Lin Can took out his paintbrush from his arms, he touched it twice, and found that the ink sac didn't know that it was lost when it was on it, but he was not short of ink now, he stretched out his left hand, dipped the tip of the pen in the palm of his hand, and drew on the ground with blood.

Song Liuguang turned her head, she had seen people selling paintings on the street, in the famine years, the government was chaotic, the people were not happy, calligraphy and painting Hanlin came out to sell words, if you offended any big officials, you have to come out to set up a stall.

But I have seen so many danqing, landscapes, and landscapes, but none of them are like Lin Can.

He doesn't seem to have any painting methods and painting skills, a bald brush in his hand is like a flexible dragon, he can draw lifelike flowers and birds in two or three strokes, he dipped his own blood, two strokes to draw a group of butterflies, the stroke of the pen, those blood-colored butterflies are drilled out of the ground, and the colorful wings are spread out, Song Liuguang raised his face, and his eyes widened incredibly.

A few royal blue butterflies, thinking that it was her companion on her head, flew around her head.

Li Yuanniang's gaze also focused, she stretched out her finger, and a pale yellow butterfly gently stopped at her fingertips.

Song Liuguang swallowed her saliva suddenly, and she looked at Lin Can expectantly: "Xian'er, can you draw me a plate of elbows?"

Lin Canzheng was painting energetically, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, he raised his eyes, and looked sad and indignant: "Look at my dress, if I can really draw it, what is it, can I always wear it in this rag?"

After saying that, the butterfly on Li Yuanniang's finger slowly faded its color, and finally disappeared.

Song Liuguang looked disappointed, she pouted: "No, big brother, you are just setting off fireworks, just be beautiful for a while." ”

Lin Can glared at her: "What do you know? What I drew will also be real for a while." ”

"What about the elbow?"

"It's going to go away in your stomach. ”

"Ahhh

Lin Can lowered his head: "It's still useful...... If I draw a vicious dog that comes out and bites you, the vicious dog is gone, and your wounds will be there. ”

Song Liuguang thought about it: "Then it's so convenient for you, if someone bullies you, you draw tigers and wolves to bite them." ”

Lin Can was silent, still bowing his head to draw birds and flowers.

Li Yuanniang's spirit suddenly improved, leaning over to look, Lin Can was a little embarrassed, but he felt very happy: "Yuanniang, look, I often painted you kingfishers when I was a child." ”

Li Yuanniang pursed her lips and laughed, Lin Can couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her smile, and then she also stretched her brows and laughed together.

"Lin Can, how long can your paintings last?"

Lin Can thought for a while: "If you concentrate on painting carefully, the more delicate the painting, the longer it will last, and it can last for up to an hour." ”

Song Liuguang thought for a while, she stood up and said to Lin Can: "Let's wait for another quarter of an hour, and when all the people outside are dead, we will rush out, but it won't work with bare hands, you draw two knives out, take it for self-defense, Linjiang Pavilion is in front of you, let's rush over." ”

When Lin Can heard that he was going to rush out, he hesitated again, "Why don't we wait?"

Song Liuguang shook his head: "Time is running out, let's settle down earlier and feel at ease, besides, I still want to see your painting." ”

There was a bright light in her eyes: "If there is an entry, there will be an exit, and if I can come in, I will definitely be able to get out." ”