It was my heart and my heart was so great that Lin Wanrong couldn't wait to hold Dong Qiaoqiao and kiss him. This girl is really a treasure. I chose this father and daughter. Lao Tzu's vision is really top.
Although he did not understand what Lin Wanrong was thinking, looking at his excited eyes, the two fathers and fathers of Dong also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.
See Dong Qiaoqiao's face full of joy, Lin Wanrong suddenly laughed: "Qiaoqiao Young lady, aren't you familiar with Xiao Da Young lady? See how we arrange her, how can you help you? "
Dong Qiaoqiao also knows that the contents of these sections are their own old ways of hearsay and ingenious creation, and they can't even tell what the real name is.
She smiled and said: "You said the son, we are doing business, and we pay attention to benefits. The things recorded in this booklet are also some trivial things on the street, but we have just finished the work and added a slightly exaggerated topic, not only harming people but also benefiting ourselves. In addition, Xiao Da Young lady and I are not familiar with, and have not even seen in one side. "
It was wonderful. Lin Wanrong sighed in my heart. What I did was originally a tabloid for the third edition. However, if Dong Qiaoqiao's words let Lin Wanrong feel strange, wouldn't Xiao Da Young lady be able to make clothes and not let the tailors measure the size?
Dong Qiaoqiao looked through Lin Wanrong's question and smiled and said: "Xiao Da Young lady is extremely busy. Every time I take a sample of the old clothes of Xiao Da Young lady."
Take an old clothes as a sample, and the clothes made can satisfy Xiaoda Young lady. This Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a dexterous girl.
Having said so many things, the publication of these three tabloids is not as important as anything else.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space that was specified by Lin Wanrong. The puzzled road was: "What is the use of the remaining places?"
Lin Wanrong mysteriously smiled and did not answer her words. Instead she told her: "Qiaoqiao, is there carbon black?"
Dong Qiaoqiao responded with a cry and went to the kitchen to find a burned wooden stick for Lin Wanrong. In this era, no one naturally knows what a pencil is. Even graphite does not know it. Lin Wanrong will not use a brush, only carbon black.
Lin Wanrong had not painted for four or five years. He was very handy, and he practiced sparsely on the ground.
Dong Qiaoqiao See Lin Wanrong Under the circumstance, the face of a pretty woman appears on the ground. The woman looks like she is alive. She looks beautiful, looks and looks decent.
Both the father and the woman have seen others paint their ink. The quick sketch like Lin Wanrong was the first time I saw it.
Lin Wanrong looked at the portrait and could not help but sigh in his heart. He hadn't painted for a few years, and his hand was very good. This level could have been more than it used to be.
The sketch was learned by Lin Wanrong when he was in middle school. Later he went to university. In order to pursue his first girlfriend, he practiced for a full four years and filled her cartons with two cartons. Unfortunately, after graduating from college, she went to the United States and the United States, Lin Wanrong also has more opportunities to pursue girls.
Lin Wanrong was obsessed with the past, until Dong Qiaoqiao even called him a few times. Lin Wanrong learned to laugh and said, "Qiaoqiao Young lady, what's up?"
Dong Qiaoqiao whispered: "What is this picture, son, is this simple? You look really nice. "
For the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao and Lin Wanrong, they were quite patient and smiled: "This sketch is a simple method of drawing in my hometown. I haven't painted it for many years, and now I'm very handy. ."
Dong Qiaoqiao shook his head and said: "No, I think that although the son's strokes are simple, they use pens as gods to get into the woods. The most wonderful thing is that only a piece of abandoned charcoal wood can be used to make such an artistic conception. His son-in-law must become the Grand Master."
Although Lin Wanrong was thick enough, she was so praised and blushed. She shook her head and smiled quickly: "Qiaoqiao Young lady, you say that again, I will be proud."
Dong Qiaoqiao smiled and smiled. His beautiful eyes smiled into a tempting crescent moon and whispered: "But I do not know where is the son's hometown?"
Lin Wanrong moaned, looked at him and gently said: "My hometown? Very far, far away. "
Dong Qiaoqiao thought that Lin Wanrong was reluctant to tell her that there was a glimmer of disappointment in her face, and she bit her lip to see Lin Wanrong's painting and no longer spoke to him.
Dong Rende, who had been staring at the portrait for a long time, suddenly whispered: "This woman is very much like Madame Xiao, but-"
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "You see again. Is this really Madame Xiao?"
Dong Rende carefully looked at it for a moment: "It looks like she is younger and more beautiful than Madame Xiao. Is it true?" – The two fathers and the other looked at each other with a look of consternation and looked at Lin Wanrong again. : "It's Young lady -"
Lin Wanrong smiled without a word, and Dong Rende hurriedly said: "Lin Gongzi, have you seen Young Lady?"
Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled. "Even you haven't seen it. How could I see it? I just happened to see Madame Xiao, this picture is according to Madame Xiao's appearance, coupled with my imagination, temporary copying out, I think there should always be a three-point imagination. "
At this time, both father and mother Dong Fan's face had no idea but to be amazed and admired. After all, the portrait of a woman in her twenties is only drawn by the appearance of a woman in her thirties. Generally speaking, a portrait artist may not have such a skill. Now, in their opinion, this Linzizi seems to be really nothing. It can't be.
Lin Wanrong looked at their demeanor and secretly laughed at him. He deliberately imagined that Xiao Yang Young's painting had a bit of imagination with Madame Xiao. At the same time, he was more youthful and beautiful. He wanted to make sure that talented scholars believed that this painting was true. It is their fantasy Xiao Young lady.
After practicing for a while with wooden sticks, I felt that Master Qiaoqiao had found a knife and Lin Wanrong carefully cut the carbon black into a pencil. Although it was full of dust, it was even more dusty. Handy.
Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity has once again come up: "A son, is this a pen? How is it so strange? What's this name? "
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "I need a pencil called something for my painting. It's just not here. I have to use carbon black to shape it instead. I'll finish it later. You'll have to help me close it. Maybe I'll use it again someday. "Dong Qiaoqiao nodded nicely.
With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seemed to be back in the scene of painting for his girlfriend on the banks of the Unnamed Lake. If there is a god in the picture, in less than a minute, an image of the beauty with a more delicate and natural look will be vividly presented on the paper. Thanks to the tool's advantage, plus the fact that it has entered the state, the painting has more than two grades.
I saw the woman's skirt fluttering in the painting. It was just like the fairy who came from the waves. Her face was beautiful, her face was slightly smiling, and her luxurious air rushed forward. It seemed as if she were standing in front of her eyes. Only the eyebrows are slightly lifted. It seems that there is some faint grief. This is what Lin Wanrong intentionally added according to the current status of Dong Family's Xiao Family. The purpose is to be more realistic.
"Is it really Xiao Young lady? She looks really good. "Dong Qiaoqiao whispered involuntarily in front of Lin Wanrong: "If I have such a painting, then how good it would be."
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Okay, no problem. I must sketch it for you personally.";