As soon as he saw Zheng Yi's eyes, Tang Baobao probably knew something.

It was probably rejected by Liu Qing.

Tang Baobao thinks this is normal, not because Zheng Yi is too fat, but because Liu Qing is not familiar with Zheng Yi at all, and this kind of thing is rejected by anyone.

After all, whoever receives a confession from someone they don't know very well will subconsciously refuse, right?

Tang Baobao, who had never known how to comfort people, was stunned in place, and decided to look at it while walking: "Zheng Yi? ”

Tang Baobao shouted softly, and after a while, Zheng Yi came back to his senses and gave Tang Baobao a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Baby, are you here?" ”

"Stop laughing." Tang Baobao stepped forward to hug her and patted her shoulder: "It's okay to cry!" ”

Zheng Yi: "......"

She sneered and said, "I can't cry, I cried too much yesterday!" ”

"I see." Tang Baobao looked Zheng Yi up and down: "These eyes are swollen and no different from ghosts!" ”

Tang Baobao paused and said: "The three-legged frog is not easy to find, and the two-legged man is not easy to find, without Liu Qing, let's change another one." ”

Zheng Yi looked at Tang Baobao innocently and said, "But I like him." ”

Tang Baobao: "......"

Don't you see, this girl is still an infatuated species?

"Since I like him so much." Tang Baobao sighed in disgust and said, "Wouldn't it be good for us to pursue him?" ”

It has always been heard that men pursue women, where do women pursue men?

Zheng Yi's eyes widened when he heard this novel argument, and Tang Baobao got up and said as an old pedant: "As the old saying goes, men chase women across mountains, women chase men across the veil, let's just pierce this veil?" ”

"Where's this old saying, why haven't I heard it?" Zheng Yi frowned.

Tang Baobao smiled awkwardly: "It doesn't matter where the old saying is, what matters is this argument, if you like it, go after him!" ”

Liu Qing has no wives and concubines, although he likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, he has never heard of any woman he has a crush on, which shows that Zheng Yi still has a chance.

"Okay, so how do you chase it?" Zheng Yi felt that what Tang Baobao said was reasonable, since she had identified the person, she had to work hard, not to mention that Liu Qing hadn't refused it personally?

When Liu Qing refuses in person, it's not too late for her to give up, isn't it?

As soon as Tang Baobao said this, he suddenly became energetic: "This, you are asking the right person, I heard that Liu Qing likes Danqing, although he can't, but he especially admires those who are well painted, I heard that he has a good hand in several good Danqing in the city!" ”

Zheng Yi raised her eyebrows, but painting this thing requires Tong Zigong, is it too late for her to paint at this time?

Tang Baobao is a man of action: "Just ask Liu Qing, the blue-eyed painter, to teach us how?" ”

Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment, why did Tang Baobao also want to learn?

"Hehe, anyway, one sheep is also herded, and two sheep are also driven." Tang Baobao paused and said: "I'm also a little interested in painting, so there's nothing wrong with studying it!" ”

Zheng Yi thought for a while: "Okay! ”

In less than half an hour, the two spent a lot of money to invite the painter over.

The painter is not young, his beard has turned gray, the two sit together in a row, the painter asked the two to draw something at will first, Tang Baobao thought for a long time, and only drew a few stickmen.

I couldn't draw well, so I had to go to the side to influence my classmates, Zheng Yi.

And Zheng Yi and Tang Baobao are completely two styles, because in such a short period of time, Zheng Yi actually painted a landscape, although there are no other colors, but it has already taken shape.

Tang Baobao's eyes widened, he looked back at his stickman, and then at Zheng Yi's landscape, wondering if he and her were learning to paint at the same time: "Did you learn to draw when you were young?" ”

Zheng Yi shook his head innocently: "No, I learned to write when I was a child, or I learned to play chess or something, and I didn't learn to draw." ”

Tang Baobao pointed to her painting: "Then how did this come out?" ”

Zheng Yi also felt that Tang Baobao's stickman painting was very strange, why could she draw so badly.

When the painter looked at the paintings of the two, his face became difficult to look at when he saw Tang Baobao's stickman, and when he saw Zheng Yi's landscape, he laughed slowly: "Miss Zheng's painting is full of gods and shapes, and the mountain is quite popular with everyone, even the old man doesn't have much to teach Miss Zheng." ”

Tang Baobao: "......?" ”

"And Miss Tang, I suggest you don't paint, it's a waste of time to learn something else, every inch of time is an inch of gold!" The painter's comments on Tang Baobao were also very ruthless, which made Tang Baobao look embarrassed.

Okay, there is always a difference between geniuses and ordinary people.

After the painter left, Zheng Yi comforted Tang Baobao and said, "You are actually quite good-looking. ”

Tang Baobao said with a bitter face: "Don't make fun of me?" ”

Zheng Yi did not laugh at Tang Baobao, and casually evolved the stickman into a human on the basis of Tang Baobao's stickman.

Tang Baobao was stunned, "You are good at drawing comics!" ”

"What is a comic?" This time it was Zheng Yi's turn to be stunned for a moment.

Tang Baobao took out a ruler and drew the paper into four grids, and then wrote a small story next to it: "You draw this story in this small four grids." ”

The story written by Tang Baobao is about a cat who wants to catch fish to eat, but falls into the water, and then struggles to climb ashore and shiver on the shore.

Zheng Yi thought for a while, and then waved his pen, the cat in the first two grids was painted chubby, looking cute and cute, and the weak struggle of the cat in the last two squares and the pitiful baba after coming ashore looked lifelike.

Tang Baobao raised her eyebrows, Zheng Yi was even better than she imagined!

"Let's work together!" Tang Baobao looked at Zheng Yi, completely left Liu Qing's liking for Danqing in his mind, and began to go off the rails and discuss the matter of painting.

"You write a story and I'll draw it?" Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment: "Is this okay?" ”

"What's not to do?" Tang Baobao paused: "You need to practice anyway." ”

The two stayed together all afternoon, and Tang Baobao had a lot of stories in his head, after all, ...... In her mind, there are stories of 5,000 years.

Tang Baobao first wrote a story from a romance novel he had read before, and the content in it was so bold that Zheng Yi's face was red when he painted.

"The girl in this story is too bold, isn't she?" Zheng Yi couldn't help but sigh after painting: "If only I had as bold as her, then I would be able to ......"

Tang Baobao looked speechlessly at the plot of the female protagonist confessing to the male protagonist on the street, and secretly thought that if Zheng Yi did it, I am afraid it would cause a sensation.