It's still early now, and it's only past six o'clock in the evening when I finish my meal.

Even at ordinary times, it is too early to go to bed at this time.

What's more, I slept for so long this afternoon, and now I can't sleep even if I let him sleep.

Back in the room, Xiao Ai took the novel, leaned against Guangyou's bedside, and looked through it carefully.

Guangyou sat next to Xiao Ai, drafting a pencil on his notebook.

He wanted to record the scene in his dream in a painting way.

Instead of memory.

The content of the dream is easy to forget.

When I woke up, I might still remember seven out of ten.

But in the blink of an eye, it is possible that the content of the dream can only be remembered by one or two.

Better, you can remember the general plot of the dream, the environment in the dream, and the characters appearing in the dream.

You can even remember one or more fragments of the dream.

If you are a little worse, you will probably be able to forget the content of the dream by turning your head.

It is already pretty good for him to remember a picture after waking up.

As the gears of time rotate, memories may be covered with a layer of dust or buried deep in the mind.

In order to avoid this situation, Guangyou felt that drawing this scene was a good choice while he still remembered it clearly.

Just now, I have nothing to do at hand, so I can pass the time when I draw.

Because it was just a draft, Guangyou painted it very casually and had no details, so he simply drew a contour.

"What are you drawing?" Xiao Ai turned his head and looked at the notebook, but because it was a draft, she didn't see what Guangyou was drawing.

"Guess." Guangyou stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at Xiao Ai.

After glanced at the notebook again, Xiao Ai guessed: "Scenery?"

She also knew that Guangyou was drawing drafts now, and she couldn't tell what she was drawing, but she could also tell a rough idea.

"I guessed a small part right." Guangyou affirmed Xiao Ai's guess, but still didn't tell Xiao Ai what he was drawing.

"Let's forget it." Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou with a smile on his face. Seeing that he had no intention of telling her, he lowered his head and continued reading.

Hearing Xiao Ai say this in a plain tone, Guangyou smiled and shook his head, and explained to her in a low voice.

"I had a dream in the afternoon. After waking up, I remembered a picture inside. Because I liked that picture, I wanted to draw it."

"Dream?" Xiao Ai looked at the notebook and then looked at Guangyou.

"Um."

After responding, Guangyou lowered his head, pointed to the draft on the notebook with a pencil, and said to Xiao Ai, "The person in the middle is you."

As he said that, Guangyou remembered that scene again, and suddenly had some ideas, so he started writing and added a few more strokes to the draft.

Inspiration is hard to come by, and occasionally it flashes through my mind. If I can't catch it, I may not even remember it even if I think about it.

"Me?" Xiao Ai thought of the sentence Guangyou said before, "I drew a picture in my dream", and immediately understood something.

"Yes." After recording the inspiration, Guangyou stopped writing, looked up at Xiao Ai, and nodded affirmatively.

"It's you who painted it."

After saying this to Xiao Ai, Guangyou turned the notebook forward a few pages and said, "The paintings I draw are basically related to you."

Then, Guangyou turned back.

Unlike before, this time he slowed down so that Xiao Ai could see the painting above clearly.

"Yeah, I saw it..."

As Guangyou turned the page backwards, Xiao Ai's eyes swept across the notebook and looked at the drawings on it carefully.

"It's a good painting..." Xiao Ai lowered her head, and the hanging hair covered the curve of the corners of her lips. After a moment, she praised her in a plain tone.

"Hehe..." Guangyou laughed twice, then turned to the page of the draft, looked at the draft, and recalled the scene in his dream.

Sea of ​​flowers, white skirt, she.

These main elements are all on the draft, and now we are almost adding millions of details to the draft.

To be honest, he couldn't remember the details in that picture.

He has to think about all of these himself.

Apart from having a general idea, it is no different from a normal painting.

So, Guangyou was not in a hurry to draw this picture.

On the contrary, I suddenly had a new idea.

"Don't you continue to draw?" Xiao Ai asked when he saw that Guangyou turned to a new page.

She really wanted to see what this painting looked like.

"No hurry." Guangyou nodded and explained, "I like that picture very much, so I want to draw it more perfectly."

"Let me see it after finishing the drawing?" Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou and asked.

"Well, I will definitely show it to you." Guangyou nodded, picked up the pen, and started to draft the notebook.

"What are you drawing now?" Xiao Ai looked at the notebook, but it was still in the draft stage and couldn't tell what was drawing.

"You will know when you look down." Guangyou sold a lawsuit and continued to draft.

The background of this painting is not as complicated as the sea of ​​flowers. Guangyou just drew a window in the center and drew a few small photo frames next to it.

Then, Xiao Ai saw Guangyou drawing two people in front of this window.

Two people were sitting in front of the window, and one of them seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It's just a draft at the moment, and I can't read it clearly.

"Xiao Ai, please read the novel for a while."

Stopped the pen in his hand, Guangyou thought and said to Xiao Ai, "I'll call you when I've almost finished drawing."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai didn't continue reading after hearing this. She turned around and held the novel and started reading from where she stopped before.

In the next ten minutes, both of them were doing their own things. After Guangyou finished drafting, he began to draw line drafts.

Xiao Ai was holding a novel, leaning against the head of the bed, and watching carefully.

"It's almost done." Guangyou looked at the painting he drew and nodded with satisfaction, "It just didn't color it, it will look better after coloring."

"Okay?" Xiao Ai turned his head and looked at the notebook when he heard this, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So you painted the scene we sang together."

I saw a window on it, and two people were sitting in front of it.

One of them held a guitar in his hand, and the other leaned against his shoulder.

At first glance, both of them were facing the window, but when you looked closely, you could find that they seemed to be aiming at each other.

"Yeah, yes." Guangyou nodded, swept away the rubber dandruff on the paper with his hand, and then blew it again, "I feel that the scene is also very beautiful."

"not bad."

“That’s.”

After accepting Xiao Ai's praise happily, Guangyou twitched, "It's just that I haven't colored yet. If it were colored, I would feel more."

He used very ordinary pencils, not colored pencils, and he was not able to draw the feeling of the sunset.

"I'll get some colored lead." Guangyou put the notebook next to it, and then took over the colored lead that he had bought before but had not been used for a while.

"Xiao Ai, read the novel for a while, I will paint this color first."

Put the color that you didn't use for the time being aside, then Guangyou picked up a colored lead and started coloring.

Coloring painting is a kung fu job, and it cannot be completed in a short period of time.

So Kurayu didn't want to color the whole painting.

Just draw the feeling of the sunset and add some color to the characters.

"Um."

After reading Guangyou colored the painting for a while, Xiao Ai turned around and continued reading the novel.

During this period, she would also turn her head to see Guangyou's progress, her eyes stayed on the two people in front of the window, and after a moment, her cherry lips slowly curled up.
Chapter completed!