Both of them noticed each other's movements, so they looked at each other, smiled heartily, and then paid attention to their own affairs, the painter continued to paint, and Soram continued to study. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, Pedro gently helped a beautiful woman out of the car with his hand, this beautiful woman said a black dress, this kind of dress is also the most popular style in the mainland now, the upper body is very tight, used to highlight the upper circumference of the woman's pride, and the lower body is a big puffy skirt, and there is a special lining inside to support the whole skirt.

Generally, this kind of skirt is big and scary, and it is estimated that it is no problem to hide a person inside, but every time Soram sees this kind of skirt, he can't help but think of the kind of turkey with a big ass, especially those women also like to decorate the skirt behind their buttocks with ribbons woven into various patterns, which looks more similar.

However, this skirt is just right for this beautiful woman, and her charm is brought into full play. At the same time, this beautiful woman also wore a small black gauze hat on her head, showing a hint of playfulness in her dignity. At the same time, a piece of black gauze extending from the black gauze hat just blocked the upper half of the beautiful woman's face, making people unable to notice the beautiful woman's eyes.

This makes this woman even more mysterious, and as the saying goes, if you want to be filial piety, and the color of this beautiful woman's dress is obviously a filial piety dress, but when it comes to her widowhood, it's nothing. But this black dress really made all men want to care for and conquer her.

After slowly getting out of the carriage, the beautiful woman first thanked Pedro, and then took out a small fan, blocking her mouth and not knowing what to say to the paladin, and then Pedro bent down slightly to express her honor, and then naturally stood beside her, a bodyguard, and followed her slowly to this side.

When they arrived, many painters stopped what they were doing, took out their proud paintings, and placed them beside them. And those opera singers didn't mess up, they still continued to perform, but they were louder, and the other artists should do the same, but just harder.

They are artists anyway, and they have to be a little forced, even if they really hope to be favored by Mrs. Muse, they won't be so naked, that would be too low.

They knew that Madame Muse would walk slowly from the corner of the street to the end of the street, and that she would stop where she was interested. In general, everyone has a chance, as for those who want to take the initiative to approach Lady Muse, it will be miserable, don't think that the knight behind Lady Muse is given for nothing, any impolite guy will be taught a hard lesson by them.

But these have nothing to do with Solam, and he doesn't know these things, he just looks at the picture of the beautiful woman intently, while eating baked purple potatoes absentmindedly, what he is thinking about now is where to go later. The atmosphere of the old town was good, but it wasn't quite for Solam, and he wondered if he should go to the new town on the south bank, where he heard that there were many good taverns.

The beautiful woman, Madame Muse, accompanied by the little white-faced paladin, walked slowly down the street, stopping at some paintings or by the stage, but nothing seemed to impress her, and she stopped for a while and then left, without a word. The actors or artists who missed Madame Muse were frustrated, such a great opportunity, but they didn't take it.

You know, Madame Muse doesn't come every day, and I don't know when I'll have to wait until next time.

Just after Solam finished eating the roasted purple potato in his hand, the painter seemed to have finished painting, and Solam was going to withdraw, but the painter suddenly said, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Solam was stunned for a moment, but still replied honestly: "It's good-looking!" ”

"Where's the pretty?" The painter then asked.

"Women are beautiful!" How does Soram know what is good about this painting, he is illiterate about artworks, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, and he gives his reasons very reasonably, he is telling the truth, how can the fruit of a beautiful woman not look good? And this kid's painting is really good, very detailed and expressive.

The painter was stunned when he heard the answer to this song, and originally thought that this person would be like those laymen, talking nonsense, brushwork, style, and so on. I didn't expect him to be very honest and say what he thought. How can such shallow words be said that they are not true? There is no reason for others to belittle themselves so much in front of him.

However, the painter was not angry at all, not only was he not angry, but as if he had seen a confidant, he grabbed Solam's hand and said excitedly: "You think so too? It's great that someone finally appreciates my paintings! ”

"Eh, eh, let's talk, don't pull and pull, I'm a serious straight man, and I'm not interested in men!" Being held by a big man so excitedly, goosebumps came out on Solam's body.

"Straight man? Oh, oh, I'm not interested in men either, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm excited. "This guy didn't react to what a straight man was at first, but combined with the sentences before and after, he guessed it, hurriedly let go of Solam's hand, and then apologized to Soram a little embarrassed." It's easy to meet someone who understands me so well, and I'm a little excited. ”

Soram looked at his paintings, although he didn't know how they were judged good or bad, but from Solam's shallow eyes, the paintings were still good, why didn't anyone like them?

"Although I don't know how to draw, but your painting looks good, why doesn't anyone like it?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I just want to draw a few beauties, but those stupid people, I don't know how to look at them, I have to say that my paintings have deep meanings, what do I want to express, but also how my brushwork and style are. I'm just just painting women.,Where did I come from?,I really don't know what these people think.,I just don't comment on how these women are.,But say a bunch of what they don't have.。 ”

As soon as he talked about this, the painter was bitter, he just wanted to paint, where did so many ghost things come from, but other people always said a bunch of far-fetched things, which made the painter a headache.

Actually, it's not to blame the painter, where is this? It is Silver Moon City, the place with the strongest artistic atmosphere on the mainland, even civilians will not say those superficial comments, even if they are blind, they have to say some truth, otherwise it will not only be embarrassing, but also let others say that they are not right-hearted and perverts.

Because a painter's work often paints the world as it is in his heart. Therefore, even if the painting is a flower, in fact, the expression is not necessarily a flower, it must always be a little plausible in order to show the force. But the person in front of me really just wants to paint women, and there is no other mess in it. But if others can't say that, if you really say it so bluntly, doesn't that mean that you only think about women in your heart? It's too superficial!

Therefore, the painter naturally feels that he has no confidant, and he is a good person, and he will not admit that he is superficial. But today, he really met someone who dared to tell the truth.

"......" It's the first time I've heard of this kind of painter, if someone else paints, they can't wait for the meaning of their painting, the deeper the better, but what about this one? I just like my paintings to be as shallow as possible, which is really weird.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Philip Pike, a bard, a local, and a hobby of painting." The man didn't pay attention to Solam's expression, but introduced himself enthusiastically.

"My name is Solam Tomya, a foreigner, and I'm here to visit relatives in Silvermoon City." Seeing that this guy was so enthusiastic, Solam was embarrassed to refute other people's face, and simply introduced himself.

"Haha, hello, Solam, I finally met a confidant today, you must have a drink with me, go, I'll take you to a good place." The painter named Philip was a little overzealous, and regardless of whether Soram agreed or not, he packed up his things and prepared to drag Soram to drink.

Soram couldn't help but look at this guy with a smile, this person was too enthusiastic, and when Soram was just about to say something more, Philip picked up the picture of the fruit girl and stuffed it directly into Soram's hand. "This painting is for you!"

Looking at the painting in his hand, Soram was about to refuse, but he couldn't say anything, it's not that Soram really likes this painting, this painting is just a small yellow picture in Soram's opinion, and it's not enough to jerk off with it. But no matter how you say it, this is also someone else's heart, it is that he does not treat him as an outsider, if he refuses again, it will be a little bit of something, although in essence, Soram is a person who disregards others, but it also depends on the situation.

At least he didn't think that this guy named Philip was not a bad person, and he didn't have any bad intentions towards himself, so Soram was willing to give him some face, so he had to agree. Just as the two of them were packing up and preparing to leave, a nice female voice suddenly sounded next to them.

"Huh?"

As soon as they turned around, they saw Lady Muse and Pedro standing beside them, and Lady Muse was looking straight at the painting in Solam's hand. Soram looked at Philip, meaning what to do?

Philip shrugged, not paying any attention to the Lady Muse, and tilted his head towards Soram with a look of leave. When Soram saw his expression, he naturally knew what it meant, he didn't care, and when he saw that Philip didn't care about Mrs. Muse, he didn't care, so he didn't care about it, so he didn't care about it and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Just as they were about to leave, the Muse stopped them again.

As a last resort, the two could only look back at the woman, but both of them looked a little impatient;

The expressions of these two people made the people around them angry, they really don't want to give face, Lady Muse stopped you, she gave you face, who do you show this expression?

But Madame Muse was not angry, but pointed to the painting in Solam's hand, and said softly, "Can you show me that painting?" ”

Hearing this, the eyes of the other people on the side were on fire, but I didn't expect Mrs. Muse to actually take a fancy to this kid's painting, what kind of shit luck is this?

Soram looked at Philip, who said indifferently: "The painting is yours, you decide." ”

Soram thought it was nothing for the woman to see, so he handed it over.

The woman took the painting and looked at it carefully, while the others craned their necks to see what Madame Muse had to say about it.