I feel that my condition is not very good and I am not very satisfied with what I write. There are many classes today, and there is no way.

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Yu Sheng looked at Zhao Meina with some confusion. If you talk about sketching, the scenery here is nothing special; if you say you are painting a tourist, there are not many people here. Why do you want to set up a picture board in such a place? I really can't understand it.

The rest of his life who couldn't understand what Zhao Meina wanted to do, so he lay down next to Zhao Meina and took a nap. About an hour passed. During this period, there were only more than ten people passing by this road, and none of them came to Zhao Meina to portray her.

The girl Zhao Meina was not in a hurry. She still picked up the pen on her own, pointed her chin at the end of the pen, looked at the scenery in front of her, and printed everything in her eyes. After knowing it, she started to write the scenery on the drawing paper.

Yu Sheng slept for a while and felt not too sleepy. He watched Zhao Meina draw and sketch something like that. Yu Sheng had never learned it, but he always felt very magical. There is nothing more wonderful than using his own ideas to describe a world.

This is true for drawing and writing novels.

After Zhao Meina finished drawing all the scenery in the distance, she happened to see Yu Sheng woke up and said to him, "Wangcai, stand there, sister draw you in."

Yu Sheng felt that Zhao Meina had good painting skills and would not draw his handsome image indirectly. So she walked to the position she designated and put on a slogan stone lion shape that she thought was very majestic.

Seeing the shape of Yu Sheng, Zhao Meina smiled "puffed" and wanted to say something, but she endured it back. But she still couldn't help laughing out occasionally.

Yu Sheng looked at Zhao Meina strangely, "We are so majestic and majestic?"

He rolled his eyes, a little bit trying to see what Zhao Meina, who couldn't help but smile, painted herself. However, he knew that he couldn't move when drawing the portrait, so he barely resisted his curiosity.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Meina finally finished drawing. Yu Sheng wanted to come over and take a look, but Zhao Meina didn't give him this opportunity. She quickly moved the painting to the bottom of the drawing paper.

After the rest of my life, I saw only a piece of white paper.

"Wangcai, come and draw another picture." Zhao Meina seemed to have hidden the portrait of Yu Sheng, and couldn't wait to draw another picture of Yu Sheng.

Just draw it, and Yu Sheng walked back to the position designated by Zhao Meina again.

In fact, the place where he was standing was next to the stone slab paved on the road. Passers-by saw a cat standing there and being painted honestly into the painting. It felt quite interesting. Gradually, there were more and more people, forming a circle, watching Zhao Meina portraying the portrait of the rest of her life.

Because of the previous painting, the stone lion was sitting for a long time and was a little tired. So this time, he lay lazily on the ground with his nature, just moving his ears from time to time, listening to the movements around him.

"What do you think there are you doing there? There are so many people, let's go and have a look." Yu Sheng suddenly heard such a crisp female voice among the many low-key voices.

Although the rest of his life has not reached the point where he can restore a person's appearance by just listening to the sound, he can still roughly know some basic information such as the gender, age, etc.

Of course, you can know the gender by hearing the sound, which is something that everyone can do, and it is a bit suspicious of nonsense.

But who likes to pretend?

The female voice owner wanted to squeeze into the crowd like a flexible fish, without any mind. She might have skin contact with others because of her own movements.

Yu Sheng glanced at this woman and looked like she was about twenty-five or six years old. She was not a peerless beauty, but a middle-class talent. The key is that her pure manly style reduced her points a lot.

After seeing it for a while, he was no longer interested in such a man or a woman. In comparison, he prefers quiet girls like Zhao Meina.

This woman did not attract Yu Sheng's gaze, but the man she pulled over made Yu Sheng's eyes widen.

"Liu Yang, you kid asked me to wait for several hours yesterday, which made me discover you!" Yu Sheng stared at Liu Yang with his eyes and roared in his heart.

Liu Yang was about to say to his aunt who was pulling him, don't play too much, but when he saw Yu Sheng, he forgot to talk, just like a pillar, standing there blankly.

The rest of my life was a little strange to Liu Yang. Isn’t it just that ** was discovered? What a big deal, or is it a man?

By the way, when Yu Sheng first met Liu Yang, he remembered that Liu Yang was good at dealing with people. Why did he not make progress after two months? Instead, he became worse and worse.

In fact, Yu Sheng blamed Liu Yang incorrectly.

Liu Yang is very enthusiastic about most people because those people are outsiders, not relatives or relatives. After meeting this time, there may not be a next time.

Su Yuxiao's grandparents and the tomboy in front of him knew Liu Yang since childhood, and they almost watched Liu Yang grow up.

Even the tomboy lady in front of me has loved playing Liu Yang's little chicken since he was a child.

If Liu Yang hadn't been disabled and strong in his will... Sorry. If Liu Yang and his friends had endured humiliation, maybe what would he look like now.

Liu Yang felt that there was no need for these people who knew him well, and he pretended to be so amiable and approachable.

Although, using these two words to describe Liu Yang, it feels a bit like that. He is not a national leader and needs a friendly and approachable yarn.

After all, Liu Yang is not a complete little person, nor is he a big man with great hands and eyes. However, a small sapling under the grace of his ancestors and parents' huge network of relationships. As for whether he can grow into a towering tree, it depends on his circumstances.

After talking for a long time, I got back to the topic.

The tomboy pulled Liu Yang but didn't pull him. He turned around and looked at him, and joked, "Do you like a girl from another place that can't walk?"

There was a reason for her saying this. It was the two of them when they were young. I remember that at that time, there were many children in the courtyard, both boys and girls.

Liu Yang was still a slug at that time. Although he had never been bullied by a boy of his age, he was inevitably ridiculed for always following the little tomboy back then.

Although the little tomboy would always chase the boys with a wooden stick at this time, and he would no longer say bad things about Liu Yang.

But perhaps it was because these boys felt that being beaten by a tomboy had no power to fight back and were very embarrassed. So, they vented their anger on Liu Yang. In this way, Liu Yang was not very popular with boys and could not play with them.

Because of this, Liu Yang could only play with the girls. Liu Yang was still very young at that time. His unscrupulous second uncle secretly taught Liu Yang how to deceive the girl's first kiss by memorizing poetry.

Although Xiao Liuyang didn't know what the meaning of the first kiss was, it was just because he heard from Uncle II that the girl's mouth was strawberry-flavored, which was very sweet and delicious.

So, the young Liu Yang specially selected a woman among the girls in the courtyard who best suited his heart with a strawberry-flavored mouth.

In front of her, he recited the love poem that his second uncle gave him.

Little Liuyang has a very talented talent, and a miserable love poem made his memorial vividly. The touching little girl cried so hard.

Liu Yang took advantage of the little girl's tears and walked forward to take away the girl's first kiss.

"Pan!" The little girl slapped Xiao Liuyang's face and ran away with tears in the corner of her eyes.

Xiao Liuyang stood there blankly, motionless, but he was thinking, "The girl's mouth is indeed soft, but it's not strawberry-like. Uncle lied to me. And why did she hit me? What did I do wrong?"
Chapter completed!