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Although he didn't understand what Wang Xuan was thinking, looking at his excited eyes, the father and daughter of the Dong family also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.

Seeing that Dong Qiaoqiao's face was full of joy, Wang Xuan suddenly smiled and said, "Miss Qiaoqiao, aren't you very familiar with Miss Ji?

Dong Qiaoqiao also knows that the content in these sections is his father's hearsay and nonsense, and there is no authenticity at all.

She smiled and said, "Childe, you also said that we are in business and pay attention to interests. The things recorded in this booklet are also some small things that are rumored in the streets, but we have sorted them out and added some slightly exaggerated titles, which are not harmful to others, but also self-interested. In addition, Miss Ji and I are not familiar with each other, and we have not even met each other. ”

It's really wonderful, Wang Xuan sighed in his heart, I originally ran a three-page tabloid, what more authenticity do I need. However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Wang Xuan feel strange, did this Miss Ji make clothes and not let the tailor measure the size?

Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Wang Xuan's question, and said with a smile: "Miss Ji is extremely busy, and I always take one of Miss Ji's old clothes to make a sample. ”

Take an old dress as a sample, and the clothes made can satisfy Miss Ji, this Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a clever girl.

Having said all that, the advent of these three tabloid pages is still missing something crucial.

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space designated by Wang Xuan, and said puzzledly: "Childe, what are the remaining places for?"

Wang Xuan smiled mysteriously, and did not answer her words, but instructed her: "Qiaoqiao, is there any carbon black?"

Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently, and went to the kitchen to find a burned wooden stick for Wang Xuan. In this era, naturally no one knows what a pencil is, not even graphite, and Wang Xuan doesn't know how to use a brush, so he can only replace it with carbon black.

Wang Xuan hadn't painted for four or five years, and his hands were very raw, so he practiced sparsely on the ground.

Dong Qiaoqiao saw Wang Xuan three times and two times, and the face of a pretty woman appeared on the ground, the woman seemed to be alive, dignified and beautiful, and her appearance and demeanor were extremely realistic.

Both father and daughter have seen others splash ink and paint, but it is the first time they have seen such a swift sketch as Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan looked at the portrait, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he hadn't painted it for a few years, and his hands were very good, and he used to be more than this level.

Wang Xuan taught himself sketching when he was a child, and later went to college, where he practiced for four years in order to pursue the girl he liked, and the sketches he drew for her filled two cardboard boxes. It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to confess until the end.

Wang Xuan was obsessed with the past, and it wasn't until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times that Wang Xuan came to his senses and said with a smile: "Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?"

Dong Qiaoqiao asked softly: "Childe, what kind of painting is this, so simple? ”

For the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, Wang Xuan still has a lot of patience, so he smiled and said: "This is called sketching, which is a stick figure method in my hometown, and I haven't painted it for many years, and now my hands are very raw." ”

Dong Qiaoqiao shook his head and said: "No, I think that although the strokes of the son are simple, he uses the pen like a god, and the best thing is that only a piece of abandoned scorched wood can make such an artistic conception of painting, and he will definitely become a generation of grandmasters." ”

Although Wang Xuan was thick-skinned enough, he was a little blushing when she praised him like this, and hurriedly shook his head and smiled: "Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say this again, I will be proud." ”

Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes smiled into a seductive crescent, and said softly: "But I don't know where Gongzi's hometown is?"

Wang Xuan was stunned for a moment, his expression darkened, and he said softly: "My hometown is very far, very far. ”

Dong Qiaoqiao thought that Wang Xuan was unwilling to tell her, and a trace of loneliness flashed on her face, so she bit her red lip to watch Wang Xuan paint, and stopped talking to him.

Dong Qingshan, who had been staring blankly at the figure, suddenly shouted softly: "This woman is very similar to Mrs. Ji, but—"

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Look again, is this really Mrs. Ji?"

Dong Qingshan looked at it carefully for a while and said, "It seems to be a little younger and more beautiful than Mrs. Ji, is it, is it-" The father and daughter glanced at each other, their faces were surprised, and they looked at Wang Xuan together and said, "It's Miss Ji-"

Wang Xuan smiled and said nothing, Dong Qingshan hurriedly said, "Prince Wang, have you seen Miss Ji?"

Wang Xuan shook his head and smiled: "I haven't even seen you, how can I see it? I just happened to see Mrs. Ji, this painting is according to Mrs. Ji's appearance, plus my imagination, temporarily copied out, I think there should always be three points of imagination." ”

The father and daughter of the Dong family had no thoughts on their faces at this time, except for surprise and admiration. After all, with the appearance of a woman in her thirties, she painted the appearance of her daughter who was less than twenty years old, and ordinary painters did not have such skills, and now in their eyes, this prince seemed to be really omnipotent.

Wang Xuan looked at their demeanor, and secretly laughed in his heart, he deliberately painted this Miss Ji with Mrs. Ji a little imaginary, and at the same time more youthful and beautiful, just to make those talented people believe that the person in this painting is their fantasy Miss Ji.

After practicing with a wooden stick for a while, he felt that his proficiency was almost there, so he asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a knife, and Wang Xuan carefully sharpened the carbon black into a pencil shape, although it was a hand full of dust, but it was more comfortable.

Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came up again: "Childe, is this a pen? Why is it so strange? What is the name of this?"

Wang Xuan said with a smile: "I need something called a pencil for painting, but I don't have it here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape instead." I'll have to put it away for me when I'm done, maybe I'll need it again someday. Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.

With this pencil in hand, Wang Xuan seemed to return to the scene of painting a woman by the lake, and after a while, a more delicate and natural image of a beautiful woman jumped onto the paper. Due to the sharp tools and the fact that it has entered the state again, this painting is more than two grades higher than the one just now.

I saw that the woman in the painting had a fluttering skirt, like a fairy coming from the waves, with a beautiful face, a slight smile on her face, and a luxurious atmosphere, as if standing in front of her lifelikely. It's just that the center of his eyebrows is slightly frowned, and there seems to be some faint sorrow. This was deliberately added by Wang Xuan according to the recent situation of the Ji family that Dong Qingshan said, in order to be more realistic.

"Is this really Miss Ji? she's so good-looking. Dong Qiaoqiao sighed softly beside Wang Xuan: "It would be great if I also had such a painting." ”

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll give you a sketch another day." ”