Chapter 97 (1/2)

In Ye Xi's impression, she is a lively young man who occasionally makes mistakes. She is as full of sunshine as the little sun, bringing laughter to people. When she suddenly saw this picture, she was shocked: ”I'm afraid that she is a good girl What do you want to draw? ”

Cone took a deep breath, released Ye Xi's arm, looked at him with expectation in his eyes: ”is it OK to draw people? I want to draw my father

Ye Xi sighed in his heart.

A Fu Yan of the cone died when he was five years old. It is said that he died in order to protect his team members when he was the team leader during the big hunting.

Thinking of this, ye Xixin was sympathetic, and his eyes toward the cone became soft and said in a warm voice, ”yes.”

Seeing ye Xi's promise, he calmed down after he was happy. How did ye Xi paint before he saw his father?

Amum of the cone also thought of this, and immediately apologized to Ye Xi: ”I'm sorry, it's the kid who is reckless. I haven't seen anyone before. How can you draw it?”

Ye Xi smile: ”it doesn't matter, you tell me his facial features, I will draw, can draw out.”

”Is that ok?” The cone's eyes widened in shock.

Ye Xi nodded patiently: ”yes.”

After getting the affirmative answer, cone was very excited, and his Eminem was also very excited. Neither of them knew what to say.

Finally, he suppressed his excitement and said with a fist: ”I remember my father. His eyes are a little round, a little like, like Uncle Luo's eyes, but the tail of his eyes doesn't look up like him. It's drooping down!”

As he spoke, the cone waved with both hands, trying to describe it in detail as much as possible.

When I was a child, my father was the one he adored most. At that time, he had already remembered things. Even so many years passed, his appearance and interaction had been engraved in his mind.

Ye Xi picked up a piece of wood and slowly outlined it with a charcoal pen according to the description of the cone. He lowered his head to draw and encouraged him with a warm voice: ”yes, that's it. You describe it very well.”

When ye Xi was painting, all the people in the room gathered around him to see the charcoal pen drawing on it. Everyone did not dare to get too close to him and held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

As the charcoal pen outlines, the shape of an eye gradually appears on the wood chip.

There were breaths all around.

Shuiwen covered his mouth and exclaimed to his partner Pu Tai: ”did you see it! It's really a human eye! It's just like that

Pu Tai's eyes were full of shock. He pressed his voice and said, ”if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was witchcraft.”

Others nodded, and if they didn't see it, they wouldn't believe it was painted!

Ye Xi's painting skill completely shocked them. Although Ye Xi's head bowed to draw at the moment had no change, it suddenly became unfathomable in their eyes. It seemed that there was a distance between the people in front of them and them.

In the past, ye Xi did many things that they couldn't do, such as looking for medicine, taking water, refining salt. But although these behaviors made them admire and appreciate, they did not make them feel shocked like they are now.

For example, in an uneducated mountain bandit village, a Hongru suddenly appears with good handwriting and eloquence, which makes a group of mountain bandits who only have the value of force but have not seen the culture feel ashamed.

The people looked at the eyes that appeared on the piece of wood.

Amum of the cone tightly grasped the cone's hand and excitedly said, ”it's very similar. It's just that the eyes are flattened a little more, and then it's more like!”

Hearing the speech, ye Xi immediately wiped off the lower eyelids with his finger pulp, and then outlined again.

”How about this? Is it like this?”

Eminem looked at the eye on the piece of wood, stretched out his right hand and wanted to touch it. It could reach half of it. His hand shrank back as if it had been scalded. He just shook his voice and said, ”yes, this is his eye, that's his eye!”

More than ten years She saw his eyes again!

The cone was too excited to do so, and said in a loud voice, ”this is my father's eyes!” As like as two peas, the

, who saw the cones, said they were indeed very similar.

This piece of wood is still too small. Just as ye Xi painted it for fun, he didn't care much about it. But since he was a father who wanted to draw a cone, he naturally wanted to draw it more carefully, so this piece of wood was not big enough.

So ye Xixian made a draft on a piece of wood to confirm the facial features and facial features.

After all of them were confirmed, ye Xi got up and wanted to find a slate in the room to paint the portrait.

”The pieces of wood are too small for painting. Do we have stone slabs in our house?”