Chapter 243: I Have To Draw Until You Can Tell
Michael underestimated the position of himself and Wendy in the hearts of these tourists. To be precise, he underestimated their excitement to take a photo together.
This beach was already a tourist attraction and was especially large.
Michael’s words not only made the surrounding tourists gather over, but even more people from afar rushed over.
Michael looked around and saw at least a few hundred people. He couldn’t help but look at Wendy on his side with some embarrassment. He seemed to have made a hasty decision.
Wendy saw Michael’s fingers scratching his head and felt amused. She stood up, took his hand and said, "Mr. Lucas said it himself, so it’s impossible to go back on your words."
"But there are too many of them," Michael said.
"Then we’ll take separate pictures. Just take a few more pictures together," said Wendy. "It’s better than being photographed everywhere we go."
Wendy wasn’t mad, so Michael had nothing to say.
The good thing was that these tourists were orderly and very conscientiously had their pictures taken with 40 to 50 people at a time.
After the photo, some of them would come up to shake hands with them.
When Wendy saw this, she did not refuse.
"Mrs. Lucas, you are so beautiful, much more beautiful than those celebrities on TV."
"Mrs. Lucas, don’t worry, we won’t interrupt your date after the pictures."
"Thank you, Mr. Lucas and Mrs. Lucas, for taking a picture with us and we wish you will always be so happy and in love."
"I wish Mr. Lucas and Wendy a happy and loving marriage."
Wendy’s smile was sincere and satisfied as the successive blessings rang in her ears.
She thought it turned out that being in the limelight and being secretly photographed was not necessarily a bad thing.
These people actually liked them a lot.
After a dozen group shots, the session was finally over.
One of Wendy’s hands was held by Michael, and the other hand waved at the tourists.
The tourists really didn’t pick up their phones and aim at Wendy and Michael anymore.
The two of them became two ordinary tourists just like everyone else on the beach.
Michael said, "Wendy, turn around." Michael watched as a boy on the side drew a big heart on the ground and blinked his eyes as he reached out and nudged Wendy.
"What for?" Wendy was a little confused.
Michael said, "Turn around first." Michael turned her body and said, "I didn’t tell you to turn around, so don’t turn around."
"Okay." Wendy’s helpless tone had some mirth in it.
But Wendy wasn’t that obedient.
She secretly and quietly turned her body a little.
Unfortunately, she didn’t see anything, but Michael found out and said with a sullen look of anger on his face, "You can’t turn around until I tell you to."
"Okay, okay."
This time, Wendy was patient and did not peek.
Michael said, "All right!" Michael stood behind Wendy and said, "You can turn back now."
When she turned around, Wendy saw a big heart with the words "I love you" written on the ground. And on both sides of the heart, there were two other things.
However, Wendy frowned and could not make out what the drawing was.
Wendy smiled and jokingly said, "Michael, what did you draw?"
Michael pointed to the ground and said awkwardly, "Can’t you tell?"
Wendy pointed to the heart and said, "I can barely make out the heart, and I can recognize the three words. But what are the two things around the heart?"
"Would you look more closely?" Michael frowned with a somewhat embarrassed and helpless expression on his face.
Was his drawing skill really that bad?
At least in the past five years, he had drawn hundreds of Wendy’s portraits.
Wendy looked at how Michael looked as if his self-confidence had been shattered.
To soothe his wounded ego, Wendy coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Ah, I can tell... "
Michael said, "Yeah, I told you I wasn’t that bad at drawing." When Michael heard Wendy’s answer, a smile appeared on his face, and he tilted his head slightly with a somewhat proud look.
"It’s a good drawing," Wendy complimented him awkwardly but without being rude.
When he heard this, Michael said, "Then tell me what I drew represents?" Michael waited with anticipation for Wendy to answer.
"This... " Wendy didn’t know.
She looked at Michael with a smile and said, "Isn’t this... is... "
Wendy looked at the painting on the ground carefully, but she really couldn’t see it.
Michael had been expecting Wendy to answer him, and seeing the smile fade from her face, he understood.
The smile on Michael’s face froze and he instantly became disappointed.
"Don’t be like that." Wendy comforted him by saying, "It’s not what you’re good at. It’s normal for you to be bad at drawing. No one is perfect and you’re already doing well in other areas. If you’re good at everything, what will others be able to do?"
Wendy’s words did not comfort Michael in any way.
He felt a pang of frustration in his chest, turned around and picked up the stick he had dropped behind him, then bent down and re-drew it as he said, "Can you tell now?"
"This... " Wendy felt he was making things difficult for himself.
Michael changed his place and continued to draw. If Wendy couldn’t realize what he meant, he would keep drawing.
Upon seeing this, Wendy laughed at his childish move.
Following Michael, she reached out and took Michael’s hand as she said, "Here, tell me what you want to draw, and I’ll do it, okay?"
Michael answered, "No, I have to draw this picture until you can tell."
Michael was so stubborn that he wouldn’t admit defeat.
Wendy didn’t bother to stop him and just followed behind him.
Since she couldn’t see what Michael’s painting would look like after he finished it, she looked at the marks where his brush had fallen.
Wendy frowned slightly as she watched Michael scratch the ground with a branch one by one and had an idea. But she deliberately did not say anything. And when Michael asked her, she shook her head and said she couldn’t tell.
Michael continued to draw in exasperation.
Wendy bent down and picked up a dead branch on the ground, then bent down and touched it to the ground while scratching it on the sand again and again.
Michael said, "Wendy, look again... " Michael looked back and wanted Wendy to look again. He was confident that this time, Wendy would be able to recognize it.
However, when he looked back, he didn’t see Wendy.
Michael looked up and saw Wendy drawing on the floor not far away, and immediately walked over in stride.
Michael had to admit that the painting skills of professional designers were really extraordinary.
In a short while, Wendy had already drawn three figures. The fourth figure was just short of the last stroke.
After lifting the dead tree branch, Wendy looked at the painting on the beach with satisfaction, looked up and asked Michael, "See?"
Michael had to give Wendy a thumbs up.
