(Thanks only Qingdai forgot to say the peace charm, bookworm rain god's peace charm and sachet)

A picture of "Teahouse Style" was vividly depicted on the paper, and the young man who watched it praised it again and again in amazement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He smiled at Yan Qing and said, "Mrs. Su, Mr. Su is too powerful, look at it this way, everyone is like a real one"

Yan Qing smiled and replied, "That's it!"

She looked at Fengsheng's picture and almost finished it, but she felt that something was missing? She looked at it carefully, and thought, "Husband, I think he is still missing!" she said, gesturing at the young man.

"Me?" the young man looked at the two of them and pointed at himself inexplicably.

"That's right!" Yan Qing smiled: "How can a teahouse be called a teahouse without Xiao Er, add you to it, it will be more interesting to watch"

"What Mrs. Su said is!" The young man didn't wait for Su Jin to speak, he sat in front of Mr. Su first, and waited for Mr. Su to paint him.

"Stand up!" Yan Qing corrected him.

As soon as he heard this, the young man hurriedly jumped up from the chair again, and stood tense and didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Yan Qing and Su Jin looked at each other and smiled, she said to her husband: "Husband, you show him the facial bones first, and when he comes upstairs and walks towards us, you can capture his expression and gesture, and it will be perfect on the painting."

"Well!good!" Su Jin nodded in understanding and glanced at the young man.

The young man understood the meaning of the two, and when he touched Mr. Su's gaze, he hurriedly ran downstairs, and after a burst of stairs, he took a pot of tea and went upstairs.

After Su Jin captured the young man's expression, half a moment later, a "Teahouse Wind Picture" was painted.

After drying the ink, the young man took the painting in his hand, and praised himself with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes in the painting: "Mr. Su is amazing, the small one is too similar, it's just that another "Teahouse Wind Picture", can you paint our shopkeeper's painting?"

"It's a trivial matter!" Since the shopkeeper who had never met before was willing to waive their table and chair rent and tea money in exchange for her husband's four paintings, he must also be a person who knew the general situation, so she naturally agreed.

They chatted, but they didn't know that a painting was completed, and it was already three poles in the day.

At this time, a woman came from outside the teahouse and said, "Madam, Mr. Su's painting stall has not been set up today."

After waiting for a moment and no reply, I heard the woman called "Madame" say in a slightly disappointed voice: "Is it?

The young man said to Su Jin and Yan Qing: "That lady came here once yesterday, but I didn't expect to come to Mr. Su again today to paint."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the window fence and shouted to a red sedan chair below: "Madame, wait a minute, Mr. Su and Mrs. Su are out of the stall today, he just painted one in the teahouse, Mr. Su will paint for you."

After speaking, when he looked back at Mr. Su and Mrs. Su, they were gone.

They went downstairs and walked to the teahouse, and a red sedan chair appeared in front of the stall, which was particularly dazzling in Wenren Street, no matter where it was placed.

Su Jin and Yan Qing walked to the sedan chair and saw a woman in her fifties standing beside the sedan chair in a proper manner.

She saw Su Jin and his wife, and smiled: "The day before yesterday, when my wife passed by Wenren Street, I saw Mr. Su and Mrs. Su painting here, and after Mrs. Su returned home, she thought about it, and she was still worried about it, so she hurried to see it earlier, if Mr. Su's painting satisfies my wife, the silver reward is naturally indispensable."

Yan Qinghuizhi smiled and asked, "I wonder if Madame has already thought about what posture to paint in her heart before she came here to paint?"

After hearing this, the woman didn't ask what her wife meant, but replied directly with a smile: "I heard that Mrs. Su will say one or two instructions in her expression before everyone paints?"

"Exactly!" Yan Qing said with a smile.

The woman glanced at Mr. Su, who was speechless, and smiled: "So, I don't know when I started painting?"

Su Jin looked at the woman and smiled, and after humbly inviting the woman, he sat down first and began to grind the inkstone.

Yan Qing went to the teahouse and brought a few oil-paper umbrellas and folding fans.

The woman lifted the curtain, and first a fair, slender hand with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water stretched out.

Yan Qing was curious, she wanted to see how charming this lady's appearance was?

It's just that I didn't expect that a little girl about sixteen years old got off the carriage, looking at the willow eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, a three-dimensional small nose, a small cherry mouth, and a very cute look.

The "lady" jumped out of the carriage, smiled at Yan Qing with a cute look, and walked directly to Su Jin and asked with a smile: "Mr. Su, can you start painting?"

"Hmm!" Su Jin looked up at her and smiled and asked, "Madame wants to paint a self-portrait, or a photo?"

"It's okay! Don't be a lady or a lady, Mr. Su will call me Qing'er!" As soon as Jiang Qing spoke, the woman waiting beside him leaned over and said, "Madam"

"Ah, Aunt Li, it's okay, it's not in the house now, I'm almost suffocating, you still care about me when I come out to breathe!"

That's right, the reason why she asked the old lady to leave the house was to paint, in fact, she just wanted to go out of the house to breathe, that stupid husband, she didn't want to play with him all day long.

Thinking of it, she continued: "Alas, Mr. Su, you want to make me look better, but I praised you in front of the old lady in advance, and she was willing to let me out of the house, huh?

Su Jin smiled when he heard this, thinking that she was also an interesting little girl, but she was somewhat similar to his lady.

Yan Qing listened to this Qing'er girl chattering endlessly in front of her husband, and she didn't take her as a big living person in her eyes at all, as long as she was satisfied with the painting and gave the silver reward, anyway, they are now short of silver flowers.

She took her husband's meaning, and invited Miss Qing'er up from the chair, thinking that this was a cute little girl who was an elf, of course, suitable for selling cute and fresh styles, but when she painted it to the old lady in her house, it must be a dignified and virtuous portrait of a good granddaughter-in-law.

Yan Qing had already made up his mind in his heart.

She smiled and walked up to Jiang Qing and said: "Madam, you are a VIP painter, and thank you for your support of our art stall, my husband will pay you two paintings, and give you two more for free, the expression and posture of these four paintings are all guided by me, each one will be different, but when you go back to the house, the old lady will do it yourself, how about it?"