The heroine falls in love with scum [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Qingyan poured some tea into the recess of the inkstone, and rubbed the ink stick in the inkstone with a long, shiny black ink stick in his hands.

"Qingyan."

Zhou Muyan's soft voice came in with the knock on the door.

Lin Qingyan panicked, and the unfolded rice paper fell to the ground. She didn't have time to open the door herself, so she could only respond, "Mu Yan, the door is not locked inside."

Zhou Muyan gently pushed the door open, first pushed away Xiu'er who was following beside her, raised her feet hidden under her skirts and stepped into the threshold, glanced down, and saw Lin Qingyan's frantic appearance, and put aside the annoyance in her heart , stepped forward and squatted down, helping to pick up the rice paper on the ground, and the hem of the skirt was sweeping on the ground.

Lin Qingyan bent over and squatted under the table, supported the table legs with one hand to stabilize her body, picked up the rice paper scattered on the ground with the other hand, and was too busy to pay attention to Zhou Muyan who came in.

Lin Qingyan held a few thin sheets of rice paper in his hand, turned around to check if there was any rice paper that had fallen, but saw the skirt covered with some dust, and continued to look up, Zhou Muyan was standing in front of him, holding a piece of rice paper from the ground in his hand. Picked up rice paper.

"Mu Yan, I'm sorry to trouble you, just wait for me a little longer."

Lin Qingyan was a little ashamed, she invited Zhou Muyan to repay her kindness, not to ask her to help him again.

Lin Qingyan stood up hurriedly, but forgot that she was under the table at the moment, only heard a bang, Lin Qingyan covered her head with her hands and returned to the original place, squinting her eyes to suppress the pain.

Such a sound could be heard clearly by someone behind the screen, but that person remembered Lin Qingyan's words and did not make any unexpected sounds.

Zhou Muyan squatted down, slowly moved to Lin Qingyan's position, raised her left hand and lightly touched the place Lin Qingyan was covering, with some concern in her tone, "Why are you so careless, does it hurt?"

The pain from such impact is only for a while, just grit your teeth and get over it.

Lin Qingyan pressed down heavily with her hands a few times, and she didn't feel numb as when she just knocked down. This time, she took a few steps back, stood up and faced Zhou Muyan who got up after her, and laughed dryly a few times.

"Sorry for causing trouble to Mu Yan, your clothes are all dirty."

Zhou Muyan sat down and looked at the messy items on the table, "No problem...What is Qingyan doing this time?"

"It's ridiculous to say that I invited Mu Yan this time, it's for repaying your kindness..."

"You..."

Lin Qingyan raised her head and looked at Zhou Muyan without any panic, interrupting what Zhou Muyan wanted to say, "Muyan, please listen to me first, if I didn't meet you, I'm afraid I would starve to death on the way to Luoan City, So I owe this love to you. I want to draw a portrait of you. This is the only way I can think of to repay you. You know...Speaking of it...I can be regarded as a complete waste, I hope Mu Yan Don't give up."

How can I describe this Qing Yan, it seems silly and cute, I really can't imagine what kind of woman will fall in love with him in the future, if she is not entangled in something in her heart...

Zhou Muyan raised her hands and took off the silk that covered most of her face and put it on the table, looking at Lin Qingyan who was downcast, "Okay, if Qingyan likes it, let's draw."

"You promised?"

Zhou Muyan took off her veil, how could she not agree.

"Well, I will persevere until Qing Yanhua is satisfied."

Lin Qingyan frowned, stood up and turned around to block Zhou Muyan, with his hands behind his back on the table, facing the screen a few steps behind him, as if he could see someone's figure through the inconspicuous hole on the screen .

"Qingyan, why didn't you start?"

Lin Qingyan rubbed her eyes a few times, then turned around, "Okay, I'll draw now."

There was flat rice paper in front of Lin Qingyan, but she didn't know how to use a brush, so she held the center of the brush in her hand and dipped some ink into the inkstone. A line of ink thicker than the tip of a pen was left.

Looking at the ugly lines on the paper, Lin Qingyan became irritable, and continued to scribble on the paper as if venting. The black stain on the paper changed from a single piece to a piece the size of two palms joined together. Silhouette of a little man.

"Qingyan..."

Hearing Zhou Muyan's call, Lin Qingyan looked up at her a few times, but didn't have the courage to look directly into Zhou Muyan's eyes.

"Mu Yan, wait a moment, I'll draw a new one."

Lin Qingyan randomly balled up several sheets of rice paper soaked in ink, and casually threw them on the ground under his feet.

Lin Qingyan took a deep breath, her eyes moved back and forth from the brush to the clean rice paper, and determined to pay attention, she held both ends of the brush flat with both hands, and her palms led her wrists to move downwards vigorously. The finger-thick brush bent without holding on After a while, it became two parts, each in Lin Qingyan's two palms.

Lin Qingyan threw away the tip of the brush, held the upper part of the remaining brush with his right hand, dipped some ink into the inkstone with the sharp corner of the split end, and gently drew on the paper following the outline of Zhou Muyan on the opposite side, with an expression Unlike the first time, get serious.

After several times of tossing, Lin Qingyan thought that the completely dissimilar portrait in front of her was the best one she had ever drawn, and there was no need to waste paper. Turned into a paper ball, around the ground.

Lin Qingyan pushed the most satisfying one over, "It's really a waste of Mu Yan's time, if Mu Yan feels bad, just throw it away."

"I am very satisfied, thank you Qingyan for the gift, I will keep it well."

Zhou Muyan stood up, looked at herself on the paper, and flapped her right hand back and forth above the scroll in front of her.

Zhou Muyan responded to such a bad painting, Lin Qingyan didn't know how to respond to Zhou Muyan.

Half of the writing brush holder in Lin Qingyan's hand fell to his feet at some point. Lin Qingyan didn't pick it up, but sat on the stool, and the next second he slouched on the rice paper spread on the table. Without Lin Qingyan's Covered, Zhou Muyan's appearance was once again exposed to someone's sight.

Most of the ink on the drawing paper changed from wet to dry. At this time, it would not be a big problem to fold the ink on the paper. Zhou Muyan folded the rice paper into a palm-sized square, took out a thin Thin handkerchief wrapped and put away.

Zhou Muyan raised her head, her eyes were focused on Lin Qingyan's face, those few black marks made her feel uncomfortable, she picked up the handkerchief on the table that originally covered her face, put it in her palm, poured some tea on it to get it wet, and approached Lin Qingyan .

Zhou Muyan's hand gently caressed Lin Qingyan's face through the handkerchief, it was because of her, how could she ignore it.

Lin Qingyan felt all this, and instead of verifying her conjecture with her own eyes, she turned her head in the opposite direction and rested her head on her arm, and said in a muffled voice: "It's getting late, Mu Yan, go home, or your sister will be worried."

Zhou Muyan's hand paused, thinking of the words that her mother-in-law repeatedly warned her before she set off, if it wasn't for Qingyan's reminder, she almost forgot about it.

"Qingyan, I'm going back first, if you need anything, you can go to the Zhou Mansion to find me."

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Lin Qingyan stood up alone when he heard the sound, and seeing the open door, he was sure that Zhou Muyan had left.

"Brother, she's gone."