My Ears Say They Want to Know You

Yun Jian Su replied to her.

Rose Tao’s heart bumped suddenly, and she had to put her phone aside for a while before she could calm down and continue the conversation. She was so afraid that when she was agitated, all she subconsciously threw out was the whole row of "Ahhhhhhh."

Rose Tao took a deep breath, her chest line floated slowly, and after a while, she retrieved the phone back in front of her eyes.

As soon as her eyes touched those three words, the "up" switch on her lips turned on in seconds.

What to say?

thank you?

But in this way, wouldn't it just kill the heavens?

Syzygium stopped in time, changed his strategy, and wanted to use a few words to extend this conversation.

She once again drafted a soft cute girl tone: Thank you Yun Jian Su Da, I will write now! But I still want to ask, is there a general appearance of the male host you envisioned in your heart, so I can move closer to that direction~

The retreat in the clouds is very official: you can paint whatever is in the play.

While getting the answer, Syzygium also confirmed.

Yunjiansu is a compelling king. His various features of social software and his chat language habits all show a slightly lonely bking atmosphere.

If she doesn't talk about the sky, he can talk about the sky too.

The rose apples are decided immediately, and they will be harvested when they are good. Don't rush for a while. Too much entanglement can easily arouse disgust.

It's better to draw a line draft first, take out something convincing, and let it become a vehicle to draw the attention of the other party.

Rose Tao cleared her throat, as if the text she sent out had a sound: Then I will go and study it carefully, and I will disturb you when the line draft is completed!

Clouds retreat: good.

it is good.

No, no, no, no, yes, yes.

The rose apple heart softened and fluffed again, and quickly fermented into sweet bread.

Because this word and this answer often appear in men's radio dramas.

Just one word, but so indulgent, it seemed that he was willing to go up and down the fire.

Rose Tao rubbed off the bed, rummaged through the cabinet and found the tablet. After she had found nothing, she suddenly remembered that when she changed rooms in the next year, she thought the board was idle and took up space, so she threw it home.

Time does not wait for her!

Syzygium wailed in his heart, and could only retreat to change the tablet as a painting tool.

She took out the ipad and touch pen in the desk drawer, opened the drawing software, adjusted the parameters, and compared the personal requirements sent to her by Xin Tian on the phone, and started to find the feel.

"Lu Baizhou: Suit and leather shoes, black hair and dark eyes, a faint smile, slightly drooping eyelids, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand on the top of the heroine's head, touching her head to kill."

Syzygium had a composition in his mind for an instant.

She flattened the pad and used her fingers to move up and down the screen to confirm the scope of the character, and then began to draw the line. For a moment, a male body suddenly appeared on the paper. Its lines were rough and scribble, but the structure was long and perfect.

As Xin Tian said, certain talents are muscle memory. Even if the hand is born, the habit that has been preserved over the years will make people quickly engage with it.

After the simple refinement, the rose apple erased the extra lines with an eraser, and the hero Lu Baizhou changed from text to picture.

Syzygium stared at his indifferent eyebrows, imaginatively, she felt that Yun Jiansu himself looked like this.

She carefully stroked the pen, shining highlights on his pupils, and the man's eyes suddenly became affectionate, no matter who it was, it melted for this look and action.

It would be even more wonderful if you could speak.

Rose Tao puts a bubble box on the back of his head, and then writes his own white moonlight: "Why don't you sleep? I won't call you tomorrow."

Even if this sentence has nothing to do with the background of the whole person's design, it is even a bit abrupt.

However, it doesn’t affect this one at all—

Absolutely.

World.

good.

do.

Syzygium emptied his fists, supported his cheek with one hand, smiled for a while, and finally brushed a few strokes. Under the man's originally blank palm, he drew a shy-faced stickman, and signed it on its body: Pu Peach.

Too shame, shame to excitement.

After being hi for a while, Syzygium touched the phone and photographed this semi-finished line draft, impatiently wanting to share it with friends.

Such a shameless picture, she can't bear it alone.

Rose Tao bent her eyes, clicked on the top chat box, sent the picture, and hurriedly pressed the key: look, the world famous painting!

She was ready to be overwhelmed by her friend's ridicule.

but-

It seems something is wrong?

Rose Tao calmed down, her face fell for a moment, and the evening color spread from her cheeks to behind her ears.

She was so overwhelmed that she had forgotten that when she ended the chat, she had invited Yunjiansu to the top of the pyramid on the QQ chat list, and she subconsciously thought that there was only Xintian on the top, so she opened her voice when she poked in.

The roseapple, who was still excited to curl up toes the previous second, was already embarrassed to the point that the scalp was tingling.

She was dizzy and her head was full of pinballs flying around, clinking.

After two seconds of suffocation, the rose apple hurriedly pressed down and withdrew, and the whole person was embarrassed like a pressure cooker.

Refer to the length of time before and after Yun Jiansu agreed to a friend's application, he should have not seen it.

She comforted herself in this way.

However…

Yunjian Su:...

Have you seen it already?

Syzygium's fingertips trembled slightly, a little apprehensive.

Yunjiansu: How did you withdraw it.

The roseapple's facial features were frozen, and my heart was ashamed. The words were sent to the wrong person.

Yunjiansu: It was not sent to me?

No... but it seems, too...

But, it definitely shouldn’t be this version...

Syzygium knotted, her mind was a little confused, her heart stuck in her throat, and she responded with difficulty: Did you see it?

Yunjiansu: Yes.

Rose Tao: How much do you see, the big picture or the small picture?

If it is just a small picture, there is still a chance to save it.

The other party was completely unrelenting, and even slightly ridiculed: I admired the entire world famous painting.

Rose Tao:………………………………

The chat box became extremely silent.

Syzygium does not know how to deal with it in order to appear comfortable. She is a sullen ghost with mixed appearances. She is not slick in dealing with people and things. In real life, she usually shows only one ten thousandth of her brain.

But now it was different. She pouted herself in a husk and accidentally rolled away in front of a favorite stranger. She failed to escape in time and was picked up by him, and she witnessed her ashamed of herself.

Soon.

The host in the cloud asked: Do you like this male protagonist?

As the rose-tao returned to his soul, the man only said a few words to build a step, and gave her a good excuse to justify her.

She was quiet and tangled.

The wind on the invisible skylight seemed to increase, pushing her spine, and she suddenly wanted to express her intentions.

Be sincere, Rose Tao, hypocritical decency will only push you further and further away from this person, she said to herself.

Make up my mind, the strength of the rose apple typing is firmer: no.

Syzygium: I like this sentence, I like it very much.

Yunjiansu: Which sentence?

For some reason, her face started to get hot again, and she bit her lower lip white: in the picture, you should have seen it. My friend is the latter part of this radio drama. She sent me a short passage, and that's it.

The chat box is quiet again.

For a moment, a 4-second voice came from there.

A short text message immediately followed.

Yunjiansu: This sentence?

The author has something to say: the male lead! cnm!