"Isn't this bad? This wheat field is about to mature. If we go to make a crop circle, aren't we going to destroy it?"

Although looking at the size of this wheat field, it should be a major grain grower with mechanized planting, Jiang Xiao still felt bad about making a circle for no reason.

Then, he kept talking and continued to suggest: "Sister, why don't you stand alone and don't knock down the wheat? Just stand and draw. With the large wheat field in the background, it feels quite good."

Artistic."

"I, can't I just apologize?"

Naturally, Zhang Jingchu didn't have the hobby of deliberately sabotaging things. After being reminded, she came up with a compromise.

"How to compensate? You don't know who owns this wheat field. Who should you go to to compensate?"

After spreading his hands, Jiang Xiao found the biggest flaw in this idea.

"What does this have to do with it? We can leave a note where it is and put the money in it. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Zhang Jingchu had an idea and quickly came up with a plan that she felt was feasible.

"..."

As for such a non-solution, Jiang Xiao didn't know whether he should say yes or no.

"Oh, stop being so impatient, you can find a place to hide your bicycle first, and then we can go into the wheat field together."

Zhang Jingchu, who didn't want to waste time, immediately started urging.

"Yes, as long as you are happy."

Seeing that there was not much room for negotiation, Jiang Xiao had no choice but to agree to the woman's words and began to look for a place to hide the car.

After much searching, he finally put the bicycle in the wheat field.

Then, together with Zhang Jingchu, we walked towards the center of the large wheat field, just to draw a picture, which was quite tiring.

In this way, it took almost twenty minutes for the two of them to finally find a suitable place under the scorching sun, and they stepped on the wheat to create a "crop circle" with a diameter of about 2.5 meters.

In the hot summer, I felt hot even when I didn't move. When I moved, beads of sweat appeared on both of their faces.

Regardless, the preparations were finally completed. Jiang Xiao immediately looked at Zhang Jingchu and said, "Come on, wheat field girl, let's get started. It's too early to finish painting. It's really hot in the sun.

"

"Oh, come on!"

Zhang Jingchu responded, and after a little hesitation, she finally moved her hands to the cuffs of her shirt.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Here, Jiang Xiao, who had just found a suitable place to sit on the edge of the wheat circle, turned around again and saw a scene that surprised him, and he subconsciously shouted.

"Didn't you see it? Why do you ask more?"

Although she had made up her mind, Zhang Jingchu still couldn't help but tremble a little when she actually did this.

"No, you, can you please stop first and let's talk clearly about what you want to do?"

Seeing that only half of Zhang Jingchu's body was left in a "special dress" with a relatively small amount of fabric, Jiang Xiao quickly stopped her.

"What can I do? Let you paint. Have you seen "Titanic"? Jack helped Rose paint a picture. You can also paint a picture like that for me. Isn't it just what you are good at?"

Zhang Jingchu, who didn't speak too directly, quoted the plot of "Titanic".

"..."

Why did Jiang Xiao feel a little weird about that last sentence? He was good at it?

He's good at a lot of things, okay?

Because he takes painting as his hobby, he can paint all types of paintings, including modern paintings, oil paintings, and even traditional Chinese paintings. He cannot become a "master", but like Zhuge Liang, he really knows a little bit about everything.

Putting all this aside, after a long while, Jiang Xiao didn't know what to say, so he could only hold back: "No, why did you think of painting such a painting again? Aren't you saying it's unreasonable?"

"Yes, I'm going to draw an innocent painting to leave a special souvenir for myself. Otherwise, why would I be so stupid and run into this wheat field under such a big sun?"

Perhaps because she pointed it out directly, Zhang Jingchu soon noticed that she didn't seem so nervous anymore.

Afterwards, she continued the same movements as before.

"No, it's not...are you sure you have thought about it?"

Feeling helpless, Jiang Xiao could only turn his head to the side immediately, and then asked Zhang Jingchu for confirmation.

"This is already the case, what do you think? Turn your head quickly, correct your attitude, and face art."

Inexplicably, Zhang Jingchu found Jiang Xiao's reaction quite interesting.

"Okay, since you don't care, what else can I say?"

After saying a few words, Jiang Xiao finally turned around. He could not let others say that his attitude was not correct.

Then, a completely indescribable scene appeared in front of him. The weather was too hot, and his mouth was really dry.

I really hope to come to Ping Nong F Mountain Spring at this time to calm down.

However, the arrow was on the string, so he had to "draw". Jiang Xiao forced himself to calm down, and soon continued: "Then you choose a pose you like, and I will officially start the drawing."

"oh!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingchu didn't say much. She quickly put her shirt on the straw and chose a p-sitting pose.

Because she didn't know how long it would take Jiang Xiao to draw well, so she could easily persevere with such a pose.

As for Jiang Xiao himself, after seeing Zhang Jingchu posing, he no longer hesitated, picked up a pencil and started creating seriously.

Speaking of which, in my memory, he also drew similar sketches for two of his girlfriends, so he had experience in on-site creation.

Therefore, when he devoted himself seriously to his creation, especially when he drew the first stroke, all kinds of distracting thoughts were instantly forgotten.

And as time continued to pass, a sketch continued to take shape and improve in Jiang Xiao's hands.

He admired a future young artist named Denis Chernov very much. His pencil drawings were sincere and artistic, so his painting style was also close to that of Denis Chernov.

The brushwork is very delicate, focusing on light and shadow effects, with a rich sense of layering. In terms of the finished painting, it is absolutely like a black and white photo.

This is not Jiang Xiao's boast, but his true level. Now that I think about it, he seems to be the most proficient in pencil sketches.

Of course, sketching is not just human sketching, it is just one of them.

"Okay, finally the painting is done!"

Nearly two hours passed. At a certain moment, Jiang Xiao stopped his pencil and finally completed the sketch of Zhang Jingchu.

"Really? Let me see... Oops!"

When Zhang Jingchu heard that the painting was finally finished, she immediately stood up and wanted to see the finished product immediately.

As a result, her feet were numb after maintaining the same pose for a long time, so as soon as she got up, she threw herself towards Jiang Xiao with her center of gravity unsteady.

"careful!"

When Jiang Xiao himself saw the unexpected situation, he just threw away his sketch and went to help Zhang Jingchu. Unexpectedly, the latter had already pounced on him.

Plus, the little sister...

As you can imagine, when he saw Zhang Jingchu right in front of him, his face covered with sweat, his breathing began to become uneven.
Chapter completed!