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Lin Shenlu looked at it, and was really attracted by the details on the female painter's canvas.

The female artist painted oil paintings, and the left and right sides were very detailed ancient tree trunks.

In the middle are people coming and going on the bluestone slab.

The green leaves are extending from the outside to the inside, and the sense of space is very strong.

The layers are also very distinct.

On the Qingshiban road, among the crowd under the old tree, the most conspicuous one was a girl.

The brushstrokes of the female painter are very agile. With the messy hair floating, she looks back with dull eyes...

That was clearly what Su Baoer looked like.

It's hard to imagine that this female artist would actually paint Su Baoer standing not far away into an oil painting.

And the overall feel is very proportionate.

The color contrast and lightness and darkness are all top-notch.

No wonder Su Baoer stared carefully at the canvas just now and then glanced at the female painter.

Co-authoring is that she also finds herself painted on canvas.

The female artist quietly continued to add color to the canvas.

Su Baoer looked left and right seriously.

Lin Shenlu did not approach, but lit a cigarette beside him.

In the silence, Lin Shenlu carefully looked at the female painter.

In his early 20s, he looks clean, his hair is casually coiled behind his head, and there is an oil painting brush stuck between the curls.

The black loose knit sweater can hardly conceal his thin figure.

The face is delicate and clean, sometimes frowning to adjust the color, sometimes modifying the contrast of light and dark.

Finally, the female artist let out a sigh of relief.

The painting is finished.

You can see such wild painters on the streets of Guyan Painting Township, and in any corner of Dagangtou Town.

They use the richest colors in their brushes to paint the natural heat, scenery and crowds.

It's just that the female artist herself is very satisfied with this painting, but in Lin Shenlu's eyes, there is something special about it.

Even though Su Baoer's image is integrated into the environment as much as possible in the painting, it is still somewhat out of place.

It has to be said that the female painter vividly portrayed Su Baoer's lonely figure, her lonely looking back and the blankness in her eyes.

But it is precisely because of this that this painting seems a bit sad.

The female artist smiled slightly, and gave the painting to Su Baoer, who was squatting aside stupidly.

"Do you like it? Here it is for you." The female painter said softly.

Su Baoer nodded repeatedly.

"Lu Wazi...Look at it...the painting nest..." Su Baoer pointed to the person in the painting and said to Lin Shenlu.

Lin Shenlu nodded but did not go up to compliment the painting like other tourists or villagers.

Only then did the female painter realize that there was a man watching behind her all the time.

Seemingly used to hearing others' compliments, the female artist was a little concerned about Lin Shenlu's expression.

"Painting friend?" The female artist put down her brush and gently took out a lady's cigarette.

"Not to mention, I have studied it for a few years before." Lin Shenlu habitually handed over the lighter.

"What's your opinion?" asked the female painter.

"Great, you draw very well." Lin Shenlu shook his head and smiled.

"I see different languages ​​in your eyes... Tell me, I want to hear it." The female painter flicked the cigarette ash.

Lin Shenlu gently sat on one side, looked at the painting in front of him, and then looked at Su Baoer, who was squatting beside him.

"It's so lonely, I think it's not you, it's her..." Lin Shenlu pointed to Su Baoer.

"Her presentation is destined to be this kind of feeling... The word loneliness is terrible... There is not even an antonym. I will not comment on this painting, but she in the painting... is too lonely." Lin Shenlu said softly talking.

"Isn't it good to be alone? In a devastated world, dreaming of beautiful tea..." The female painter gently puffed out smoke rings.

"Do I have to match this girl with a thin street, a desperate sunset, and a moon in the wilderness, the sadness of a person who looks at the lonely moon for a long time?" The female painter glanced at Lin Shenlu.

Lin Shenlu shook his head.

"The connotation of a painting is always greater than the picture itself. Does it have to be a desolate scene to reflect a person's loneliness? Although the world is desolate, romance will never die..." Lin Shenlu said softly.

Then take the clean oil painting brush on the female artist's head in her hand.

The female artist's black hair fell down instantly.

Lin Shenlu immediately stained the oil paint box with rose red paint.

Then he handed the brush to the female artist.

"Try it, draw a rose in her hand." Lin Shenlu said with a smile.

The female artist didn't say a word, took the brush and added a red rose in the hand of Su Baoer who looked back lonely.

3 minutes.

The female painter put down her brush and leaned back on the chair, then looked at Lin Shenlu.

"How about it...the one holding the flowers is not so lonely...the eyes are not so blank..." Lin Shenlu said with a smile.

Su Baoer, who is holding a rose, is even more cute in the painting.

Lin Shenlu continued: "This is the desolation of the world, but romance never dies. How do you say that? I nourish roses with my body to commemorate my love for you... This is not a perfect interpretation. Is it?" Lin Shenlu said meaningfully.

The female artist looked at the painting and smiled.

Under Lin Shenlu's watchful eye, the female artist picked up the oil painting brush just now and stained it with black paint in the ink cartridge.

Then write it down...

The red rose turned black.

The petals that were originally delicate and tender seemed to have been burned by flames.

The broken one seems to be a matter of mind, a hole is opened in the body, a deep hole grows, and it falls in the direction of no attachment.

The female painter smiled.

Lin Shenlu had a serious expression.

The mood of the painting changed instantly.

"Why are you doing this?" Lin Shenlu asked puzzled.

"Because I don't need love. I'm just lonely. I have my own swamp." The female painter said softly.

The painting is finally done.

The female painter looked at the black rose in Su Baoer's hand on the canvas and asked Su Baoer with a smile: "Do you still want to do it now?"

"Hmm...don't worry...the flowers are wilting..." Su Baoer shook his head.

The female artist took out a slender paintbrush again.

Continue to be stained with black paint.

"I have been in Lishui for three days. This is the third painting I have painted. I will name it..." the female painter said to herself.

"I came here to chase someone. He is an author. His latest update said that he went to Lishui to find inspiration, so I followed him. Unfortunately, I didn't find him. I can only stay here and draw a picture every day. .” The female painter continued.

"This painting... I would like to call it... No Fragrance." The female artist wrote these two small characters gently on the corner of the canvas.

Turning to look at Lin Shenlu: "Thank you for your reminder, this rose adds to the loneliness in my painting, and loneliness is my destiny."

The female artist finished the painting.

Gently wrote two words in the lower right corner.

That's her name.

Nana.