Chapter 12: Someone who has nothing to do with San Ye

Don't look at Nan Yukong standing there dumbfounded, but she was a little silly and cute.
She came here for a few days and didn't come out for a walk to see such a beautiful scenery. She didn't notice that the owner of this house didn't hate flowers and plants, but she still had a little bit of cuteness.
Luan Xiaotian moved his throat, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, turned back to Nan Yukong and took the sketchbook back from his hand, "Then draw a sketch, and you will be a model for me."
"Huh?" Nan Yukong faced Luan Xiaotian's playful face with a big "stunned" character.
He will be a model?
Is it the one that needs to be standing?
She didn't explain it.
Before he could react, Luan Xiaotian had already chosen a position and was ready to do it.
One line, two pivots, three major bodies, and coordination of limbs are the basic laws of performance summarized in the human body's motion state.
If you want to learn well, you have to learn to understand, Luan Xiaotian meditated in his heart.
The background is the scenery in the yard. As an unimportant foil, let me give you two general meanings.
A few minutes later, Luan Xiaotian still held the pile of pencils marked 2B, 3B, 4B... and a black and white eraser.
The whole person's eyes are still gesticulating the stiff, motionless model.
Because his actions are too ugly!
Is it so difficult to be a model?
Those flowers and plants performed well.
"I'll give you a multiple-choice question, how about it?" Nan Yukong didn't say a word for a few seconds. Luan Xiaotianquan said as he agreed with his mouth, "If there is a girl who is the face of a goddess The value, looks and temperament are all first-rate, but she is a bit cold and extremely difficult to touch."
"There is another girl who is long and cute, has a cheerful personality, can talk to you in full swing, and gets along very relaxed and comfortable."
"Then the problem is coming!"
Luan Xiaotian was very serious, holding the pencil in his right hand in the air, coughing slightly and raising his voice, "Excuse me: Do you like a girl like that?"
Without thinking about it, Nan Yukong immediately replied, "What do these two kinds of girls have to do with me?"
Luan Xiaotian: "You..."
She just wanted to ease the embarrassing atmosphere. His expression and movements were stiff like a mummy, so it's better to let her paint for a long time with a rock.

"Old lady, you are here." The housekeeper greeted an old man who started looking around when he got out of the car.
The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and the housekeeper pushed her cautiously, "Your legs are inconvenient, I will take you to see the Third Master."
"Good, good," the old lady greeted the housekeeper, and then greeted the original aunt on the side, "Quickly, look at what that stinky kid is doing."
Yuan Aunt is tall, and on tiptoe, she sees Nan Yukong who is sticking in place like a stick. "Old lady, these three young masters are probably enjoying the scenery better than these flowers."
More beautiful than flowers?
"That won't work! Housekeeper, push it quickly, push it faster!" The old lady smiled and asked, wishing her whole body rushed forward.
She wanted to see what scenery could fascinate her grandson.
"Empty..." Grandma shouted from a long distance away.
Nan Yukong turned around and only saw the housekeeper and Yuangu with a happy face.
Grandma gave everyone trouble again and ran over from a long distance.
"Grandma!" Nan Yukong's serious expression made grandma's expression extremely strong.
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