Chapter Seventy-One: Performing Arts (1)

"Hello everyone, this is street art, in this time period. It's not that we can't find the joy of life, we lack a little smile, but we just happen to sell ......"

Tong Ling paused, and then spoke, "It just happens to be the one who creates happiness for everyone." ”

At the beginning, he changed from presiding over a big cause to propaganda on the street, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it, and he couldn't let go.

However, now there is no discomfort at all, and the roar is very vigorous.

It was a few hours away from Huaxia, and no one cared at all.

Of course, and most importantly, money is the most productive force that drives them, and is a trip without money in Sloy still called a trip?

You can't taste the local food, and there are famous attractions that definitely require tickets.

Here's selling, laughing, and art careers have just improved.

Yan Lan on the other side.

was led to the studio, Yan Lan glanced at the studio, "It's a bit gorgeous." ”

Yan Fengqin, who was following next to her, vomited some blood, and was dressed in a normal studio.

A few paintings, a few words, and a few potted plants.

But it was dressed up in normal mode.

Yan Fengqin's smile stiffened on her face, no, Yan Lan's vision would not be so low.

Although at the beginning, everyone, including Yan Fengqin, didn't care much about Yan Lan, who had no sense of existence in the middle, but it was very strange that his eyes would be very unconsciously attracted by Yan Lan.

Of course, the most important thing is that she was chatting with Eddie at that time, if it was just a simple chat, Yan Fengqin wouldn't care at all.

However, Eddie's attitude is very unpredictable.

As a student at B University, I am certainly aware of what it means to be at Kendiham University.

And Eddie, as a member of Kendiham University, was full of respect for this Yan Lan's tone.

There is only one truth.

Zhong Rongfeng next to him looked at Yan Lan, full of disdain, who didn't know that Mr. Holland hated others to comment on his studio the most.

Hehehe, it looks like it's hit the muzzle again.

"Lan, what do you say you should do?" Holland had a rare good temper.

Yan Lan looked at Holland seriously.

Holland: Is Lan finally going to give me advice?!

Yan Lan's eyes were flat: "Forget it, anyway, just draw this time, whatever!"

Holland:???

All:!!!!

At this time, Yan Lan had already sat down and began to hold the paintbrush in her hand.

"Lan, how many times have I told you, the way you hold the pen is wrong! The last tone was actually a little weakly flattering.

Yan Lan didn't say anything, just looked at Holland, and almost said with a look in her eyes, "Come, the pen will be given to you, draw it yourself." ”

Holland:......

Yan Lan drew quietly, Holland watched from the side, and no one could disturb him.

At this time, Yan Fengqin ran to the side of the camera teacher, "You can take a careful picture of the surrounding paintings, characters, and plants." ”

The camera teacher didn't know why, but he did it anyway, and there is more than one lens anyway.

It's a bit boring to shoot Yan Lan all the way to the process.

The camera teacher zoomed in and was surprised to see the signature below.

, these people exist only in legends.

These paintings are also in the legend.

Wasn't this bought by a private buyer?

Don't?

Just by virtue of the ancient calligraphy and paintings that I just saw in the lobby, it was like carrying goods.

This is absolutely true.

Undoubtedly.

So, that's where the most important thing is.

Yan Lan saw the truth at a glance, and reminded them for the first time, "It's a bit gorgeous." ”

This should be for them to take pictures.