Warning, too cute! [Quick Transmigration]

The fragrance of roses lingered on the tip of his nose, and Baitang's earlobes gradually turned red. He lowered his head, a thin layer of sweat emerged from his nose, the deep red rose was still quietly lying in Su Siyuan's palm, silently but arrogantly Demonstrates a sense of presence.

Bai Tang felt that he had been provoked, but he was a fairy grass who was not afraid of thunder and calamity, how could he shrink back and be defeated by a rose.

Of course, I must, I must find my way back!

So the young man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and picked up the rose pretending to be calm. He took a deep breath, raised his eyes and looked straight at the man in front of him. Those eyes were filled with the gurgling spring water, reflecting A clear and bright soul.

"Then..." The boy imitated the baby snail, and put the roses behind his ears. His hair was as black as ink, and his eyebrows and eyes were the pink of peach petals. Among the dull colors, a cluster of magnificent roses jumped out. Hong, "So now I'm the prettiest little monster?"

Su Siyuan looked at Baitang steadfastly, his eyes were extremely soft for a moment, his brown eyes shone with delicate soft light, and he said softly: "Yes."

"You've always been the prettiest little monster."

So Baitang was speechless again, his face blushed and he remained silent.

The system was caught off guard and choked on the dog food, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Su Siyuan didn't make fun of Baitang's blushing, he turned around and walked in front of the cabinet, and found another long and narrow flat box.

Su Siyuan picked up the box and walked in front of Baitang. He stretched out his hand to stroke the petals in Baitang's hair, "I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to have long hair, so I prepared a hair tie for you."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing the snow-white hairband inside, which was silk that glistened softly like water waves, and the end of the silk satin was embroidered with emerald green patterns.

The pattern of the pattern is exactly the same as that of Baitang's cuffs.

Baitang opened his eyes wide in surprise, he looked at the hairband, then at Su Siyuan, the joy was beyond words.

"I think if it's just white, it will be a bit monotonous, so I added the pattern on your cuffs." Su Siyuan finished speaking and asked, "Is this pattern your body?"

Baitang nodded.

"It's beautiful." Su Siyuan's fingers stroked the lines on the hair band. The pattern was an abstract and streamlined line. The green plants had long, thin leaves, and the tips of the leaves curled into beautiful arcs. The luxuriant curly leaves outlined the It has a graceful demeanor, and the purple arcs linger on the rhizomes, showing a bit of ethereal air.

Su Siyuan caressed too carefully, and his staring eyes were too focused, Baitang looked at Su Siyuan's hand that was caressing carefully, and his legs softened for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Baitang found a chair and sat down. Su Siyuan heard the movement of Baitang sitting down, raised his eyes and asked, "Can I tie your hair for you?" Although it was a question, the tone was declarative tone.

He picked up the wooden comb and slowly walked towards Baitang in front of the chair. Sitting on the chair, Baitang raised her head blankly, looking at Su Siyuan obediently and ignorantly, and after a few seconds of staring at Su Siyuan, Baitang nodded.

Just brush your hair.

The inexperienced little monster thought so.

Su Siyuan walked behind Baitang, held the back of the chair with both hands, turned the chair in one direction, and turned to the full-length mirror.

The dark armchair was reflected in the mirror. A black-haired teenager in white was sitting on the chair. His black hair was long enough to reach his ankles. The smooth black hair was lifted lightly by the man, and a strand of hair leaked from between his fingers. It came out, keeping a curved arc hanging down on the boy's face.

It's like a grid of black veil covering half of his face, giving those peach blossom eyes a frivolous charm.However, the boy's eyes were still dazed and clear.

Su Siyuan looked away, picked up the wooden comb, and brushed Baitang's hair gently, avoiding the position of the little green seedling above his head.

The slightly cool black hair was held in the palm of the hand, the wooden comb passed through the hair smoothly, countless energy spread through the fingertips touching the scalp, Baitang squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Human beings have some very interesting words." The man's deep and gentle voice flowed in Baitang's ear.

"A comb to the end."

"Two combs of white hair and eyebrows."

"Sanshu's children and grandchildren are all over the place."

The black hair was tied up one by one, the man picked up the headband with downcast eyes, the snow-white headband was hanging on a bundle of blue silk, Su Siyuan's eyes fell on Baitang's ear, when the covered black hair was lifted When he got up, the snow-white auricles were exposed in front of Su Siyuan's eyes.

Su Siyuan held the untied hair in one hand and the wooden comb in the other. He leaned slightly and whispered in Baitang's ear:

"Four combs meet noble people, five combs weng and wife are gentle, six combs husband and wife respect each other, seven combs and seven elder sisters go down to earth, eight combs travel through the lotus road, nine combs and nine sons have everything, ten combs couples grow old."

The last strand of black hair was gathered, and Su Siyuan tied it with a headband, then took out a wooden comb and combed the black hair carefully, "—Ten combs until the couple's hair turns white."

He saw that the crystal-like jade earlobe was dyed red, so the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

The man leaned on the armrest with both hands and bent down, his chin almost touched the boy's left shoulder. Seen from behind, it looked like he had completely embraced the boy on the chair.

After the boy's hair was tied back, his childishness was also weakened a bit. Without the cover of the hair on the side of his face, his picturesque eyebrows and clear outline were completely highlighted, which made people afraid to look directly at him for a while.

In the mirror, the handsome and gentle man lowered his eyes and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Feeling that what was combed was not his hair, but a boy's heart, Bai Tang stumbled and said, "It's, it's okay."

Su Siyuan's eyes bent, "Then I will help you with this hairstyle tomorrow."

Baitang: "...?!"

Your self-assertion is too skilled!

Before Baitang was about to refute, Su Siyuan continued to smile and said, "It's getting late, I'm going to rest, and you should go to bed early too." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch the little green seedling, "You also need to rest early , so that you can grow up quickly.”

Baitang and his little green seedling: "..."

When going to school the next day, Baitang's new look amazed her classmates.Qing Dai cheered herself up, stepped forward and said: "Student Baitang, I want to draw a picture of you, can I?" He said it carefully, Baitang couldn't bear to refuse.

"Do I need to stay still?" Baitang asked.

"No need." Qing Dai quickly shook her head, "You just keep your usual appearance, you don't need to be too careful."

Baitang is in class normally, Qingdai will seize all the time to paint, he paints in a very special way, he doesn't need a brush, just put his finger on the rice paper, and the pattern will flow out from his fingertips.

This is Qing Dai's innate ability. Because of this ability, Qing Dai can also quietly draw in class. He puts the paper in the drawer, hides one hand in the dark to draw, and takes notes with the other hand, posing to listen to the class carefully. look.

Baitang watched in amazement all the way.

Qing Dai spent a whole day idle and finally finished this painting.

The painting is of Baitang's side face, Qingdai's brush strokes are so delicate that it seems that the pores on the skin can be seen, and the bright and dark light and shadow outline the outline of Baitang's face.Baitang's bones are difficult to draw, but Qingdai has captured the essence.

It's a pity that there are only three points of essence.

Only when you meet Baitang face to face can you know how beautiful his nose is, tall and delicate. If his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, then his nose can break the picture. The three-dimensional beauty and the shocking impact are so thin What the painting can't reflect at all.

"I didn't draw it well." Qing Dai frowned, stared at the painting for a long time and said, "I didn't draw one tenth of your good looks."

"No, it's very pretty." Baitang said sincerely, "If you don't want it, give it to me." Baitang hasn't left any photos or portraits yet, this is the first time he saw his face being recorded, For a while the novelty came up.

Qing Dai looked down at the painting, and moved her fingers under the desk, feeling a little bit reluctant.

I'm afraid that only one-tenth of the beauty was drawn, and this painting is too beautiful.It is a thrilling beauty that mortals can't imagine at all, a beauty that only nature can create.

"Can I take a photo as a souvenir?" Qing Dai asked.

After getting permission, he took out his mobile phone and showed a picture to the painting.After the filming, Qing Dai was about to put away her phone when she looked up and saw Baitang's profile.

The sun was shining brightly at that time, and the bright sunlight surged under the light gray curtains. After penetrating through the fabric, the sunlight that fell on Baitang's body was extremely soft, so soft that it made people want to cry.

Qingdai raised her mobile phone like a ghost, and took a picture of this scene.He didn't even dare to look at the finished product immediately after the shooting. With an almost pilgrimage feeling, he opened the album tremblingly and saw the photo.

The mind is blank for a moment.

"I, can I post your photos and portraits on my Yaowang account? I won't use it for profit, I just feel... I feel that I have created the best work in my life so far! I want to publish it."

Bai Tang heard Qing Dai ask him this before school was over.

"How did you have a Yaowang account without a license to become a master?" Baitang's focus was a little different.

"We are all painters, so we applied for a special account from Yaozu. I am the heir of the Qing family, and I have the right to use the account." Qingdai explained.

If some races of the Yaozu specialize in a certain field and have high prestige and status in this field, they can apply for a Yaowang account in the name of the race. This account does not represent the glory of a single individual, but a race.

Qing Dai is the most outstanding successor of the Qing generation.He now publishes a work on his account every month, and everyone can witness his growth on Yaowang.

The name of that account is "Hua Shi Yao", and it has 6000 million fans.

Among the total number of Yaozu people who are less than [-] million words, this number of fans is a very scary number.

The account records the process of the painting skills of the successors from young to mature.

Fans all know that the account is currently controlled by a talented genius from the Qing lineage, who has almost no shortcomings except for the low frequency of posting works.

Because the heir is perfect and flawed, every work is released at the end of the month.

Ma Shangyou who opened Yaowang suddenly wanted to see the paintings of the Great God, so he clicked on the account of "Drawing Stone Demons" to browse past works.

"Hey, the new work was released so early this month?" Ma Shangyou asked in surprise. He clicked on the latest work, and first saw the first text.

"For the first time, I feel that my pen is not strong enough, and I can't draw one-tenth of the beauty in front of my eyes."

Ma Shangyou curled his lips and said, "Tsk, it's boring to be too modest." He scrolled down the page and saw the first picture, which was the profile of a person.

Ma Shangyou opened his mouth wide, "Wow, this painting is so good, this light and shadow! This pore! This color! I am dead!" He admired it carefully for 3 minutes, "The painting is really good .”

While Ma Shangyou was feeling emotional, he scrolled down the page, and he saw a photo——

The phone slipped from the palm.

The author has something to say: Thank you very much for Xing&Yue’s private message for providing Ma Shangren’s design~