9 a.m. in the morning
Tiantian was sitting on the hanging chair on the balcony, enjoying the early morning sunshine, a paintbrush in hand,
sketching nonstop on the drawing board.
On the originally pure white sheet of drawing paper, a rendered view of a renovated villa was gradually taking shape.
No wonder people say if you study design, you've got to have a foundation in art.
If you don't have that artistic groundwork, the renderings you draw will definitely be a total disaster.
With his expert-level drawing skills, the villa rendering under Tiantian's brush looked absolutely stunning, and
his use of color and light made the whole drawing look as real as a photograph.
Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He took it out, glanced at the caller ID, and couldn't help smiling, then picked up: "Honey, you up?"
On the other end of the line, Zhang Mengyao sounded a bit sulky. "Tiantian, did you forget something?"
