BXBX NOVEL Chapter 303: Brother's gift
"Can I just sit here?" Murong Qiao asked.
Yanxiu said in a muffled voice, "Yes."
After the two agreed to be a model, while Murong Qiao went back to the room to change clothes, Yanxiu took his usual drawing board to Huatian to make preparations.
After listening to Yanxiu's words, Murong Qiao gathered up her skirt and sat on the vine swing where she sat down last night.
It's just that compared to yesterday's casualness, Murong Qiao seemed a little reserved.
Yanxiu raised his eyes to look at her when he was writing, and felt Murong Qiao's seemingly stiff posture, so he had to speak.
"Relax," he prompts.
Finding inspiration is not about drawing dead on a model, if that is the case, why not find a statue.
What Yanxiu needed was the feeling that Murong Qiao had when he sat in the rose field last night.
Murong Qiao was a little embarrassed, "Okay."
She raised her hand to cover her lips, and moved her body a little awkwardly, but she was much more relaxed than before.
But the helplessness in Murong Qiao's heart still didn't disappear. She looked at Yanxiu who was sitting not far from her painting, and there was a battle between heaven and man in her mind.
On the one hand, he wanted to talk to Yanxiu to get to know him, so as to avoid the embarrassment of silence, but on the other hand, he didn't know what to say and wanted to be silent instinctively.
I have absolutely no experience communicating with the fourth brother of the otaku type...
Murong Qiao lamented in his heart, and as soon as his thoughts went out, he unconsciously fiddled with the rose next to him twice.
Speaking of which, the last time the two of them could barely count as a social moment was when the fourth brother won an award.
"Fourth Brother," Murong Qiao was curious, "Don't you like winning prizes?"
She remembered that after the fourth brother received the award, he threw the trophy to herself.
But the meaning that the trophy represents is what countless people long for. At that time, the fourth brother threw it into his arms so lightly. Murong Qiao still feels a little surprised when he thinks about it now.
Yanxiu kept brushing the paintbrush in his hand, "boring."
He likes to design quietly and immerse himself in his own world, which can be seen from staying at home behind closed doors.
Besides, few of the people who came here liked design. In their eyes, what Yanxiu saw the most was hypocrisy.
Murong Qiao could hear the word "boring" clearly, but it didn't surprise her. She just felt that this answer was indeed in line with the fourth brother's style.
"But I still think the fourth brother is very powerful." Murong Qiao sincerely praised.
She should have said that when she won the award.
Yanxiu raised his eyes and glanced at her, as if looking for the authenticity of what she said from Murong Qiao's expression.
Murong Qiao felt the fourth brother's gaze on his face, and his body froze for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed to be stared at.
Yanxiu drew another stroke, and under his outline, the slender and exaggerated stunning effect of the dress came alive on the paper.
But unlike the manuscript that Murong Qiao saw before, this time Yanxiu added a face on it, giving the dress an owner.
His talent and inspiration in design have always been admired and touted, but few people know that Yanxiu's interest is not only in design, but also in fields related to painting.
It was clearly a simple three or two strokes, and Murong Qiao's face came alive. A few strokes of the hair and the pair of eyes were enough to make people who saw it recognize that it was Murong Qiao.
Murong Qiao became more courageous, "I'll stand up for a while."
Sitting still for a long time, Murong Qiao felt that his legs were a little numb.
After saying this, Murong Qiao saw that Yanxiu didn't move, so he took it as his acquiescence, so he got up slowly and moved his body.
She stood up, and a large area of red appeared in her vision.
The rose is always blatantly declaring its own sense of existence, stealing the eyes of others to see it.
Every time Murong Qiao saw these flowers, he felt as if his grandfather was still by his side.
She stood beside the flowers, gently tapped a rose with her right hand, and fiddled with its petals to feel the softness. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows showed a slight smile with joy.
Yanxiu looked at Murong Qiao and didn't disturb the scene.
His inspiration came.
The rough manuscript has been further improved. In the past, Yanxiu would occasionally rub some places to make revisions, but this time he did not hesitate at all, and every stroke fell on the right place, slowly showing himself on this drawing paper ingenuity.
Murong Qiao was immersed in his grandfather's emotions, while Yanxiu wrote quickly. Neither of them spoke a word, but the atmosphere was surprisingly good.
After a while, the sound of paper changing brought Murong Qiao back to his thoughts.
She turned her head to follow the sound, and saw Yanxiu changing a piece of drawing paper.
"Is there no inspiration?" Murong Qiao asked.
She withdrew her hand from playing with the rose, and took two steps towards Yanxiu.
Yanxiu shook his head, "No, just the opposite."
Murong Qiao brought him a lot of inspiration, and even in such a short time, he even thought about the design theme of his upcoming new series.
Yanxiu didn't even need to think, and wrote smoothly and quickly, but even so, he could barely keep up with the inspiration in his mind.
But he is not thinking about design at the moment.
Yanxiu raised his head and looked at his sister standing in front of him.
"Your birthday is next week." He suddenly mentioned this matter.
The sudden diversion of the topic made Murong Qiao's mind blank for a moment, and he immediately forgot what he wanted to say before.
But first she answered Yanxiu's question honestly.
"Well, next Saturday." Murong Qiao replied.
No one gave it to her when she was in Nan's house before, but this doesn't mean that Murong Qiao has wronged herself.
It's just... She didn't expect that the fourth brother's training session would remember this incident, and it was clear that he had been staying in her room the whole time. The concern revealed in these words warmed Murong Qiao's heart.
"Okay," Yanxiu nodded, "I'll design the dress."
He remembered that several other brothers had given gifts to his younger sister. Although Yanxiu didn't know how to get along with Murong Qiao, but this time there was no shortage of what he should have.
So Yanxiu took the initiative to take over Murong Qiao's dress design, and this is also his strong point.
"This—" Murong Qiao was surprised.
The fourth brother would take the initiative to ask about helping her design a dress, and Murong Qiao was pleasantly surprised.
But then she remembered that Uncle Yang had said before that the fourth brother had been busy designing a series of clothes recently, and found it so troublesome.
Murong Qiao coughed, "Actually, birthdays don't have to be so troublesome..."
She tactfully wanted the fourth brother to go to work first, but she didn't want him to feel that she didn't like his gift.
My sister's polite refusal made Yanxiu a bit at a loss for what to say, but he still insisted on his heart.
"As a meeting gift." Kenshu changed the term.
As far as he knows, others have given, and only himself is left.
Speaking of this, Murong Qiao should agree.
When it came to the meeting ceremony, Murong Qiao's expression became less resistant, and she thought of the other brothers.
In this way, it is indeed difficult for her to refuse the fourth brother's wishes.
Murong Qiao showed a happy smile, "Okay, then please trouble fourth brother."
Yanxiu also loosened his frown, obviously relaxed a lot.
As for the meeting gift he mentioned just now, Murong Qiao thought that the fourth brother planned to make a mistake, and it should be a birthday present.
But Yanxiu has another idea of his own. The meeting gift is one thing, but the birthday gift for his sister should be counted separately.