Of course, after coming out of the tailor's shop, Alvin and Orniene, who had re-entered the public eye, suddenly became the focus again. However, at this time, compared to Fang Cai, the mentality of these two people is much calmer, and sometimes it is like this, and when they change their bodies, the whole person's state of mind will also change.

Everyone wondered what the young couple were going to do, and it wasn't until Alvin walked to the middle of the town's crossroads with an easel that everyone understood what was going on.

Neither of these two is the kind of master who can't grind the face, and Ornian has been accustomed to being admired by the people since she was a child, and the number of onlookers is nothing to her. Of course, the premise is to be well-dressed. As for Alvin, he was born with a thick-skinned trait that belongs to the artist's unique nature, and naturally he doesn't care so much about how many pairs of eyes are staring at him. So the two men sat down generously on the folded wooden chair, and one painted a portrait of the other.

Alwin's charcoal-based sketches have already shown his unusual talent. Unlike ordinary painters, he did not pay attention to precise shapes, and after the rough proportions were determined, he began to depict Onian's facial features in great detail. It seems that in his paintings, the pair of golden eyes can speak, the delicate nose is breathing, and the smiling little mouth is clearly depicted, and the ridicule that can't be suppressed and wants to rise is clearly depicted, and like the outline of the face, these are all extremely brief brushstrokes, and the main and secondary of the picture are very open.

After a while, a living soul came to life.

This is the peculiarity of Alwin, the picture he wants is not the so-called "image" of the public, but "expressive", the "expressive" of the gods.

When Alwin was engrossed in his creation, everyone watched quietly, and even spoke very quietly, for fear of disturbing Alwin.

When Alwin put down the charcoal in his hand, got out of his chair, and took two steps back to look at his work, everyone began to comment on it.

O'Ann also came over to see it, and it was really a sight to behold. Even if it wasn't the first time she had been amazed by Alwin's talent. For someone like Ornie, who has been accustomed to seeing the works of all kinds of top court painters since childhood, it is natural that Alvin can see at a glance that Alvin is unique. Yesterday in the dense forest to see Alwin's handy work, she felt that this son was talented, and when she saw the sketch in front of her, she suddenly realized that Alwin's greatest talent was to capture people's souls.

"Young man, do you sell this painting?" said a businessman, walking out of the crowd. The bells and whistles, tasteless wool of his body betrayed his identity mercilessly.

Alvin laughed and glanced at Onian, who looked at the merchant to hear his bid.

"I'm out of twenty Looney. Listening to the tone of this businessman, he should feel that he is very generous. It is also true that generally speaking, roadside essay sketches, which can sell for one or two Looney, are already quite good. After all, Alvin doesn't look like a well-known painter, and if he looks like a wandering artist, he has the tone of a wandering artist.

"I'm out of thirty. At this moment, another voice came from the crowd, and out came a person who looked like the leader of a mercenary group, and the armor on his body looked like a high-quality product. The mercenary walked out of the crowd and gave Onian an embarrassed look, then looked away.

"I'll give forty!" the merchant was obviously unhappy that someone was asking for a price with him, and that the other party was just a mercenary. Although this mercenary seems to have a lot of money at hand, in the eyes of the merchant, it should not be enough.

The merchant glared at the mercenary, his arrogant eyes full of disdain.

But the mercenary didn't care at all as if he hadn't seen it, his head resting on the palms of his hands, and peeking at Onian from time to time. Perhaps he knew in his heart that he could not compete with the merchant, and the purpose of his bidding was just to show himself in front of O'Nian.

"We're out of fifty!" a young man staggered out of the crowd, one hand still held high.

"We're out of fifty. The young man walked up to O'Nian, bowed his head and emphasized, his cheeks red as rotten tomatoes.

"Yo, what are you doing as a universal missionary to buy a portrait of a girl?" said someone in the crowd laughing and teasing.

The coarse linen robe on the young man's body is still quite eye-catching, and it can be seen at a glance that this is the burqa of the universal church.

"Yes, could it be that your universal god instructed you to do this, or did your universal god take a fancy to this girl and want to choose her to be a saint?"

"I've heard that the universal precept includes the clause 'abstain from delusion', and you missionaries are so open-minded that you don't take the precepts of the church seriously, so why do you usually say so good?

There are more and more voices of ridicule in the masses.

Apparently the merchant was happy to see this, and he was not too happy that someone was speaking out against his competitors on his behalf.

This ecumenical missionary, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was a very thin-faced child, who probably had never experienced such a scene in the past, and kept his head bowed and his face puffed up, biting his lower lip, and responding with silence to the malicious mockery of the crowd.

O'Ann had just wanted to tease the rich businessman, but she didn't expect things to come to this point. Even if she and Alwyn were now shy, she couldn't really sell the paintings that Alwyn had painted for her, and it was still for a few dozen Looneys.

Even so, she did not reject the young missionary in front of her, but looked at him with interest. There were still many freckles on the childish face, and the clear pupils were full of innocence. Looking at his stubborn expression in his confusion, Onian found it very interesting.

The missionary was so frightened by O'Ann's eyes that his chin was almost touching his chest.

In the crowd, an elder who was also wearing a linen robe looked indifferently at the young man he had sent out, without the slightest intention of coming out to save the scene.

"This painting is for my wife, and I have no idea of selling it just yet. Alvin walked over to the young missionary and smiled.

The Freckled missionary immediately bowed in embarrassment and apologized.

Hearing that Alvin was unwilling to sell the painting, there was a chorus of regret in the crowd. The merchant had wanted to put up some more money, but he had to give up when he heard Alvin say that. The mercenary leader smiled politely at Alwin, indicating that his behavior had been abrupt, and retreated into the crowd.

Everyone now knows the relationship between Alvin and Onian, who thought they were lovers, but they turned out to be husband and wife.

Of course, the reason why Alvin said this was to put an end to these teasing of O'Ann in front of him.

O'Ann saw it in her eyes, and felt funny in her heart, she naturally knew Alwin's intention by saying this, and then looked at him with both provocative and helpless eyes, saying that it was not her fault that she was eye-catching, and she couldn't cover her face with a veil, right?

Alvin knotted.

"Although this painting is not for sale, I can paint portraits of all of you present. Alwyn turned to the crowd and said, "If you're interested, sit down, five looneys." ”

"Really?" a noble lady walked out of the crowd and sat down in the chair where Onien was sitting. Her frivolous willow eyebrows arched into a crescent, and her eyes were full of curiosity about Elwin, and it was evident that the woman had been watching him for a while, waiting for him to say this. The noble lady had come to Belama to buy some clever cat-man slaves, and she had not chosen them for a few days, and she was going to go home today, but she happened to come in from outside the town, and fell in love at first sight, and then she lingered for a long time at the door of the tailor's shop, and now she was waiting for this opportunity.

Alwyn smiled at the lady and nodded, then glanced back at Onian.

Onian replied with two words in a dashing look - "please".

This was the heart of the noblewoman, and she had the opportunity to scrutinize Alwin's face in a bright and bright way.

When Alwyn put away the painting and put it in the tube, and sat down, he realized that the noble lady's eyes were very restless. The man sat there, but the explicit teasing in his eyes really made Alvin look furious.

Alvin was rare at this time, as if he hadn't seen it, focusing on his paper and pen.

Just then, the sound of the Nalut came from outside the crowd, and the bard, with a deep voice, pushed through the crowd and walked straight in front of Oniean.

I only heard him sing with affection:

Ah, beautiful girl

Your eyes shine like the sun on the earth

Your eyes light up the night sky like stars

What a great Creator it is to portray you so exquisitely

Compared to you, all living things seem so rough and casual

Your smile is the result of his meticulous crafting

How can I use these humble words to describe the beauty of your countenance?

Ah, how angry I am, how resentful

Angry at this fateful arrangement

Resent the passage of time

Ah, beautiful girl

Your presence has rendered my previous life meaningless

But I should also rejoice in time

Rejoice in the ups and downs of life

Probably nothing better than meeting you

More grandiose joy

。。。

The bard sang and sang even more pompously on one knee, talking about the piano and looking up at Onian.

Now the crowd is in a lively mood again, after all, Onien's "husband" is still here.

But Alwyn was not worried about anything, and was still so engrossed in his painting, enjoying the noblewoman's "eyebrow flirtation", that he did not even have the time to turn his head to look at the bard. He knew that Aonien had been accustomed to the performances of bards since he was a child, and thought to himself that the bards who could be invited into the palace must be much more clever than the one in front of him. Besides, the words were too rough, and he was afraid that it would not match her taste, so he was not worried at all.

As he expected, Onian seemed to have no interest in the bard kneeling in front of him, and even yawned at the rough lyrics, but kept a polite smile on his face.

The half-kneeling bard had finished singing a song, and before he could recite the words of the flesh, Onian snatched the lute from his hand.

Then the next jaw-dropping image appeared.

O'Ann actually walked towards him while playing the piano, and he didn't know that she could play this instrument.

Especially under her current outfit, a lovely country girl, the appearance of playing the piano, not to mention how light and funny, this time really fascinated Alwin.

There is also the music of the piano, which is light and soft, with a bit of long-term homesickness, which really poked the thoughts in Alwin's heart.

Indeed, now only she understands him, and he understands her.