise, he would really be jealous of this little-known Miss Jane.

The three came to the meeting place, and many people were attracted by their astonishing looks, and they cast their eyes on them one after another.

Standing in front of the table, Mei Zhixiang clenched her fists slightly, and then released them.

Oh, she really dared to come, it seems that she has some skills.

The corners of Mei Zhixiang's mouth hooked slightly.

Jian Zhen, if the loss is too ugly later, do you think Yu Chonglou will not stand by your side again?

After all, the era when a woman's lack of talent is virtue has long passed.

Every man hopes that the women around him can enter the kitchen and even leave the hall.

The face is easy to age, but the talent will not be outdated.

When he sees the essence of your vase clearly, Young Master Yu's gaze will naturally focus on the person who really attracts him.

At that point, heh, you'll just have to step aside.

Thinking of this, Mei Zhixiang's mood improved a lot, and she no longer cared about other people's attention to Jane.

Jian Zhen found the table corresponding to the number plate in her hand and stood still, closing her eyes.

Yu Chonglou and Qiu Jingtian sat in the rest area not far behind her.

When passing by Taolin just now, Jian Zhen had already captured all the scenery on the road.

The old house in City A also has a peach blossom grove, which was planted by her grandfather.The scenery there is even better than here, after a while, it should bloom...

Jane really collected her thoughts.

Yu Chonglou had already told her what to compare here, and at this moment Jane really had a general framework in mind.

The staff stepped forward and asked in Jian Zhen's ear, "Excuse me, what utensils do you need? I'll bring them to you now."

Jane Zhen turned her head: "Please give me a set of colored pens."

The staff responded and went down. After a while, they brought a set of sharpened colored pens and a pencil sharpener.

Jane really smiled at him gratefully and thanked him.

The young staff suddenly felt that the peach blossoms in the garden had lost their color, and their hearts were beating non-stop.

He hurriedly lowered his head: "If you need anything, just ask."

Jane Zhen smiled and said, "Okay."

Meizhixiang next to her has already spread the rice paper and is coloring in the color palette.

Seeing that what Jane really wanted was a set of colored pens, she snorted coldly: "Miss Jian, this is not a wall painting competition in kindergarten. Tsk tsk, you really impress me."

Jian Zhen opened the rice paper without looking at her.

She had already seen this annoying woman sitting next to her, but she chose to ignore it.

But I want to see my own jokes, but I don’t know who should cry in the end?

It's just that she kept coming up to talk, which really made her helpless.

"I didn't expect you to be quite courageous. Do you see how many people are in the stands over there? There are Song Jingzhi, the dean of the National Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, Han Fu, Mu Qidong, Luan Su, professors of the Academy of Fine Arts of the three famous schools, and a few others. They are all well-known literati in Kyoto. Their requirements for art are not generally high. Miss Jian, I am optimistic about you, and I hope you will not disappoint me."

Jane really didn't look at her, but her voice was very cold: "Well, I know your good intentions, and I will let you know what it means to be impressed."

Mei Zhixiang choked, but then she wanted to say something, but Jian Zhen turned her head, stared at her with dark eyes and said: "Please shut your mouth! I hate when I'm working when someone is buzzing in my ear Buzz."

Her face was calm, so calm that she could not see the slightest ups and downs, but there was no warmth in her eyes, which made Mei Zhixiang, who was half-opening her mouth, feel cold all over her body, and she dared not speak any more.

It wasn't until the host said that the competition had started that she woke up from her daze.

She shook her head, suppressing the fear in her heart.

Just now, it must be her illusion.

How could she, Miss Mei, be bluffed by such an unknown little girl?

Concentrated, Mei Zhixiang put her mind on the painting.

There is no limit to the theme or length of the competition, but it must be related to peach blossoms.

Jian Zhen picked up the pen, and the thread flew off the axis.

She is already immersed in the artistic conception and color structure of the painting.

She didn't realize that as long as she changed a pen, Ruyu's fingers next to her would pick up that pen and sharpen it and put it aside for her to use.

The young staff next to him looked at Yu Chonglou resentfully: he robbed his job, and also robbed him of the opportunity to get close to the goddess...

Jian Zhen first outlined the general outline of the painting with a brown pen, and then colored it with colored pens.

The game time is two hours.

It is not easy at all to draw desirable paintings in such a short period of time.

After Jian Zhen spent half an hour drawing the frame, a vivid dynamic picture appeared in front of Yu Chonglou's ground.

Under the pavilion, the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

A slender woman dances lightly against the peach blossoms.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the petals flew up, spinning and dancing at the woman's fingertips and beside her.

The wind chimes at the corner of the building rang crisply, as if hitting Yu Chonglou's ears.

Yan Wanhui's demeanor is like flying, and Lihua's sleeves are curled up with jade.

Watch her bend her slender waist and dance steps, showing her bright wrists in the light veil.I saw Wu Huifeng, nowhere to find his whereabouts.

She dances lightly, her body is as soft as clouds, and lotus grows every step of the way, like gurgling water, like a bright moon in a deep mountain, and like a round dew in a lotus, drunk with peach blossoms, and drunk with Yu Chonglou's heart.

She is ethereal, she is charming, she is enchanting, but when she dances alone, she is also lonely.Although the woman in the painting is just a back view, she seems to be alive, dancing the most wonderful dance in the world in this peach forest.

Yu Chonglou read the artistic conception that others could not understand from the painting.

He was a little astringent.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with you, I cry, and I recall my life in the sound of heartbreak.

Jane Zhen, my girl, in this life, I will use my best ability to protect you, so that you will no longer have sorrow and loneliness.

I have no time to participate in your past, but I will definitely accompany you to the end in your future!

I would like to exchange three lifetimes of fireworks for your lifetime of confusion.

I only hope that you are happy and happy.