"You said there was still half an hour, so why don't you paint?" Leng Miqian didn't even raise his head, and quickly set up the things he had bought on the table.

Qu Ran seemed to have expected this, and he didn't speak, but quietly moved his seat to the side, vacating a large vacant seat for Leng Miqian, and his face was full of curiosity looking forward to the next show.

"Half an hour, did you really draw it?" Chiaki was shocked.

"Or else? Did I buy these things for fun? Glancing at Qian Zhao obliquely, Leng Miqian looked at the people who couldn't help but look at him, and his heart couldn't help but move, and he hurriedly leaned over to Qian Zhao and whispered a few words.

I saw that Qian Zhao first looked at Leng Mi with a look of surprise on his face, and then looked at the guests who were all over the building, and after a moment of shock on his face, he suddenly laughed out loud and walked downstairs.

Seeing this, Yao Lao's face was strange, he glanced at his own girl, and then at the young man downstairs, and couldn't hold back his curiosity and walked downstairs. It's just that the glance he glanced at Qu Ran downstairs was a little complicated.

After a while, Leng Miqian was left alone by Qu Ran's side quietly.

Leng Miqian was not polite, while burying his head in painting, he called Qu Ran on the side, either letting him cut out bamboo sticks of different thicknesses, or letting him grind ink and fiddle with unknown medicinal powder.

Qu Ran did not refuse, his subordinates were gentle and orderly, and let a pair of clean and slender hands be stained with pitch-black ink, and there was still no trace of disgust on that soft and jade face, but the eyes that looked at Leng Miqian's drawing paper from time to time were full of energy.

I have to say that the way the girl in front of him paints is the weirdest he has ever seen in his life.

Ordinary people start painting with a brush dipped in black ink, but the person in front of them is obviously different. First, he dipped his ground graphite dry powder with a slender bamboo stick, which was different from the ordinary wet ink, but the novelty made his eyes shine, the outline of the pen and the smooth and clean lines, and after a while, the shape of a woman was outlined.

Qu Ran couldn't help but be surprised, raised his eyes and looked at Leng Miqian beside him seriously, and the curiosity in his eyes was a little more surprised.

The painting skills of the people in front of him are definitely not ordinary!

Even if he prides himself on his excellent painting skills, I am afraid that just compared to the outline just now, he will lose that smooth and dripping!

"Little girl, little girl, where is your silver?" A black shadow flew up from downstairs, looking very hurried, and his voice was full of excitement.

"What?" Leng Mi didn't raise his head shallowly.

"That bastard boy is so disgusting, he actually opened a gambling game downstairs and let everyone bet on whether you can finish the painting on time! Damn, they actually opened you to lose, it only took a while, the handicap reached 1 to 5, I can't stand it, old man, you hurry up and give me silver, I have to break this game!! ”

"Aren't you afraid that I will lose?"

"How could my little girl lose?" Yao Lao Hui is so bold that even the ten-day journey can be completed in two hours, this painting is a P!

Leng Miqian smiled when he heard this, touched the money bag on his body, and then ripped it off and threw it to Yao Lao, "Don't be in a hurry to bet first, the handicap will have to rise in a while." ”

Yao Lao was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask much, so he turned around and prepared to run downstairs.

"Seniors and so on." Qu Ran's voice sounded suddenly.

Yao Lao froze and looked back.

I saw Qu Ran put down the things he was helping with, took out the money bag from his waist and put it in his hand and handed it to Tianyin, "Please also ask the seniors to bet for me." ”

Leng Mi raised his eyes slightly, with a smile on his face, "What, you want me to win?" ”

"Why not?" Qu Ran looked sideways, and his face was as warm as jade.

"Aren't you afraid I'll lose?"

"You can't lose." There was no rhetorical question or hesitation between Qu Ran's words, and the affirmation between his eyebrows and eyes made Leng Mi's shallow eyes light up.

"Okay," said the cold Nunu, "...... Then I can barely make you a fortune. ”

Qu Ran was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes overflowed with a smile, "Then thank the girl for her generosity." ”

Seeing that the little girl responded, Tianyin was not polite, took Qu Ran's money bag and turned around and went downstairs, but when the two of them couldn't see it, Tianyin sniffed the money bag in his hand, and a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"You're welcome, just call me Xiaoqian," Leng Miqian's mouth raised, and then he took out a small brick like lime from the cloth bag and threw it to Qu Ran, "Well, smash these into powder for me, the finer the better." ”

Anyway, this labor force doesn't have to be used in vain, not to mention that she will let him earn a lot of money later, it's unreasonable not to use it!

Qu Ran had a smile in his eyes, nodded and sat aside and got busy again.

Time passed little by little, and by the time Qu Ran smashed all the small bricks in his hand into powder, Leng Miqian had already finished the painting.

"Is that so?" Qu Ran pointed to the powder in the cloth bag, and asked Leng Miqian for some unknown reasons.

Leng Miqian nodded, looked at the powder in the cloth bag, and then looked at the powder on Qu Ran's hands, and suddenly frowned, "Don't stain anything with your hands from now on, after I take care of the painting, I will take you to clean up the powder on your hands, you know?" ”

Hearing this, Qu Ran looked at the powder on his hands, nodded seriously, and then fell his gaze on the drawing paper in front of Leng Miqian. I saw a slender woman's figure leaping onto the paper, but her appearance was not very clear.

Qu Ran's eyes widened a little suddenly, hey, is it a half-finished product?

Turning his head to look at the sky outside the window, Qu Ran's face finally changed color, and he couldn't help but remind Leng Miqian softly, "Xiaoqian, the time is almost up." ”

"Hmm." Leng Miqian nodded, and hurriedly dipped the freshly ground powder with the sharpened bamboo skewer and drew it again, but what was surprising was that the powder stained with the bamboo skewer was painted on the white paper without any color at all, but even so, Leng Miqian still drew very seriously.

Qu Ran looked at it seriously, although his face was full of doubts, but he was very quiet and no longer disturbed Leng Miqian, who was busy painting in front of him.

But the people on the other side are different, since Leng Miqian began to paint, they have been stretching out their heads and looking at it from time to time, they are not optimistic that Leng Miqian can complete the painting in time, and now they suddenly see Leng Miqian using thin bamboo dipped in unknown powder to paint useless and waste time, they can't sit still.

At the beginning, there were still a few people running downstairs to bet on the opportunity to win, but now watching the time pass little by little, the people queuing up at the registration point downstairs are slowly becoming scarce, and the people sitting on the second floor began to slowly can't sit still, and began to rush downstairs in groups to bet on taking advantage of the last time.

Qu Ran, who was sitting next to Leng Miqian, seemed to be unaware of anything, still sitting quietly on the side and watching Leng Miqian dip in unknown powder and paint paintings that he couldn't see at all, except for occasionally raising his eyes to look at the sky outside the window, the breath of his body was still indifferent and soft.

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