The man was thin, with a delicate face, and smiled with a hint of shyness and worry, looking like a college student who had just entered society.

"You mean paint my portrait?"

I asked, glancing at the sketchpad he was tucking between his arms.

"Yes!"

The man said enthusiastically: "Give me ten minutes, and I will help you paint a portrait, and one will only cost ten yuan!" ”

"Sir, would you like one?"

Most of the passengers on this cruise ship were either rich or expensive, and if this man was just a poor man, how did he come to the ship to sell paintings?

"Sir, I'm a helper on this cruise ship, and it's not yet time to go to work, so that's why I found time to help people draw."

Without waiting for me to ask, the man took the initiative to explain.

"Judging by your appearance, you should still be a student, why did you come to work on the ship?"

Hearing my question, the man couldn't help but lower his head, his expression a little lonely.

It turned out that the man's name was Zhang Musheng, who was originally a student at the Modu Art Academy, and his father was injured on the construction site last month, and it took a lot of money to operate, and his younger brother also needed money to go to school, so he took the initiative to drop out of school and went to work on the ship, trying to reduce the burden on the family.

Because he didn't know technology, he could only do some hard work on the ship, and the salary was not high, so in order to earn more money to support the family, he came up with the idea of helping people paint portraits.

"Okay, then you can draw one for me."

After learning about Zhang Musheng's experience, I was also very sympathetic to him, so I nodded directly and said.

After such a long period of experience, I boast that I still have a very accurate eye for seeing people, this boy has a pure face and has patches on his clothes, and he should indeed be a child from a poor family.

It doesn't matter if you give him a little help within the limits of your ability.

Ronnie and the others stepped aside in amusement, while I stroked the railing on the deck and looked into the distance, assuming a pose that I thought was quite handsome.

"Brother, you can draw."

"Huh!"

The man answered, quickly took out his sketchpad, sat down on a small bench, and traced it to me, intently.

He didn't have many tools for painting, just an inferior drawing board with a stack of A4 paper on it, and a homemade charcoal brush, all of which were rather sketchy.

Neither of them spoke, but stood and waited, while I looked at the sea in the distance, thinking about the search for overseas fairy islands, and the surroundings became quiet, except for the rustle of charcoal on the paper.

"Sir, it's done!"

But ten minutes later, Zhang Musheng stood up and said happily.

I came back to my senses and took the portrait he handed me.

In the portrait, I am looking out from the railing, my eyes are deep, revealing a faint worry.

I have to say that Zhang Musheng has a certain level, although it is just a simple line outlined with charcoal, but it accurately depicts my psychological state at the moment, and even I am amazed.

"Brother, you're an artist!"

I gave Zhang Musheng a thumbs up and said with praise.

"Sir, I've only been learning painting for a year, and I still don't understand a lot of things."

Zhang Musheng said shyly.

"Brother Bai, I don't have any cash on me, you can do me a favor."

I smiled and nodded, and then said to Bai Ze next to me.

"You kid, you don't know how to bring some cash when you go out, but fortunately I was prepared in advance."

Bai Ze glanced at me, took out a handful of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them over, roughly estimating, at least a few thousand yuan.

"Sir, it only costs ten yuan, not so much!"

When Zhang Musheng saw Bai Ze giving him so much money, he was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again.

"Brother, you can accept it, even if it is our investment."

I smiled and said, "You will definitely become an excellent painter in the future, and when the time comes, I will sell this portrait and make a fortune!" ”

Seeing Bai Ze also looking at him with a smile on his face, Zhang Musheng took the money excitedly, his face full of gratitude.

"Thank you, sir, you are all good people, there will be a good reward!"

"Mu Sheng, don't give up your art, believe that the current difficulties are only temporary, and sooner or later there will be a time when the rain will shine."

I patted Zhang Musheng on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"Thank you, sir, I will definitely try!"

Zhang Musheng clenched his fists, and the flame of hope was rekindled in his eyes.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Musheng hugged the sketchpad and went to other customers to sell portraits.

We walked along the guardrail to the other side, but as soon as we took two steps, we heard a girl as crisp as a silver bell.

"Handsome guy, can you draw one for me?"

When I turned around, I saw a coolly dressed woman, smiling and groaning in front of Zhang Musheng, asking him to paint a portrait of herself.

This woman is tall and beautiful, wearing denim shorts on the lower body and a short-sleeved white shirt on the upper body, generous and capable.

Maybe it was the first time to face to face with such a beautiful girl, Zhang Musheng's face turned red as soon as he brushed it, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

"Okay, you can ......"

"Okay, you can draw now, and you will be tipped if you draw well!"

The girl smiled, ran to the guardrail, spread her arms, and raised her head, revealing her white swan neck.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the girl's hair fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of charm and delicateness.

Zhang Musheng was almost stunned, standing there stunned, not moving for a long time.

"Hey, I'm all in a pose, why don't you paint yet?"

Seeing Zhang Musheng motionless, the girl couldn't help but pout.

"Okay, here we go!"

Zhang Musheng came to his senses at this time, quickly took out the charcoal strip, and looked at the girl opposite to quickly draw it.

I also stopped, looking at the girl with interest, wanting to know what kind of evaluation she would give Zhang Musheng's paintings later.

"That's it!"

After a while, Zhang Muchang breathed a sigh of relief, put down the charcoal strip, took the painted portrait in his hand, and handed it over carefully.

The girl took the portrait, examined it carefully, and then commented.

"Yes, the form of God, both form and spirit, the portrayal of the image and the pursuit of artistic conception have reached a considerable level, I will give you ten points!"

Hearing the girl make such an evaluation of her painting in professional terms, Zhang Musheng suddenly looked happy.

"You know how to draw, too?"

"Hmph, look at what you said, I'm a top student at the Kyoto High School of Painting, why don't you understand?"

The girl gave him a blank look and snorted with a hint of arrogance.

"Oh, it turned out to be a professional, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Zhang Musheng was sincerely frightened, and hurriedly made a gesture to the girl.

"I've heard of the name of the Kyoto Academy for a long time, and it is said that many of the world's biggest names came from your academy!"

The girl smiled proudly: "I can't see it, you know a lot." ”