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There are quite a lot of people around here watching the girl draw, and the girl is currently painting a portrait of a girl.

Wen Qing moved closer to the girl and looked down at the picture she drew.

The girl's painting is not completely realistic, with a bit of abstraction, and also incorporates some elements of Japanese manga, but the whole picture looks very coordinated, and it is also matched with the scenery of plum blossoms behind, pink and tender A large piece of paint, very beautiful.

The girl was so absorbed in her painting that she didn't notice Wen Qing and Qi Yang standing behind her.

"The painting is really beautiful." Wen Qing said sincerely.

"Can you draw me like this?" Qi Yang asked.

Wen Qing looked back at Qi Yang and smiled, "If you want me to draw you as a girl, I have no problem."

After finishing speaking, he added, "But we are not in the same style. We may feel completely different when drawing the same scene."

Qi Yang nodded.

Hearing their conversation, the girl raised her head from the painting, saw two handsome men standing beside her, smiled slightly, and shook the pen in her hand towards Wen Qing, "How about it, do you want to make two gestures?"

"Is it okay?" Wen Qing saw that the girl hadn't finished drawing, "I won't disturb you, and I didn't bring a pen."

"I have a pen, I can lend it to you, wait until I finish this painting."

"Okay, thank you."

Wen Qing turned her head to Qi Yang and gave an OK gesture, smiling all over her face.

In fact, Wen Qing hasn't painted since Mingjin left... No, to be precise, he hasn't touched a brush since Mingjin forbade him to paint in public. Throw it away when you come to the city.

I thought I would never touch a paintbrush again in my life.

Maybe it was because of that person's last wish, or because he wanted to forget that memory forever.

Qi Yang's hands were cold, probably wearing a little less, Wen Qing covered his hands before touching his face and let out a light breath, the white mist dissipated in the air.

Now that this person is by my side, I have an inexplicable urge to paint.

I want to paint this person, I want to freeze this person in the painting forever, and I will always freeze this person by my side, no matter what happens, I don’t want to let him go, no matter what happens, I don’t want to let him go.

When Wen Qing saw the girl's painting tools, he suddenly remembered that he was painting happily five or six years ago, painting carefree, painting freely, unlike now, painting still needs a reason.

He saw the girl's concentration when she was painting, and instantly understood why Mingjin protected herself so much at the beginning, why she locked herself up even if she would be hated by him.

Because he likes him, because he loves him, because he is afraid that he will leave.

Because he knew he didn't like himself, because he knew he didn't love him the way he loved him, because he didn't have enough confidence to keep him.

Even that Ming Jin who is fearless and doesn't care about anything.

He is only afraid of him, he only cares about him.

"Handsome guy," the girl called Wen Qing, Wen Qing came back to his senses, "I'm done drawing, should we have a comparison?"

The girl handed the painting to the girl, and the girl took it.The male ticket came to her side, hugged her and said she looked good.

Wen Qing smiled, "I haven't painted for several years, I can't compare."

"Just for fun," the girl smiled, with a shallow smile, shining like sunshine, and turned to look at Qi Yang who was beside Wen Qing, "This is your boyfriend, let's draw him."

Wen Qing was stunned, but Qi Yang laughed, "Little sister has poisonous eyes, well, you can draw me, I will stand there as a model."

After finishing speaking, he patted Wen Qing again, leaned closer to Wen Qing and said, "...boyfriend, draw me more handsome."

Wen Qing came back to her senses, said yes with a smile.

Wen Qing picked a seat for Qi Yang, with big pink plum blossoms reflected behind him, and helped him straighten his collar by the way.

Qi Yang wore a long windbreaker today, and wore a black scarf like Wen Qing's, looking very dashing.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to draw more handsome than you."

Qi Yang smiled, "I'll wait and see."

The girl took out a pair of painting tools for Wen Qing again, a little embarrassed, "I just brought an easel, can you hold the board and draw?"

Wen Qing said with a smile.

Wen Qing picked out a brush, adjusted the paint a little, and the moment he held the brush again, the feeling that he had left behind came flooding in like a tide, and after going around, he actually recalled the last time he painted.

-

At that time Wen Qing was still Xiao An, and Ming Jin was still alive at that time.

After painting for a day, he felt a little tired. In fact, he came to paint to earn some pocket money when he had nothing to do. At that time, he was no longer the state when Xiao Wengang died. Fixed performances, fixed income, but he likes to draw, so although it is tiring to draw without rest for a day, he still feels very happy.

Ming Jin appeared when he was packing his painting tools, standing in front of him with a smile, the setting sun shone orange-yellow warm light from behind Ming Jin.

He raised his head and saw that it was Ming Jin. Ming Jin was wearing a pair of big sunglasses and a hat. There were not many people in the park in the evening, and no one recognized him when he came and went.

"Hey, why did the big star think of running to me?" He said with a smile, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The weather in May and June was already a bit hot. He was baked by the sun for a day, and he didn't notice anything at first, but now looking at Ming Jin, there was a contrast, and he suddenly felt as if he was a layer darker.

"I heard from someone in your band that you have a side job. I'm here to visit."

Ming Jin put his hands in his pockets, looked at him and smiled.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, what a side job, I just set up a booth here to draw a picture."

He stopped looking at Mingjin, bowed his head and continued to pack the painting tools.

Ming Jin approached him and gently held his hand, "Don't take it yet, I finally came here, won't you give me one?"

"Hey," he straightened up, rubbed his nose with his hand, and there was a faint blush on his nose, and there were messy paint marks on his face, "it's not easy to want my painting, I'll pick one for you when I get home. I will send you my favorite work."

Ming Jin shook her head and looked at him fixedly.

"I want you to draw me."

Ming Jin's eyes were deep and her pupils were pitch black.

He was stunned, and then realized, "...Ah, you want me to draw your portrait, right, well, then...Let's make an appointment, when will I draw for you."

"Isn't it good now, before you pack up your painting utensils?" Ming Jin said.

He scratched his head, "...I don't think it's good to have you here..."

Ming Jin took a few steps back and found a good view, "You don't need to treat me as a star, you are Xiao An, and I am Ming Jin, I have no other identity."

He had no choice but to agree, took out his pen again, compared with the drawing board, poked his head out from behind and said to Ming Jin, "I guess it will take a long time..."

"It's okay, I'll wait." Ming Jin said.

He adjusted the color to a warm orange color, looked at Ming Jin who was smiling a few steps away, lowered his head and began to paint on the drawing board.

He tried to paint as fast as possible, but he still didn't finish the painting before dark.

The background hasn't been finished yet, and Ming Jin hasn't completely colored it either.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Ming Jin came over and asked him if he was alright.

"No." He was very frustrated, and he clearly agreed to draw a picture for others, "It's still close, I'll come back and make it up."

"No," Ming Jin said, looking at the painting, "we will come here again when we come back. I'm still wearing this suit, and you can watch me finish the painting for me."

He said yes.

-

However, that painting was not completed until Mingjin committed suicide.

Soon after, Mingjin came out of the closet, and then told him that he liked him, and then restricted all his activities, and then was imprisoned for several months, and then he left.

There was no chance for him to finish that painting.

When Wen Qing moved from his original city to this city, he threw away that painting.

Even if it is to be kept as a souvenir of Ming Jin, such an unfinished painting should not be used, the whole picture is full of regrets.

Wen Qing adjusted the color, red and white, with a touch of pink at the edge. He raised his head and looked at Qi Yang who was also a few steps away. He was looking at him with a smile on his face. , Qi Yang purposely made a face.

Wen Qing smiled, and suddenly felt the corners of her eyes moist.

Complete the painting that was unfinished before.

Let Qi Yang complete the painting that did not end for Ming Jin before.

Wen Qinghua was so focused that he didn't notice that there were more and more people around. Seeing that there were people comparing pictures and the crowd looking at the plum blossoms, they couldn't help but look over here.

The girl noticed it, she thought it was pretty good, these two handsome guys are much more attractive than an ordinary person like herself, besides——

She turned her head to look at Wen Qing's painting, only feeling a little surprised.

Wen Qing is of the color school, everything is directly colored, no need to outline at all, a little abstract, but at the same time, because the color tone is close to the original appearance, it is also very realistic.

From Wen Qing's paintings, she could see that his hands were a bit raw, and the lines were not smooth, but the foundation was very solid, and some details were handled very well, with a deep foundation.

After a while, the girl finished drawing first, and Wen Qing only had the background left.

"Qi Yang," Wen Qing called him, and Qi Yang stretched out his head to ask him what's the matter, "Stop standing there, you're tired."

Qi Yang came back, smiled and patted his head, "How tired can you be, why don't you still stand here and draw."

"Hey, don't look at it yet, wait until I finish drawing." Wen Qing pulled the drawing board towards him, covering it with his body to prevent Qi Yang from seeing it.

"Okay, okay, don't look at it, I'll go and see that girl."

Qi Yang said with a smile, when he walked to the girl, he saw the girl's painting of himself and the layers of plum blossoms in the distance, and praised the painting repeatedly.

The girl curled her lips and smiled, "Don't praise me for using up all the good words, how can you praise your boyfriend later?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about this," Qi Yang smiled, "There is something specially prepared for him."

The girl showed her face inexplicably.

Wen Qing also finished drawing, took the paper off the drawing board, and handed it to Qi Yang, with a bright smile, sweating from the drawing, and small crystal particles shining on the tip of his nose.

Qi Yang took the painting, and felt that the beauty of Wen Qing's painting was unreal, just like himself.

In the painting, Qi Yang stands quietly beside a tree full of flowers, with thousands of plum blossoms behind him. He is dressed in black, with a long windbreaker to his calves, embellishing his almost perfect figure.

"...Wen Qing, what should I do?"

After a while, Wen Qing saw that he hadn't spoken and his expression was quite serious, thinking that he didn't like it, and was about to speak, when Qi Yang opened his mouth slowly.

"...I seem to be fascinated by myself, who is this, am I so handsome!"

Wen Qing smiled, "Didn't you ask me to draw you more handsome, I just said that I can draw you more handsome than yourself."

Qi Yang was a little speechless, looking at the painting, he suddenly felt something strange.

He asked Wen Qing, "Mind if I add a few strokes?"

Wen Qing didn't understand what he meant, she just said that he might be dissatisfied with something, and if he wanted to change it himself, he said yes.

Qi Yang went over to pick up the drawing board, clamped the paper back on the drawing board, got some black paint, dipped in the pen, tilted his head to look at the painting, and raised his hand to paint on it.

Wen Qing really didn't know that Qi Yang could draw.

He thought it was quite novel, so he leaned over to have a look, and the girl next to him was also very curious, so he also went to Qi Yang to have a look.

Qi Yang took a very thin brush and sketched. The two of them didn't see what it was at first, until Qi Yang was almost finished drawing, they realized that it was a figure.

It was the figure of a man with long hair.

Wen Qing was still looking at the painting that Qi Yang had completed, the girl smacked her lips, "...I also [beep] a dog today, I shouldn't let you young lovers abuse me..."

After finishing a few strokes, Qi Yang took off the drawing paper from the easel and handed it to Wen Qing, "How about it? It's okay, didn't it ruin your painting?"

"How come..." Wen Qing murmured.

"This way Qi Yang won't be lonely, otherwise how sad it would be to be alone..."

Wen Qing's eyes wet suddenly, thinking of Ming Jin, the painting from before, and the little things he had with Qi Yang for such a long time, he just felt that his heart was full, he hugged Qi Yang gently, and put his head into the pocket of his shoulder.

Qi Yang was still holding the paintbrush and palette in his hand, he probably put his arms around him, and said softly with a smile, "...why aren't you afraid of being seen this time, there are a lot of people around..."

"Look, look, look at whatever you like, look at it however you like, anyway, I'm handsome..."

Qi Yang laughed out loud, arching Wen Qing's hair with his head, it was soft and comfortable.