Cheng Ji painted a woman.

All kinds of women.

Fat, thin, white, black, short, long hair...

All women are naked, but they will not make people feel erotic.

Most of their faces are blurry, and occasionally a few can see their noses and mouths clearly. Other contours are bathed in the light - sunlight, lights, stars, candlelight...

This feeling...

Lu Weiwei couldn't say it.

I don’t know if it’s the soft and hazy curves in the light or the delicate texture of the skin under the halo, but in short, she felt that every painting was extremely gorgeous.

Gorgeous and transcendent and pure.

Lu Weiwei made great changes to Cheng Ji.

This guy is not useless, at least his works are really touching.

One of the paintings is the largest in size and the most eye-catching-

The woman in the painting turned her head and looked to one side. The morning light spread all over her body and drowned her face. She could only see a faint mole under her slightly opened red lips.

Further down there are the beautiful swan neck, exquisite collarbone, and beautiful abundance.

A worn-out blanket wrapped around the woman's lower body. The composition facing the light made her look like a chicked bird breaking out of her shell, making people feel new and inexplicably excited.

What a beautiful painting.

Lu Weiwei looked at her for a long time, but couldn't move her eyes away.

"...I prepared for almost half a year in advance, and there were 96 paintings to be exhibited, 12 of which were new works." Cheng Ji picked and selected his paintings, putting the new works in the forefront, and said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

The tone is very proud.

Lu Weiwei suddenly felt a sense of withdrawal from being broken into fantasy and returning to reality.

"Well..." She responded reluctantly.

I really don't want to praise him.

Cheng Ji didn't care either.

He touched his stomach, probably because he felt hungry, so he picked up half of the bread on the table, and regardless of whether it had expired or not, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

After reading the new works, Lu Weiwei thought it was all very good, but to say the shocking level, she still needs to count the painting with the largest size.

"Isn't this painting a new work?" Lu Weiwei asked.

Cheng Ji chewed the bread and shook his head, "...It's early, I've been painting for three or five years."

"Who is the woman in the painting?" Lu Weiwei looked at the painting, "Is it a nude model? It feels very different..."

"I don't know you either." Cheng Ji replied.

Lu Weiwei looked at him in surprise.

"I really don't know." Cheng Ji swallowed the food in his mouth, "About ten years...well, maybe eight or nine years ago, I used all my belongings to buy a used car, and while driving, I was collecting and painting.

I stopped when I had no money to spend it, painted portraits for passers-by, and earned food and gas. Then I arrived in Qingjiang. Do you know about Qingjiang Bridge? It was the bridge that saw the sunrise beautifully."

Cheng Ji pointed to the woman in the painting, "It was there that I met her. She was sitting by the bridge and wanted to commit suicide."

The deer widened her eyes slightly.

Before she could ask, Cheng Ji sighed heavily: "Damn, I have never seen such a fierce woman. I rushed over and scolded me..."

"Wait... wait! Why did she scold you?" Lu Weiwei looked at Cheng Ji, "No, it's not... I mean, she wants to commit suicide, what are you scolding you? You should call the police to save people!"

Cheng Ji frowned, "How do I know? That woman looks like a lunatic, but he knows what kind of thorns she is...

Besides, the word "suicide" was not written on her forehead. I saw that the night was pretty good. A woman was sitting by the bridge and was looking pretty, so I took out the sketchbook. As a result, she suddenly rushed over and tore my sketchbook! She also pointed at me and scolded!"

The corners of the deer's mouth twitched slightly.

I thought to myself: If I jumped into the bridge and committed suicide, there was someone who was leisurely painting next to me, and I would definitely be furious.

"What happened later?" Lu Weiwei was more concerned about the follow-up, "Didn't she really commit suicide?"

"Later..." Cheng Ji's expression became subtle, "Later, we were in the car...well, we did it four times."
Chapter completed!