"Do you say that the people are beautiful or the scenery is beautiful?"

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Could it be that my painting attainments are really too high?

Han Qi thought to himself, and asked with a chuckle.

But just look at it.

It's just that maybe Han Qi is a traverser and is used to taking everything to heart.

Don't show it deliberately.

And the world is aimed at the oppression and bullying of outcasts, and he instinctively has to be on guard against anything.

But now that you've seen it, there's no need to hide it.

Not to mention.

Fourth beauty, is it unsightly?

Cut.

"You...... Painted?"

Feixian Sugree looked at it for a long time, and looked at Han Qi with her hair away.

Han Qi's expression was strange, and he pointed to the little short body: "She painted it, do you believe it?"

Flying String Sugray tilted her head and shiny, and continued to look down without speaking.

After a long time, I couldn't help frowning: "This style of painting...... It's not like any of the traditional painting styles of the God-given Continent. ”

Looking at Han Qi, Feixian Sugree spoke: "I dreamed of it again?"

Han Qi rubbed his nose and smiled: "You will ask and answer yourself." ”

Feixian Sugray looked at Han Qi, the corners of her mouth curled up with a mocking micro-expression, and continued to bow her head.

"Mom...... Mother...... Mommy ......"

The little short body held the crushed Lisi red fruit in his hand and leaned over to the girl in the painting: "CH...... Eat!!Eat!!"

Han Qi pursed the corners of his mouth, looked at the little short body, and then rubbed her hair, but she didn't pay attention.

Feixian Sugree bit her lip and looked at Han Qi with a strange expression: "Mom...... Is it the lingua franca mother......? Her mother?"

Han Qi was stunned and said casually: "She has no parents since she was a child, she developed earlier than others, and it is estimated that she already has the consciousness of looking for her mother." Probably screaming. ”

Flying String Sugree nodded: "She's screaming...... You're scribbling too?"

Han Qi smiled and looked at Feixian Sugree: "What's the matter, go to Mentor St. John, he has given you a lecture and solved your doubts?"

Although Feixian Sugree didn't know these six words very well, through the context and a little bit of foundation in learning Chinese characters recently, she roughly understood the meaning of Han Qi.

In an instant, Liang Jingjing looked at Han Qi and just looked at it.

Han Qi nodded and smiled: "Looking at this look, it seems to be for you." But you came here very calmly and didn't mention it, and it felt like you didn't say it. ”

Flying String Sugree was silent for a moment, she wouldn't lie, but she could not tell.

"It's so beautiful...... You say she's a dwarf?"

Sugree pinched her hair and focused on the painting again.

Peel off a red fruit and stuff it back into the little short's hand. It's also strange that the little short body is not even a year old, or even less than six months.

I didn't understand anything and didn't even speak well, but I pointed to the girl in the painting and called Mom.

However, she fed the broken red fruit in her hand to the girl in the painting, and she was too young to realize that the juice of the fruit would be applied to the girl's face. Thus plastering.

"Gnaw ~ Wow ~~~!!Wow !!!"

The little short body rubbed hard and couldn't rub it, so he simply broke the paper. And the broken place is actually the girl's side face. Even the upper body is gone.

The little short body gnawed twice, and the mouth opened and cried loudly.

She didn't even look at the peeled Lisi red fruit that Sugree handed over, and screamed to slap it away. His arms were still crying and swinging hard against the grass.

"It's good not to cry, not to cry. ”

Han Qi hugged the little short body with his mouth wide open and howled, and shook it a few times: "It doesn't matter, I'll draw another one for you, what are you afraid of." ”

Feixian Sugray stepped forward to wipe her hands, and the little white dog who was running and playing subconsciously stood still, looked back at the little short body, barked twice, and ran back to circle the little short body.

"Wow!! wow~~!!"

The little short body was still crying.

Han Qi handed the little short body to Flying String Sugree and set up the drawing board again. The paper is laid out.

The ink brush is re-done.

Feixian Sugray came over with the distracted little short body, and stood behind Han Qi with her hair pinned. The little short body really stopped crying, the tears on his face hadn't dried yet, sobbing and screaming.

Han Qi was distracted for a while, and started to sketch the general scene, and the picture just now appeared again.

This time, of course, it was very fast, and there was no need to recreate it.

It's just the second time I've painted it, and it seems that a lot of details have been added again unconsciously.

The surrounding setting of the hills in the vicinity.

In the distance, the firelight occasionally clinked glasses.

A bright moon in the sky is more substantial.

It's just that when he was painting the small earthen bag, Han Qi paused and didn't draw the window.

It seems like it's a little dirt bag.

And because of this.

The girl hugged her knees and looked up at the moonlight's figure, which was slightly larger than before, and her side face was clearer.

Flying String Sugree watched fixedly.

The little short body screamed and went to the girl again: "Mom...... Mommy ......"

Flying String Sugree led her closer.

I don't know why Han Qi painted so quickly, could it really be because of the second painting? But the time since he and he separated from him to find Tutor St. John's and met Shirley again and then came back was not short but not long.

At least not a student can just cast it.

Not to mention a real painter mentor.

Unless you don't care, it's fast.

But looking at Han Qi's expression, although he was calm, his eyes were fascinating.

It's not like carelessness.

It didn't take long to finish the painting, Han Qi looked at it for a while, pulled the corners of his mouth and exhaled, and took down the drawing board with a smile. Place on the ground. Turn around and take the little short body and let it go.

The little short body stopped crying for a long time, and at this time he was holding a red fruit of Lisi that Sugray had just peeled again. I didn't dare to feed it this time.

Children's instincts and instincts are the most direct.

Experience it once and you'll remember it.

It's just that Han Qi smiled and looked at the little short body and the girl in the painting......

was dissipated by the words of Sugree of the flying string.

"There seems to be a window on the dirt bag...... You forgot to draw. ”

Flying String Sugray calmly pinned her hair and spoke.

Han Qi grinned and looked back at the sparkle of Flying String Sugree. Banxiang said calmly: "You read it wrong. ”

Sugree turned around and took a few steps to pick up the paper......

Han Qi snatched it up, folded it casually and put it in his arms.

didn't look at her, just squatted down and hugged the little short body, pointing at the girl: "Who is this?"

"Mom...... Mom. ”

Flying String Sugree looked at it for a while, and then said calmly: "It doesn't seem to be a dirt bag, but a dungeon. ”

Han Qi reluctantly turned around: "What do you have to observe so carefully? Either I don't want to tell you anything, I don't want to show you anything." I'm always so curious and want to explore everything. ”

The corners of Feixian Sugree's mouth curled up and looked at Han Qi: "If you are not curious and want to explore everything, you can take the so-called World Factory Project and quietly plan it with the outcast?"

Han Qi praised: "Squad leader, you don't say such a long sentence." Tired, aren't you? Sit down and the sun is shining. ”

Feixian Sugray tilted her head and shiny, calmly squatted to the side and looked at Han Qi, frowned and said......

"Badass. ”

Han Qi smiled: "If Mentor St. John is as worried as you are about some of my opinions...... In the future, the road of outcasts will be really much smoother. ”

Feixian Sugray paused, shook her head and said, "Of course he wasn't too worried. Because there are four reasons why you can't succeed. ”

Han Qi smiled and didn't speak, holding the little short body and pointing to the girl in the painting to continue to teach her to be proficient in salutation.

Flying String Sugree didn't care about his non-response, and spoke calmly.

"First. You've created pianos and six-stringed pianos though, and even data analog projectors for these. But two of these instruments are not magic products, so it's easy to imitate. So what to say about the alternatives, some take it for granted. ”

After a pause, he saw that Han Qi still ignored it.

Flying String Sugree continued to speak.

"Second, even if one day you could mass-produce a large number of inexpensive and ineffective alternatives to magical products. It takes a long, long time for buyers to trust foundlings and trust foundling's products. ”

Don't look at Han Qi. Flying String Sugree said third and fourth with her hair pinned her hair.

"Third. One day you succeed and replace magical products to hit the traditional industrial market, and other countries can start wars, forcibly break your plans and even rob everything you have. ”

"The fourth and third are connected. It is very difficult for you to resist, and it is very difficult for you to succeed in resisting, because you are not equal to other countries, you are outcasts who have been targeted, suppressed, bullied, and excluded by all national racial forces. You have no way to fight the entire continent. ”

Han Qi finally responded, looking at her with a smile: "In that case, what are you calling me a 'bad guy'?"

Flying String Sugree looked at Han Qi brightly, and just looked at it.

Banxiang frowned slightly, shook his head and said: "It's me, my intuition and I don't know you very well...... I always feel that you are not a casual character. And what can be said openly is the confidence that others will not know it. ”

Han Qi calmly picked up the pen and sketched a few incongruities in the overall style: "Actually, can't you see that I'm holding on?"

Han Xiao looked back at Feixian Sugree, and Han Qi spoke: "With this in my arms, our family has a total of eight people." There are less than ten. It's my favorite. Can't you talk about it if you can't do it, can you?"

Flying String Sugree was silent, and wisely stepped forward to avoid the topic, squatting on the side with her chin propped up, looking at the girl in the painting with a short body calling her mother.

"This time it seems to be more detailed...... She's so beautiful. ”

Han Qi nodded: "She once aspired to be the fourth beauty." ”

Feixian Sugree was stunned, Liang Jingjing looked at Han Qi, and said calmly: "The selection of the three beauties has requirements for height. ”

Han Qi was surprised: "Don't you care about any selection?

Sugree was puzzled: "I've experienced it myself, and my memory is fine. What does it have to do with whether you care or not?"

"Okay. ”

Han Qi's perfunctory usual tone appeared, and he got up and turned it around with his little short body, and handed it to Feixian Sugree casually.

Flying String Sugray hugged the little short body and looked at him without saying more, watching him calmly pack up the sketchboards, brushes, paints, and easels.

Wrinkled his nose, turned around and went first.

"Hey ......"

Han Qi glanced at it and stood there helplessly. Banxiang shook his head, packed his things, and chased after him.

This place, which was quite lively just now, was once again heard except for the sound of the waterfall.

Tranquility was restored.

It also seems to herald that the leisure time is over. (To be continued.) )