Qiao Qixin and Zhang Li were wandering around the market, Qiao Qixin was like a child going out for the first time, and she also wanted to see it and touch it.

"This pottery is so beautiful!"

"This insole is also beautiful, so soft to the touch!"

Qiao Qixin chattered non-stop next to Zhang Li.

"Qixin, look ahead, why are there so many people around?" Zhang Li stretched out her hand and grabbed Qiao Qixin, who wanted to run to another stall, "Let's go and have a look." ”

"Oh!" Qiao Qixin replied.

The two squeezed into the crowd and found a dusty man sitting in the center, holding a brush in his hand and dancing on rice paper.

Georgette stepped on her feet and saw a portrait drawn on the paper.

Perhaps because of the lack of time, the outline is slightly sloppy, and the superposition of colors is not handled properly.

"This guest officer, your painting is ready."

The painter put down the brush, and a person who looked like a small man next to him immediately picked up the painting, showed it to the onlookers, and then handed it to the owner of the painting.

"That's good."

Exclamations came from the crowd.

"How's it going? That's a good drawing! Zhang Li put her arm around Qiao Qixin, "There are few painters on the set, you are really in a hurry this time!" ”

"It's okay, isn't this just sketching, I can draw too." Qiao Qixin's voice was not loud.

Zhang Li tugged on Qiao Qixin's arm, "How can we learn this, don't talk big." ”

Qiao Qixin didn't say much, she was a student of an art academy before the crossing, majoring in oil painting.

Although I didn't draw very well in the class, my foundation was still good.

As soon as Qiao Qixin wanted to explain, she heard the painter next to her laugh "hehe".

"This little girl, why don't you try it?"

A wild girl in the countryside, dare to set off his field? When he can't be a vegetarian!

"No, no, no, my sister is joking, don't be angry, don't be angry." Zhang Li hurriedly explained.

In these years, the people who learned to paint are all big families, and no matter how bad they are, they are also in business, which can be provoked by farmers like them.

"Hmph," said the painter sarcastically, putting down his brush, "the pheasant also wants to go to heaven." ”

Qiao Qixin: ?

"I'll draw." Qiao Qixin stepped forward despite Zhang Li's pull.

When everyone saw that this was true, they couldn't help but get excited.

The painter raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Qixin, and snorted, "Okay, I'll let you." ”

He stood up and made a "please" gesture to Qiao Qixin.

Qiao Qixin was also polite and sat directly on the chair.

She took a piece of paper and picked up a pen and walked around the rice paper.

Ah, the brush is still not very easy to use.

Qiao Qixin said in her heart.

She was used to using pencils and brushes, and suddenly she was still a little unfamiliar with drawing with brushes.

But it's not a big deal, after all, she Qiao Qixin is also a person who has written calligraphy for five years!

Qiao Qixin's wrist turned, and the aura around her body changed at this time.

Everyone gradually stopped making noise, and watched Qiao Qixin paint quietly.

Time passed, and Qiao Qixin also completed the last stroke.

She put the brush aside, tilted her head to look at the painter on the side, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Don't you look?" ”

The painter kept looking ahead while Qiao Qixin was painting, and he didn't see the process on the rice paper.

"Hmph." The painter snorted disdainfully.

What can you draw with a woman from Nomura......

The painter looked at the painting on the table and was stunned.

What Georgette painted was nothing else, it was the painter himself.

The concise outline, the thick and thin lines, and most importantly, the look in the eyes......

It's a copy of the disdain of the artist himself!

When everyone saw that the painter stopped in place and did not speak, they came forward one by one with impatience of curiosity.

"It's like hey."

I don't know who opened the mouth first, but in short, it attracted a voice of approval.

What's more, the connotation of the speech is directly stated.

"Isn't it, these little eyes are the same as those of Master Li."

"Hahaha-"

Painter Li's face was blue and red for a while, and he immediately collected his things and wanted to leave.

"Painter Li, Painter Li, this painting ......" The employer who had bought the painting before stepped forward to stop Painter Li.

"What do you want to do?" Painter Li vigilantly covered his purse, "A painting costs 600 wen, no bargaining!" ”

"No, Painter Li, you misunderstood......

"No return, no exchange!" Painter Li pushed the employer away and left with the little servant.

The employer shook his head, only admitting that he was unlucky, and walked away with the torn portrait.

When everyone saw the painter leave, they all dispersed and went to their own markets.

Georgette shrugged, then threw the portrait on the table into the trash.

"Girl, you can really draw! It's amazing! Zhang Li grabbed Qiao Qixin's shoulder with an excited face.

Qiao Qixin scratched her head embarrassedly, "I learned a little before." ”

"You look like you've only learned a little! I don't think those who have studied for a few years are not as good as you! Zhang Likua's Qiao Qixin's cheeks flushed.

"By the way, sister, do you know how many paintings the painter can sell in a day when he sets up a stall here?" Qiao Qixin asked.

Zhang Li thought for a while, "About one or two?" ”

"So little?" Georgette was a little surprised.

"Hey, we don't have any rich people here, it's just a good time."