The day passed quickly, and Chen Xuan gradually adapted to the life of a student.

When he got home in the evening, after dinner, he went to the night market with his sketchpad on his back.

The night market is not far from where Chen Xuan lives, and it is only a twenty-minute walk away.

It is unusually lively every night, the lights are bright, many small merchants and vendors set up stalls here, and it is also a famous food city in Peng City.

Because of the large flow of people, Chen Xuan planned to set up a stall here at night to paint for people, enhance his painting skills, and cultivate his divine thoughts.

The six portraits of the flying goddesses in "Immortals in the Painting", Chen Xuan can't even create the first one now.

Each of these paintings is the pinnacle of painting skills, and if you can draw it, you will definitely be able to increase your divine thoughts.

The current Chen Xuan, with his divine thoughts, can only draw an outline of the first portrait of the Flying Goddess, so if he wants to enhance his divine thoughts, he must continue to paint people every day and refine his divine thoughts.

"This night market looks really lively, with a lot of people coming and going. Chen Xuan carried the drawing board on his back, looked at the crowd of people, and sighed.

Chen Xuan set up a booth in a corner, set up a drawing board, and showed up the signboard for free painting, and then began to paint on his own, and soon a portrait appeared on the drawing paper.

He is not painting someone else, but Zhao Wenqing painted according to his memory, Zhao Wenqing in the painting is so beautiful, vivid, and vivid, as if he is going to break free from reality in China at any time.

This painting technique attracted a lot of passers-by at once, and everyone was shocked when they saw Chen Xuan's painting.

Soon someone acted as a model and asked Chen Xuan to help him paint, Chen Xuan naturally did not refuse to come, the pen walked away, and the brush flowed quickly on the paper.

Like a flying elf, it is dazzling, and almost instantly, vivid paintings appear in front of everyone's eyes.

Gradually, Chen Xuan was surrounded by spectators, and many people wanted Chen Xuan to paint, after all, painting for free, and the painting was so expressive and exquisite, if it was posted to the circle of friends, it would definitely attract countless voices of admiration.

It only took three days for Chen Xuan's reputation to spread in the night market.

Chen Xuan took classes during the day and helped people paint at night in the night market, and now he can't help people paint for free.

Because there were too many people in line, I almost started to fight for who got the right to paint first.

So Chen Xuan began to charge for painting, and a portrait charged fifty yuan, and whoever wanted to paint a portrait lined up to get a number.

Even so, people who wanted him to paint were still flocking to him, but it became much more orderly.

Chen Xuan came to the night market early tonight, he had just arrived here, and there were already people waiting, and the first one in line was a ten-year-old female college student with a pure appearance.

"Painter Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'm the first to line up, help me paint a beautiful portrait, I'm still waiting to post it on Moments." The female student said excitedly.

"Okay, sit down, let's get started. ”

Chen Xuan smiled and nodded, then set up the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush and began to paint for the female students.

At this moment, the lights are first released, the night market is noisy, and under the reflection of the lights, it seems that Chen Xuan's paintings are dusty, and there is a kind of charm in it.

Chen Xuan had just finished helping the female student draw, when suddenly a voice of surprise came from behind him:

"Chen Xuan, what are you doing?"

When I turned around, I saw a group of brightly dressed teenagers and girls walking in the crowd.

One of the girls in a red plaid fishtail dress was looking at him in surprise, it was his cousin Chen Xinyao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Seeing someone coming, Chen Xuan stood up, came to Chen Xinyao, and said with a light smile: "I'm helping people paint to make money." ”

"What? Recently, many people have said that there is a Chen painter with excellent painting skills in the night market, it can't be you, right?" Chen Xinyao looked at Chen Xuan in disbelief.

The reason why she and a group of friends came to the night market today was that she heard that there was a mysterious and abnormal painter here, and the paintings he made were amazing, so she wanted to come and see them.

Unexpectedly, he saw Chen Xuan setting up a stall here to paint for others, and now a fool can also see that Chen Xuan is the rumored painter.

"It's like a fake. Chen Xuan nodded.

Chen Xinyao was speechless at this time.

She has been with Chen Xuan for so many years, where has she seen Chen Xuan painting with others.

After a summer vacation, Chen Xuan has become extremely mysterious since he moved out to live, and Chen Xinyao really can't see through Chen Xuan.

"Xin Yao, do you know this rumored Chen painter?"

At this time, a man beside Chen Xinyao with a handsome face, excellent temperament, and a gentle smile asked.

"Of course I know, but I can't be more familiar with it. Chen Xinyao frowned and said, "He is my cousin Chen Xuan, who is in the same school as us and is also in his third year of high school." ”

"Hmm, Chen Xuan, the lucky one who was confessed by Shen Xiaohua?" said another girl in surprise.

"It's true to be confessed by Shen Xiaohua, but I don't like the title of lucky one. ”

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Brother Chen can be favored by Shen Xiaohua, naturally he has his advantages, since everyone knows each other, it is better to find a place to have a drink or two and make friends officially. The mild-faced man suggested again.

"Excuse me. I still have to help people paint and make money, and I can't compare to you rich second generation. ”

Chen Xuan categorically refused, without losing face at all.

This handsome man with a gentle smile may not know Chen Xuan, but he is very impressed by him in Chen Xuan's memory.

ZHANG Jian.

This person is a popular figure in Shuren High School, even more famous than Wei Zidong.

His father was the third-in-command of Pengshi, he was the president of the student union, and he excelled in his studies, and one of the papers he wrote had long been published in the most influential magazine in China, "Future", and it was said that he had been sent to Jinghua University in Qianjingfu.

He is Chen Xinyao's suitor, Chen Xinyao also has a good impression of him, in the eyes of others, the two of them are golden boys and girls, a pair made in heaven.

"Chen Xuan, what is your attitude? It's really rude. ”

Chen Xinyao saw that Chen Xuan did not give Zhang Jian face like this, and her face became a little ugly.

"Okay, it's my bad attitude, I'll apologize!" Chen Xuan said helplessly: "If it's okay, you can leave first, and I will help people paint." ”

After speaking, Chen Xuan turned around and left, ready to return to his stall and help people continue to paint.

"Wait, I have something to tell you. ”

Seeing that Chen Xuan looked like he was not going to eat oil and salt, Chen Xinyao frowned and walked towards Chen Xuan quickly.