Father Tang and Father Lin left happily after finishing their sketch.
With nothing to do, Tang Qing started to feel bored. Lin Jiaxue was next door, and his bedroom door was open. He could hear Lin Jiaxue's voice from time to time. For some reason, he couldn't concentrate on anything. He couldn't focus on his book or his drawing.
So, Tang Qing began to slowly outline the composition and details of his next piece in his mind. The painting he had given Qin Yugang earlier was simple, only outlining some firearms and the eyes of some characters. It was missing a lot of elements, such as the background, environment, character expression, and even the clothes and actions of the characters. This time, he wanted his masterwork to be a complete "battlefield survival".
Sitting at his desk, Tang Qing rested his chin on his left hand, lightly biting the nail on his right thumb. He slightly squinted his eyes, allowing his imagination to expand boundlessly.
