Lu Jianzhen was obviously a little frustrated.

Jinli took a serious look at the painting, and said honestly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with this painting."

Lu Jianzhen glanced at her, and picked up a scrap manuscript from the ground: "Then take a look at this one."

Jinli took it over.

After just one glance, she let out a "huh".

Lu Zhengya also walked up to her and took a look.

Both found the problem.

This waste drawing is obviously more drawn than the painting on the easel at the moment, and the facial features of the person in the painting have been clearly depicted.

The person in the painting is exquisite and beautiful, sitting in the flower room and smiling slightly.

Anyone could tell at a glance that it was Jinli.

But she wasn't like Jinli, she was more like another person who looked exactly like Jinli.

People who were not familiar with Jinli would never see it.

But people who knew her well, such as herself, such as Lu Zhengya, such as Lu Jianzhen, who observed Jinli meticulously.

Lu Jianzhen looked at the expressions of the two of them and sighed: "You can see it too?"

She rubbed her forehead with some headaches: "I have countless Jinli's expressions in my mind, happy, angry and worried, but no matter how vivid the picture is, I can't express it on the drawing paper."

She hadn't felt this feeling for a long, long time since she got older and her painting skills became more proficient.

Both of them are laymen, and they don't know how to help Lu Jianzhen get out of this kind of thing.

There was silence in the studio.

Lu Jianzhen raised his head and stared at Jinli for a long time: "I shouldn't... I'm sure, I should remember you."

She looked down at the drawing board again: "But every time I draw the pen, my hand seems to be restricted by some force, and I can't draw any charm of you at all."

Jinli's eyes widened slightly.

Lu Jianzhen's words reminded her.

She thought she should understand.

They are gods and spirits.

How could a mortal's paintbrush draw the "spirit" of a fairy without permission?

Jinli took a step forward and lightly rested his fingers on the drawing board, pretending to be seriously admiring the painting.

After a while, she got up, looked at Lu Jianzhen and smiled: "Sister, I think your painting is very good now, you must be too tired, go have some dinner, have a good sleep, and you will definitely be able to draw tomorrow Come out with a beautiful mine."

Lu Jianzhen wanted to refuse subconsciously. She was usually lazy about everything, but the painting was different.

How could she sleep if she couldn't draw something that satisfied her?

But Jinli looked at her with a smile, and Lu Jianzhen felt hungry, accompanied by deep tiredness.

She couldn't help but nodded: "You're right, I'm really a little hungry, I'm going to eat something and sleep for a while."

Lu Zhengya and Jinli followed her, and Lu Zhengya asked Jinli, "Did you do something just now?"

Although he couldn't see what Jinli had done, he knew enough about Lu Jianzhen.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Jianzhen would never be in the mood to eat and sleep.

Facing this person who knew her true identity, Jinli was also willing to share with him: "I know the reason why my sister can't draw me well. We gods, unless we want to, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for mortals to draw charms." of."

Lu Zhengya: "?"

immortal?

He was shocked: "Aren't you a mermaid?"

Jinli: "?"

She looked at Lu Zhengya angrily: "Who told you I'm a mermaid?"

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