Jing Jiaren wrestled that day, and the lower part of her palm was bruised, especially her right hand. She applied too much force and the wound was deep.

My thumb also hurts. I had to avoid the wound when I was holding a bowl to eat.

What's more, hold a pen.

Jing Jiaren tried to hold the pen in her hand. If she just held it gently, it would be fine.

When drawing, you must use your hands.

"Miss Jiaren, your injury...is it okay to paint?"

"Yeah." Jing Jiaren sat on the high wooden chair in front of the easel and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter."

The window is open, letting in the light.

Jing Jiaren turned sideways to the window so that the sunlight could shine evenly on the painting paper.

Jing Jiaren is better at sketching and paint painting.

Unfortunately, the paint painting took too long, and her hands were really inconvenient. She planned to make an exquisite sketch portrait.

There is a faint sunshine outside the window, the sky that has just rained has a touch of beauty, and the new leaves are glowing with tender green light.

It's spring.

This was probably the most difficult winter for Jing Jiaren. Too many things happened and she experienced the most life and death.

The pencil lead drew deep and shallow lines on the paper, and Jing Jiaren's expression was very calm.

Click, click.

Aunt Pan quietly took out her mobile phone and took pictures again. After taking photos from all aspects, she ran to show them to the owner.

…

As the sky gradually darkened, Jing Jiaren painted very carefully, focusing all her energy on the drawing paper to process the details.

She was so absorbed in painting that she wore a painting apron and blue sleeves from the same series.

The injured left hand was wrapped with a bandage. She took off the right hand because it was in the way, and the bandage strip fell at her feet.

The painting tools were opened in her hand, and the pen tips of different thicknesses were cut off and placed there.

This picture is so beautiful that anyone who sees it will be moved.

Aunt Pan picked up a broken pen refill and used the pen sharpener to pin the pen, when she suddenly noticed a figure standing by the door.

Leng Lintian stood there silently, his eyes empty, reflecting only Jing Jiaren's shadow.

Aunt Pan stood up happily and was about to speak.

Leng Lintian glanced at him sternly.

Aunt Pan shut her mouth, ran to him and whispered: "Master, why are you standing here and looking at me? Come in. Miss Beauty is painting you, and she is so good at it..."

"..."

“It’s really lifelike.”

Before this, Aunt Pan had already shown the cell phone to the owner, but he was indifferent and didn't say a word after reading it.

It's so unpredictable.

"I told you I didn't lie to you. Miss Jiaren is really painting you. If you don't believe me, go and take a look." Aunt Pan thought he didn't believe it.

Leng Lintian's throat rolled, and in a low voice he asked coldly: "Who asked her to draw me!?"

"It was Miss Jiaren who asked us to move the painting tools and said we wanted to paint... none of us dared to ask her."

With Jing Jiaren's character, she didn't do it voluntarily, who can influence her?

She was so lifeless before that she refused to even take a bite of food...

Leng Lintian's eyes moved, he stared at Jing Jiaren for a while and turned away.

Aunt Pan was a little disappointed, it was really weird, the usual young master had already come in to give advice to the beautiful lady.

No, what's even weirder is that Leng Lintian doesn't go to work these days. He stays at home every day and doesn't go anywhere...

To be honest, if you want to be weird, after being fished out of the river, you can draw and speak, cook well, and play the piano. The most amazing thing is the woman who is painting.
Chapter completed!