The hostess has unique killing skills

Chapter 58 Drawing together

Almost running out from the cafeteria, Bai Tang felt that the breath oppressing his chest had dissipated a lot when he was outside.

Every time she sees Yi Jinyan, she feels uncomfortable all over, not because he is annoying, but because the other party knows too much, so Bai Tang always feels that she is too transparent in Yi Jinyan's eyes, and even those who can't see her are too transparent. The secrets of light are exposed in broad daylight, making it impossible to hide.

He hated this feeling so much that when Bai Tang saw Yi Jinyan, he would have difficulty breathing, and even wanted to run away.

But when you think about it, the hope and reality are often not consistent.

For example, the outdoor sketching class in the second session in the afternoon.

Before Fang Yuanyuan came back to class, Bai Tang could only find a corner to trace.

At this time, the sun was just right, penetrating the leaves and falling on the face with a slight warmth.

Holding the pencil, Bai Tang raised his head comfortably and looked directly at the sunlight from among the leaves. He was thinking about something to trace when there was a slight sound beside him, and someone sat down.

Glancing slightly from the corner of the eye, Bai Tang's eyes almost popped out of shock!

Yi Jinyan!Why is it him again!
Yi Jinyan acted as if he didn't care about Bai Tang's attitude at all. He glanced at the brand new paper on her drawing board, his eyes bent into a crescent shape, "You didn't start, and I didn't start, what are you going to draw? Let's go together."

"..."

"I think it's good to draw a tree under the sun, what do you think?" Yi Jinyan has already opened the drawing board and clamped a new piece of paper. He is holding a pencil and turning it back and forth in his palm, as if thinking about where to start.

Bai Tang took a deep breath, turned his head to see the man's non-stop movements, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "Yi Jinyan."

This was the first time Bai Tang called his name, it was hoarse and low, with a bit of annoyance.

"Huh?" Yi Jinyan put down the sharpened pencil and looked up at her.

The boy's long and slender eyelashes are raised along the eye-lifting posture, and each eyelash is curled up, with different lengths, looking like a doll he played with when he was a child.

The two looked at each other, one was calm and the other was warm like the sun, and the two collided with each other, stirring up shallow fireworks without stopping.

Bai Tang lowered her head hastily, unable to utter the words of refusal, finally she held the pen and said slowly: "Draw."

She didn't know how to reject this boy who was like sunshine, and she didn't know why she didn't resist his approach.

Very strange, very strange feeling, familiar and strange.

Yi Jinyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, took a pen to measure the big tree in front of him, and then said foolishly, "This tree seems to be several decades old, and I don't know if it is enough on the drawing paper." not big enough."

Bai Tang's pretty brows twitched, and finally chose to ignore this guy talking to himself.

The wind is very soft, and the wind near the evening is even softer and too soft. With the sun shining on the face, I feel comfortable and comfortable, driving away seven or eight points of exhaustion.

Bai Tang lowered her head and drew in a swish, with a focused expression and vigorous brushstrokes. Compared with others, she didn't seem to have completed the homework assigned by the teacher, but was a natural painter. She was concentrating on completing her masterpiece, even if the painting was just a tree.

At the beginning, Yi Jinyan could still sit still, holding a pen and sketching decently.But after painting for a while, he couldn't figure out why, so he was told to be impetuous.

Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his head and saw Bai Tang who was immersed in painting.

The girl combed her ponytail, which was not very long, and the ends of her hair were slightly curled up to her shoulders. At this time, a strand of hair was hooked mischievously over her ears, but she didn't realize it, and her eyes were only on the drawing paper in front of her.The corners of her lips are pursed, a drop of sweat hangs on the tip of her small nose, she looks very concentrated, and her five fingers are long and slender, holding the pen tightly, sketching, and nothing happening around her can attract her attention.

Yi Jinyan looked at it like this, and accidentally became sluggish.

(End of this chapter)