Department of Painting Shenhao

In the early morning, the sun shone on Lin Xian's face as warm as neon paper.

Lin Xian had never slept so comfortably in the past eighteen years.

Sister Qingxia’s quilts are so soft and warm.

I rubbed my head on the quilt, and the quilt still had hair?

However, Lin Xian held Gu Qingxia's slim waist with both hands, her soft belly was pressed against Lin Xian's chest, her legs were still on Gu Qingxia's big white legs, her chin rubbed Gu Qingxia's head, and her hands were still on her thighs

After I put it on twice, I thought the quilt was so soft.

Little did he know that the anger level in the 'quilt' in his arms had been rising, and he could no longer hold back his anger.

Suddenly, Lin Xian thought of something, and suddenly he opened his eyes and saw Gu Qingxia in his arms staring at him with "murderous intent".

"I treat you as my younger brother, and you sleep with me?"

Gu Qingxia rubbed Lin Xian's heart.

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Lin Xian pushed Gu Qingxia away like a hot potato.

"No, no, sister Qingxia, you misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding? Haha..." Gu Qingxia sat up.

The sun shone through the room and shone on her fair and beautiful back, but there were many scratches on her back. I wonder if Lin Xian had any habit of using Gu Qingxia as a quilt when sleeping, rubbing and scratching her back with her hands.

Gu Qingxia was woken up by him just after seven o'clock. Of course he was startled and wanted to leave, but he was locked in Lin Xian's arms and stared at him for an hour and a half. Only now was he freed.

"You were sleepwalking. You came to my room." Lin Xian said with a 'victim' tone.

"Of course I know I'm sleepwalking!" Lu Qingxia was so angry that her chest heaved, she smoothed her hair and said bitterly: "Didn't I ask you to lock the door? Why didn't you lock the door?"

"I borrowed the charger and forgot about it." Lin Xian could only explain honestly.

"You...you..." Gu Qingxia pointed at Lin Xian, "Ah..." scratching his head and going crazy, "I shouldn't have kept you at home overnight."

"Uh... how about I leave now?"

Gu Qingxia smiled sarcastically. Why did this sound so scumbag?

"Wait for me at the tea shed downstairs."

After speaking in a commanding tone, Gu Qingxia turned over and got out of bed. She didn't want to talk about these things with him on the bed, so she walked straight to the door. Only then did Lin Xian see that her beautiful back was all his own work.

After Gu Qingxia left, Lin Xian raised his hand and smelled it.

"Milk flavor?"

…

Tea shed.

Lin Xian took the initiative to make a pot of Kung Fu tea. After a while, Gu Qingxia came. Lin Xian was 'extremely' polite and quickly poured Gu Qingxia a cup of tea to relieve his anger.

Today, Lu Qingxia was wearing a pink Tang-made tube top dress and a thin shirt. She looked very dignified and elegant.

Seeing Lin Xian trying hard to show his kindness, this may be the only thing Lin Xian can do now.

Although nothing happened and the bellyband was intact, Gu Qingxia was still very unhappy.

Is this brother my nemesis?

Yesterday was really a day dominated by him.

From the courtyard wall to the interior, from the first floor to the second floor, from the bathroom to pajamas, from my bed to his bed.

"Alas..." Lu Qingxia sighed and said, "I went back to my hometown to relax for a few days because I was too stressed about taking exams some time ago, so I had sleepwalking several times. I asked you to lock the door because I was worried that I might sleepwalk again.

Because I woke up from sleepwalking the night before yesterday and I was lying on my side."

Although she was passively taken advantage of by this bratty brother, she was the one who sleepwalked there and took the initiative after all. Lu Qingxia was not an unreasonable woman and she had to make things clear to prevent the other party from thinking that she was seducing him.

Of course, Lin Xian could only take advantage in his sleep. If he dared to tear off his bellyband, Gu Qingxia would definitely yell at someone.

Lin Xian pushed the tea in front of her and said seriously: "Sister Qingxia, I knew you were sleepwalking last night, but I didn't dare to wake you up. I thought that after you fell asleep, I would sleep on the sofa.

, I just didn’t expect that I fell asleep too, I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

"Huh..." Gu Qingxia took a deep breath and smiled: "That's it, let's not mention it. Nothing happened anyway."

Lin Xian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you think so, I feel relieved."

When Gu Qingxia heard what he said, he became a little angry again. He cursed "stinky brother" and turned around and walked out of the yard to see if the painting had been stained by the typhoon and rain last night.

Of course, she was very concerned about what happened last night, but what could she do? Nothing happened anyway, so just let it go.

I, Gu Qingxia, said that I would only fall in love with one person in my life, the kind that gets married, and the kind that only sleeps with one man, my future husband.

But...this younger brother, alas...

Frustrated.

During the rest of the morning, Lin Xian continued to complete the final details of "Your Name" at a very fast speed. He wanted to finish the painting early and go home early, but it was too embarrassing.

…

Half past eleven in the morning.

The last stroke fell on the eyes of Mitsuha Miyamizu, and the finishing touch was taken away.

A lifelike "Your Name" is perfectly displayed on the wall of Gu's courtyard.

The ground was wet just after the typhoon. No tourists came, only villagers watched. Maybe they didn't know who the painting was, but the beautiful way it was presented was resonant, and it was worth applauding Lin Xian's painting.

Lin Xian also took back the little recognition he had.

"Sister Gu, what do you think?"

This was the first conversation between the two of them since they started drawing this morning.

Gu Qingxia was already cooking at this point yesterday, but not today. It's not that she hates Lin Xian, but it's just embarrassing, and the two of them need to avoid it.

"Not bad, very good." Gu Qingxia gave a thumbs up.

"That's good." Lin Xian was very happy to receive the customer's approval.

"What's your account number? I'll transfer money to you." Lu Qingxia asked. So far, the two of them haven't used WeChat.

Lin Xian then remembered WeChat, but adding Gu Qingxia now felt awkward and embarrassing, so he wrote down the ICBC number and handed it to Gu Qingxia.

Gu Qingxia transferred 4,000 yuan to Lin Xian and said, "I told you that if you paint well, I will add more money."

"Thank you, Sister Gu. I wish you a happy life. If you need to paint, please contact me." Lin Xian said very politely, packed up his tools, rode on Yadi, looked at this Chinese-style lady, and paused.

, said, "Sister Qingxia, I really didn't mean it."

Gu Qingxia smiled and said, "Okay, I know. Slow down on the road."

Lin Xian nodded, started Yadi, and disappeared in front of him, disappearing into Gu Qingxia's pupils.

Suddenly, Gu Qingxia felt empty.

…

afternoon.

Paris Sunshine Community.

Lin Xian has edited the video and it is being reviewed by Bizhan...

At present, the cumulative income of the continuous recognition value is: 15820 yuan.

However, Lin Xian didn't think about the value of recognition at this time, and Gu Qingxia kept appearing in his mind.

It was the first time for the eighteen-year-old boy to have such a strong feeling.

Lin Xian, who has been single for 18 years and 19 days, slept with a girl for the first time. It felt amazing. At this time, she still felt the softness in her muscle memory.

I took out my paintbrush and started drawing on the paper.

After a while, a painted figure painting was born.

The painting is a door. Standing at the door is a beautiful ancient-style woman with black hair blown by the wind. She is wearing a mandarin duck bellyband inside, looking pure and lustful.

Gu Qingxia.

This painting does not participate in the recognition value, otherwise Gu Qingxia would come to kill Lin Xian with a hatchet.

It was a picture that appeared in Lin Xian's mind and could not be forgotten for a long time. The art student drew her and regarded it as his own private painting.

'Ding--'

At this point, the system reacted.

'The system does not waste every good painting.'

'If the painting is too elegant, such as a top-notch private painting, etc., and is not suitable for display, it will be rewarded in another way of recognition (note: the rewards for private paintings do not include wealth gains, and only excellent private paintings will trigger rewards).'

Lin Xian remembered that the system had this rule, and the system would reward private paintings that were inconvenient to display, which was an additional reward.

‘Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining ‘Private Painting Mastery’.’

Note: I am proficient in painting women in all schools of Chinese and Western art. With this skill, I can draw women’s private rooms in a particularly realistic way!

"lifelike?"