Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

In the early morning, the sun was dim, and a rose bush behind somewhere else cast a soft halo of light.

Yan Qing turned his back to the direction where the sunlight was coming from, with his eyebrows slightly lowered, and was conscientiously adding colors to the painting on the drawing board.

A few rays of sunlight avoided the obstruction of Yan Qing's body and fell just on her hand holding the pen and the place where the brush strokes fell, as if giving the painting a soul.

On the second floor, Gu Zhao stood in front of the window, staring at Yan Qing. Unconsciously, his originally cold expression softened a lot.

She suddenly wanted to preserve this moment forever.

Gu Zhao's fingertips moved, and he subconsciously wanted to take a pen to draw this scene on paper.

It was not until his fingers touched nothing that Gu Zhao came back to his senses.

This is the Su family, not the Gu family she is familiar with, nor is it her private studio.

Gu Zhao curled her fingertips, stood there for a while, then stood up and closed the window.

Instead of just standing there and snooping, it’s better to blend in.

After Gu Zhao came down, he saw Yan Qing frowning slightly, and the brush in his hand hesitated several times, but in the end he did not put it down.

Gu Zhao paused. Was he encountering a problem?

She slowed down her pace and walked over, her footsteps were so light that Yan Qing, who was concentrating on thinking, did not notice her arrival.

Gu Zhao's eyes naturally fell on the painting that Yan Qing was painting. The painting was not of roses, but of unknown white flowers that were originally used as a foil under the roses.

Soft yet full of vitality.

Gu Zhaorou's brows softened, and he made no secret of his admiration for the painting.

If those famous painters whose paintings she had ridiculed saw this, they would probably vomit blood, wondering if there was something wrong with Gu Zhao's eyes that he would appreciate such a mediocre painting compared to their talents.

But now they don't know it, which can be regarded as saving them from vomiting blood.

Here, Yan Qing finally made another move after struggling for a long time.

The gray paint fell in an inconspicuous corner of the wall.

That place used to be a blind spot in Gu Zhao's vision, but now Yan Qing moved his wrist and revealed this place.

Gu Zhao's gaze naturally followed over there, but after seeing the extremely concealed corner of the blood-red skull hidden in the corner of the drawing paper, and the black cat next to it with a weird expression and staring eyes, as if it would jump out of the painting and claw someone at any time, her expression became a little more serious.

When viewed alone, these two things seem out of place in this painting, but when combined together they create a strange harmony.

But something was still wrong. The originally fresh and warm painting style suddenly changed its meaning.

Gu Zhao tilted her head slightly, moving her gaze away from the painting and back to Yan Qing. She observed Yan Qing's expression and movements while he was painting bit by bit.

No anomalies were found.

But the absence of abnormalities is sometimes the biggest abnormality.

Many times, a painting can reflect the painter's mental state and emotions.

Gu Zhao happened to see something unusual in this painting. Every corner seemed to indicate that Qingqing had a psychological problem...

Before Gu Zhao could think further, perhaps because she had been staring at him for too long, the person who had his back to her suddenly turned around with a faint smile on his face. But after seeing clearly that it was Gu Zhao, he could no longer maintain that smile.

Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked around. When she saw that there was no one around, her face turned completely cold.

"It's you, what are you doing here?"

Gu Zhao was not surprised by Yan Qing's obvious change in attitude, and could even say that he was used to it.