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    Zheng Yimian took a look at the piece of fabric, and immediately said: "Look at other ways to remedy it. Can I paint on this clothes?"

    "You can paint," the senior sister was taken aback for a moment, then she nodded quickly, turned around and said to the people behind her, "Get some paint!"

    When someone found the paint, Zheng Yimian happened to conceive it.

    She took a Baiyun pen, dipped it in the water, dabbed some light blue, and asked, "How long will it take to be on stage?"

    Liang Yu glanced at his watch, raised his eyes and said, "Fifteen minutes."

    Zheng Yimian lowered her eyelashes, and the light and shadow cast a row of fan-like shadows on her lower eyelids.

    She thought for a while, and quickly said: "Enough."

    In the background, everyone made a momentary commotion, like a boulder being thrown into the bottom of the sea, and it quickly subsided.

    All eyes fell on Zheng Yimian.

    There was no irritability between her brows, and she didn't take this incident as a disturbing accident.

    When everyone is depressed, the aura around her is comfortable and positive.

    Some people saw her outline the basic shapes on the clothes, and said to her friends: "She is so optimistic."

    "You can be so optimistic if you have the ability and confidence."

    "I don't think, I think she should be, she will think about things in a positive way, similar to that kind ofmeta"

    "Vitality girl?"

    "Yes, yes, this is it."

    During the discussion in a low voice, Zheng Yimian had already drawn the basic shape, and after stitching the cracks with thread, he started to paint.

    Because of the material of the clothes, the stitched part is really not very good-looking, especially obvious.

    She stuck to the crack and drew an epiphyllum.

    The crack was around the shoulder, so she simply drew the rhizome on the crack, followed the rhizome all the way up, and painted petals on the side of the senior sister's neck.

    Finally, she outlines the rhizome with black to create the visual illusion that the flowers are tied to the clothes.

    In this way, the suture shape that was just obvious just now was just suppressed, so it couldn't be seen at all.

    Everyone exchanged a surprised look with each other.

    "The Department of Fine Arts is well-deserved of its reputation. This ability to respond and transform is really not covered."

    "A person is like a painting, it's so beautiful."

    Moreover, the flowers are still painted epiphyllums, and the intention of the painting coincides with this dress and the catwalk.

    Zheng Yimian sat on the empty long table, turned sideways for too long, the belt on his shoulders couldn't stop sliding down.  After finishing the painting, she said "It's finished", and the senior sister quickly stood up and went to the mirror to see the finished product.

    Liang Yu stood in front of Zheng Yimian, watched her glance at the bucket at a distance, maintained the posture of sitting on the table with his side legs, and bit the wooden pen holder of the paintbrush horizontally.  The lips are stained with a velvety red, and the lip line is clear.

    Her makeup today is exquisite, and one or two strands of hair slipped from her ears and fell on her cheeks.

    She propped herself up with her left hand, lowered her head and stretched out her right hand to pull the belt. The supraclavicular fossa was deeply sunken, revealing a beautiful white collarbone.

    Rubbing her fingers against her shoulders, she pulled up the disobedient belt and hung it on her shoulders.

    Liang Yu's Adam's apple twitched, reminding him of Hong Kong movies in the 1970s and 1980s.

    The background was coated with an ambiguous warm yellow, and she was right in the center of the line of sight, with a restrained and unrestrained beauty in every move.

    Liang Yu walked up to her, bent down, and reached for the paintbrush.

    Zheng Yimian was taken aback for a moment, then remembered to let go.

    He rubbed the barrel of the pen with his fingertips to wipe off the lipstick she had accidentally stained on it, and then threw the pen into the bucket.

    It was obviously a very common movement, but because of Liang Yu's silence and deep eyes, it made Zheng Yimian's cheeks burn for no reason.

    "Okay, let's play!" The senior sister smiled, "Who are you to wake up Mianmian?"

    The nearby boy stepped forward and was about to stretch out his hand to pull Zheng Yimian, when he suddenly received a gaze that was like frost in winter.

    He looked at Liang Yu, and was so intimidated by that gaze that he withdrew his hand, circled his elbow, and finally scratched the back of his head

    Liang Yu tilted his head slightly with satisfaction, walked up to Zheng Yimian, leaned over, and stretched out his hand.

    Zheng Yimian hesitated, and immediately touched his dry palm.

    Inexplicably, she thought of everything behind that classroom door, his laughing voice, scorching breath, and slightly cool fingers.

    Zheng;Two people walked to the middle of the road.

    Xiao Feng stretched out the doll bear in his hand, and said leisurely amidst the whistles: "Hello, I am Xiao Feng from the Design Department, and I have been following you for a long time."

    As soon as the person in front of him opened his mouth, Zheng Yimian began to think about the reasons for his refusal.

    ////

    Liang Yu was following Zhao Yuan to watch the show offstage.

    He originally wanted to go back directly, but Zhao Yuanfei wanted to drag him to watch some instructor's performance, so he had no choice but to stay.

    Zhao Yuan saw him playing games, and took out his mobile phone to play games. When the screen of the mobile phone turned on, he saw a few messages, and almost threw the mobile phone out.

    "I rely on it!!"

    It caused everyone to look sideways at this place frequently.

    Liang Yu glanced at him: "What a fuss again?"

    "I didn't, no," Zhao Yuan blinked, and said, "Damn, I just said why Xiao Feng didn't watch the show today, so I had other plans!"

    Zhao Yuan shook Liang Yu's shoulders, thinking of Xiao Feng's history of flirting with girls that could almost be written into a book, with a complicated look on his face: "Brother Yu, it's the one I told you before, Xiao Feng who was grabbed by a lot of girlfriends,  Confess to my sister-in-law downstairs tonight."

    Liang Yu looked away from the game screen and squinted: "It's over?"

    "No, just at the beginning," Zhao Yuan rubbed his head, "It is said that the setting of the scene is very romantic. A friend said that it is the kind that girls like"

    Zhao Yuan is still chattering: "I don't know what type of sister-in-law likes? What should we do? Is there any countermeasure? Or we"

    Liang Yu pulled away the bench, stood up quickly and left the field.

    Zhao Yuan took his clothes and chased him out: "You wait for me!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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