Chapter 419: Perfect portrait

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Listening to Luo Qingyi’s clear and correct, and accurate, Du Fu finally flashed a touch of surprise in his eyes. After a while, he said:
If you know the goods, it seems that Wu spinning people are a little bit eye-catching, not wasting this. Miss, I want you to come."
"Miss Du wants me to do something with these gems for you?" Luo Qingyi was the direct way.
Du Fu did not say that after a while, Shantou Donger would come over and immediately said: "Our Miss is looking for you, of course, to make a wedding dress, put all these gems on the wedding dress, that is the lining of our lady. Identity, understand?"
"Not bad." Put the ruby ​​in his hand into the scorpion, and Du Fu's elegant hands overlapped on his knees. He said proudly: "These gems are worthless, and naturally they can't be handed over to you. Who knows if you will steal a few? Therefore, you can only do it in front of this lady, and still have to do to make this lady happy, otherwise..."

How difficult is this? As long as Miss Du is willing to give me a chance, I will naturally satisfy you.

Originally, Luo Qingyi wanted to just get something to confuse, so he found Fanggu to cover. I didn't expect Du Fu to do so many things. If she had to put a gem on her wedding dress, would she not be afraid to wear it? It seems that she has to find another way, first let the front of the moment flicker past.
To deal with Du Fu's heart is higher than the sky, Luo Qingyi can have a way, as long as they talk about their hearts, in the middle of the mind, they will obey the post, believe it is true. However, this is not something that anyone can do, and it must be a bit of a real skill.
Luo Qingxiao smiled lightly and said: "Mr. Du Fan makes people prepare a pen and ink, I will show it to you now."
Du Fu's brow was slightly wrinkled, and he still didn't speak. The girl who stood by her side opened her mouth. "What do you mean by this? Our lady wants you to be a wedding dress. How do you want to have a pen and paper? Writing?"
Luo Qingying faintly glared at her, not soft and hard: "Do not even say anything to your lady, do you just interrupt your mouth?"
She looked at Du Fu: "Miss Du, it's not that I said you, your county's gimmicks are too unruly, and the main son is casually interjecting. If you spread it out, others will only think that you Miss Du is incapable. Shantou is not well-adjusted."
"What do you say?" Winter boy suddenly picked his brow and his face changed greatly. He raised his hand and wanted to play Luo Qingying. But before she even rushed up, Du Fu was already cold and cold: "Winter, you are getting more and more rules, right? Give me back."
One screamed, the winter child's face trembled, but she did not dare to violate Du Qianqian's words, and also knew that her own lady was really angry, and could only close her mouth and retreat.
Luo Qingying was teaching her own gimmicks. Although Du Fu yelled at the winter children, she was also uncomfortable in her own heart. She immediately said: "Come on, write on ink and paper. Xiaoqing, Miss Ben can be ugly." In the front, if you take these things, but you can't make me satisfied, I won't spare you." She said with a sneer.
In fact, Du Fu couldn't figure it out. She obviously let Luo Qingyi give her a wedding dress, but why should she have a pen and ink? She wants to see what tricks this woman plays?
For a moment, the next person took the pen and ink on the table in front of Du Fu.
Regardless of what Du Fu said, Luo Qingyi immediately picked up the brush and looked at a gimmick next to him: "If you don't want to delay the time of your lady, help me grind."
The girl suddenly said this by Luo Qingyu, and suddenly she was on the spot, and she did not know whether it should be. I really did not know what to do with Luo Qing, and Du Fu made a look. Then the girl took the ink stick and helped Luo Qing to grind it.
Let the brush fill the ink, Luo Qingying began to paint on the paper in front of him. Although she did not design other parts for Du Fu's wedding dress, it did not prevent her from playing on the spot.
Since Du Fu wants to make a satisfactory wedding dress, Luo Qingying is neither a tailor nor an embroidered mother. Let her use the scissors to play with the cloth. She is too troublesome, but let her move the pen, spend something, and be a pediatrician. It is.
Her movements are extremely fast, first outlined in outline. Soon, there was a figure on the paper. Luo Qingying painted while watching a cuckoo from time to time. After waiting for a while, even though Luo Qingqi did not say, Du Qianqian also saw that the woman was painting her.
Obviously, she is doing a wedding dress, but she wants to paint. Du Fu sees the ghosts, just wants to attack, but the eyes are inadvertently falling on the paper. The slender lines and the smooth curvature, although not too comfortable to look upside down, but Du Fu did not seem to feel good.
An embroidered mother would even paint, and Du Fu could not help but come to the interest and got up and walked to Luo Qingyu. This time she can see God, and Du Fu did not think that Luo Qing was only a few strokes before painting for a while. The portrait on this paper has been outlined. Isn't that just alive? ?
The face, the bun, the delicate eyebrows, the eyes, the ears and the lips are almost exactly the same. As if she was looking in the mirror, Du Fu never saw which artist actually painted like this, and also painted so perfect, as if she had dressed up.
Du Fu couldn't help but look at Luo Qing's eyes seriously. It was just the seriousness of Luo Qing's paintings, as if she did not notice that she was looking at herself. Her movements were so fast that she licked the ink from time to time and continued to write, as if she had been painted thousands of times as skilled.
"You will paint, but also paint well. It is indeed like Miss Ben." Du Fu looked more and more surprised, and stared at himself on the screen. The curved eyebrows and the small mouth of the cherry are even the same as the golden step on the head.
The eyes are like talking, and they are also watching. A shy, awkward, beautiful, living beauty. If usual, Du Fu is not very interested in the portrait, but she likes this painting, because it is so perfect, even she did not think that she would be so beautiful.
Didn't the mirrors usually be cleaned? Du Fu could not help but wonder.
Luo Qingyi did not pay attention to the cuckoo, still painting.
Only Luo Qingqi knows that although she painted Du Fu, she was not the original Du Fu. In her pen, some of Du Fu’s cockroaches have been erased directly. For example, although Du Fu is a double eyelid, but it is a double inside, usually does not look obvious, so the eyes are small. And Du Fu's nose is not so pretty, but fortunately small and exquisite, Luo Qingying gave her a straightforward painting.
A small cherry mouth is also in line with the beauty of this time, that is, the lip corner is facing downwards, commonly known as ‘crying phase’, and the lips are slightly changed upwards, that is, a smile on the face.
Therefore, Luo Qingying only slightly modified some, basically can't see any changes, so the Du Fu painted is better than the real Du Fu, and it is not surprising that she is satisfied.
Luo Qingyi quickly painted the upper body of the cuckoo, but she did not stop the pen, but continued to outline. Soon, a cuckoo wearing a bride's wedding dress appeared on the painting. Du Fu looked at it and thought that Luo Qingyi had already finished painting. He just wanted to pick up the portrait to take a serious look, but he did not expect that Luo Qingyi still kept going, and he also painted a piece she had never seen before. Chic wedding dress.
This set of wedding dresses, than the former Du Fu once saw his handkerchief, Miss Song, the set worn at the time of marriage is more complicated and gorgeous.
The layered ruffles are more elegant and moving, and she will be like a fairy. The skirt of the wedding dress is also longer, a little tossed, although it seems a bit strange, but Du Fu looked at a few more eyes, even seeing God, found that it is also very good.
She forgot to talk for a while, and looked at Luo Qing’s strokes. She painted her wedding dress and sketched a piece of jewel to decorate it. It looks like a heavenly dress. Almost stupid.
Until Luo Qingyi finally stopped asking how she felt, Du Fu did not return to God.
"Miss Du, what's wrong? Do you still feel any dissatisfaction?" Luo Qingyi spoke again, finally let Du Fu glimpsed and woke up. "Don't you wear this wedding dress for this woman?" I designed it? Right, I want to ask you, the woman on this picture is so similar to me, is it that you painted this lady?"
Du Fu couldn't wait to ask, Luo Qingyi nodded. "This is very obvious. Miss Du, I am not painting you, will it be someone else? Just look at it first. Is this set of wedding dresses that I helped you draw? Still satisfied? If Miss Du feels good, then I will do it for you according to this set of wedding dresses."
"Is it really a wedding dress for me? Is it because you Wu Wuji said this one?" Du Fu almost imagined, if this is the case, then when she was married, put on such a chic And Ronghua expensive wedding dress, how to be eye-catching.
At that time, I am afraid that the guests who come to the whole capital to observe the ceremony will be impressed by her style. Those noble ladies and even princesses from the capital city, I am afraid to envy her?
Luo Qingyi smiled slightly: "It seems that Miss Du is quite satisfied?"
"Not bad." Du Fu proudly nodded.
In fact, she is satisfied and can no longer be satisfied, but she is not willing to let the other party see it. Thinking of her identity, she can never make a fuss in front of an embroidered mother. Du Fu returned to his seat and sat down, faintly said: "Not bad, then do it for me according to this wedding dress."
Luo Qingying naturally will not start on the spot, only that Fanggu is cutting the wedding dress, and when the wedding dress is ready, it will start with color lines, embroidered and gemstones. Du Fu’s portrait by Luo Qing’s paintings has been full of joy, and she has long forgotten to marry her, just let her hurry.