Dong Qiaoqiao said it subconsciously, but she didn't expect to be heard by Wang Xuan, and she agreed to her casually, her face was shy, but she was also a little happy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info after all, women love beauty, and it is their dream to be able to keep their youth in the form of a canvas.

"Thank you, Childe. Dong Qiaoqiao said shyly.

Wang Xuan smiled, wiped the back of his hand on his face, and said to Dong Qingshan: "Uncle Dong, what do you think?"

Dong Qingshan gave Wang Xuan a thumbs up and said, "To you, son, what you didn't say, in addition to admiration, the little old man still admires." ”

Wang Xuan finished the rest of the illustrations in one go, this fake Miss Ji has different expressions, but they are the same beautiful and moving, and they are guaranteed to be fascinated by those talents.

Wang Xuan finished drawing the last stroke, wiped it on his face again, and then stood up and said with a smile: "It's done, call it a day." ”

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the portraits of the same woman in different shapes in the booklet, her face was full of envy, she glanced at Wang Xuan, and suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xuan was stunned by her laughter, but this Nizi really looks good when she laughs.

Dong Qiaoqiao took out a handkerchief from his arms, glanced at Wang Xuan with a red face, bit his lip and leaned in front of Wang Xuan, and the handkerchief stroked Wang Xuan's face with a faint fragrance.

Wang Xuan suddenly realized that it must be charcoal ash on her face that she would have such a move.

However, her hand startled Wang Xuan. In this era, the defense of men and women is very strict, even if Dong Qiaoqiao was born in an ordinary family, but this action is too intimate, even in the era of Wang Xuan, only boyfriends and girlfriends will have such actions.

Don't think about me differently, day, then I'm dangerous, this talent is born to sit in the middle of things. Wang Xuan thought shamelessly. In this day and age, to be honest, he is not ready to fall in love.

Wang Xuan hurriedly took a step back, unconsciously rejected her kindness, naturally took her handkerchief, and said with a smile: "I'll just come by myself." ”

Dong Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and also realized that there was something wrong with him, his face turned red, Wang Xuan hurriedly put the handkerchief on his nose and sniffed it gently, and said frivolously: "It's so fragrant!"

Dong Qiaoqiao knew that he was deliberately trying to resolve his embarrassment, so he smiled gratefully at Wang Xuan.

However, frivolity is another nature of Wang Xuan, and there is no need to pretend to be this.

Dong Qiaoqiao's face seemed to be stained with thick rouge, and he hummed softly and did not speak.

Wang Xuan glanced at Lao Dong, but Lao Dong was indifferent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Xuan was a little annoyed in his heart, Xiao Nizi is not sensible, you are still ignorant when you are old. provoked Lao Tzu to get angry, and ate your baby girl in one bite, don't blame me.

This is not Wang Xuan's hypocrisy, but he is still relatively unfamiliar with this world, and he is not mentally prepared for falling in love, so he can only take his time.

The father and daughter didn't speak, but it seemed to be acting in a pantomime, Wang Xuan wiped the dust on his face and was about to return it to Dong Qiaoqiao, but it was already stained with dust and black, and he was a little embarrassed to return it to her directly.

Dong Qiaoqiao smiled indifferently, took the handkerchief from the Wang player and said, "Childe, I'll do all the heavy work." ”

Seeing her natural demeanor, Wang Xuan calmed down, and thought about it, do I feel too good about myself? It's so easy to have a chick upside down? But this talented person is handsome and dashing, and it is not normal if there is no chick upside down.

After sketching with carbon black, Wang Xuan asked Dong Qiaoqiao to take a brush and follow the imprint of the sketch and draw it carefully, so as not to erase the carbon black.

This is a delicate job, even if it is a gourd drawing, the slightest mistake will destroy the whole picture.

Wang Xuan didn't have time to tell Dong Qiaoqiao that he was a half-genius who didn't know how to use a brush at all, but Dong Qiaoqiao was also well-behaved and clever, although he didn't understand why Wang Xuan didn't use a brush, but he didn't ask.

She carefully traced the sketch, and her little face was full of sweat beads of nervousness, for fear that she would accidentally destroy the original portrait of Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan had a faint feeling in his heart, the unconditional trust of their father and daughter in him made Wang Xuan feel very warm, I really don't understand the era I live in, those mongrels who make cages to cheat old ladies of pension money, did they grow up eating shit?

Dong Qiaoqiao finally copied all the portraits, and her skillful hands made Wang Xuan speechless, and even the roundness of the strokes was no different from what Wang Xuan painted.

Wang Xuan shook his head and sighed: "Qiaoqiao, you must not marry someone else as a wife, otherwise where would I find a skillful hand like you." ”

Wang Xuan and her got acquainted with each other, so they even saved the word Miss, and directly called her Qiaoqiao, it was originally a good girl, what is it called "Miss".

After Wang Xuan finished speaking, he laughed a few times arrogantly, and Dong Qiaoqiao ran out with a red face, probably not understanding how Wang Xuan, a merry and talented man, suddenly became so vulgar.

Hehe, I was frightened by the handkerchief that Xiao Nizi sent, and I will also inseminate you once. Lao Tzu is so shameless, what can you do to me? Wang Xuan smiled arrogantly.

After finishing the manual, it was already noon, and handed over the manuscript to Lao Dong to find a printing company to photocopy it as soon as possible.

Wang Xuan knew that the current photocopying technology was backward, but fortunately, there were not many pages in this small album, and it was good to be able to produce 500 copies in the afternoon and evening.

Lao Dong has lived in this city for many years, has a flexible mind and a wide range of contacts, which is exactly what Wang Xuan values him.

Lao Dong was about to go out to photocopy the manuscript, Wang Xuan suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Uncle Dong, you have to tell the printing company about this matter, and you must pay attention to confidentiality." In particular, this manuscript is extremely valuable, and it is very easy to imitate when it falls into the hands of someone else and prints it, so you must be careful. Manuscripts should be returned in a timely manner. ”

Wang Xuan has promised Lao Dong a huge profit, and there is no intellectual property protection in these years, if it is really pirated, it will really accompany him to lose all his money, and tell him to go where to cry out for injustice. In my own time, even with intellectual property protection, it was not the same as piracy. So he had to repeatedly tell Lao Dong to keep it secret.

Dinner was settled at Lao Dong's house, Wang Xuan was alone, and there was only a cold stove when he went back, so it was better to chat with their father and daughter. Dong Lushui also returned, his face flashing with excitement, obviously the initial results.

Dong Qiaoqiao really verified the name of Qiaoqiao again, although it is coarse tea and light rice, it is extremely delicious. Seeing that Wang Xuan almost swallowed his tongue into his stomach, Dong Qiaoqiao covered his lips and smiled lightly, beautiful and simple, with a faint feeling of warmth.

After dinner, I accompanied Lao Dong to the printing shop to go around, sure enough, there is money to make the ghost grind, under the lure of promising twice the original price, more than 20 skilled workers in the printing house, overnight to start production, the boss patted his chest and promised that he would drive out 500 copies before dawn.

The printing technique here is still extremely ancient, the original manuscript is first rubbed onto kraft paper, and then inked onto the paper through kraft paper, and the handwriting is bound into a book after drying, the effect is worse, but the portrait and handwriting are still very clear.

This kind of handicraft workshop can produce 500 copies in an afternoon and one night, which is indeed the limit.