Deeply captivated, deeply captivated indeed, Lin Wanrong wished he could embrace Miss Dong Qiaocui and give her a kiss. This young lady is truly a treasure. Choosing this father-daughter pair, my discernment is truly extraordinary.
Although unclear about Lin Wanrong's thoughts, seeing his excited expression, the Dong family father and daughter knew he must be extremely satisfied.
Observing the joy on Dong Qiaocui's face, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said, "Miss Qiaocui, aren't you very familiar with Miss Xiao? Since we are portraying her like this, why are you still assisting in this injustice?"
Dong Qiaocui also knew that the content in these sections was mostly hearsay and random fabrication by her father, lacking any real authenticity.
She smiled and replied, "Master, as you have said, we are in the business world, emphasizing profit. The content recorded in this booklet is just some gossip heard in the streets, but we have organized and added slightly exaggerated titles to it. It neither harms anyone nor fails to benefit us. Besides, I am not close to Miss Xiao; we haven't even met."
Wonderful, Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart. I am creating a three-section newspaper, and what more authenticity is needed? However, Dong Qiaocui's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Could it be that Miss Xiao is making clothes, yet she won't let a tailor take her measurements?
Dong Qiaocui saw through Lin Wanrong's doubt and smiled, "Miss Xiao is extremely busy. Every time, I use one of her old clothes as a sample to make comparisons."
To make clothes with an old garment as a sample and still satisfy Miss Xiao, Dong Qiaocui is indeed a skilled girl.
After so much conversation, the birth of this three-section newspaper is still missing one crucial thing.
Looking at the blank spaces that Lin Wanrong designated to be left, Dong Qiaocui couldn't help but ask, "Master, what purpose do these remaining places serve?"
Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously and didn't answer her question. Instead, he instructed her, "Qiaocui, do you have charcoal?"
Dong Qiaocui obediently replied, then went to the kitchen and brought back a burnt stick of wood. In this era, naturally, no one knew what a pencil was, not even graphite. Lin Wanrong, who didn't know how to use a brush, could only use charcoal as a substitute.
Lin Wanrong hadn't drawn for four or five years. He began practicing on the ground with sparse strokes.
Watching Lin Wanrong draw, Dong Qiaocui suddenly exclaimed, "Master, this drawing is amazing! What is this strange thing called, and what is its name?"
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I need a tool called a pencil for drawing. Since there is none here, I can only use charcoal to imitate its shape. Later, when I finish drawing, you must help me keep it. I might need it again someday."
With this "pencil" in hand, Lin Wanrong felt like he had returned to the scene of drawing for his girlfriend by the shore of the unnamed lake. His strokes were skillful, and in no time, a more delicate and natural image of a beautiful woman emerged on the paper. Thanks to his skilled hand and entering into the right state of mind, this drawing was elevated by more than just a couple of levels compared to the previous one.
In the drawing, the woman's dress floated gracefully, resembling a fairy walking on water. Her face was beautiful, with a hint of a smile. The luxurious aura was overwhelming, as if the lifelike figure was standing right in front of the viewer. However, there was a faint trace of worry between her eyebrows, added by Lin Wanrong based on the recent situation of the Xiao family, aiming for a more realistic touch.
"Could this be the real Miss Xiao? She looks so beautiful," Dong Qiaocui couldn't help but sigh softly beside Lin Wanrong, "It would be wonderful if I had such a painting."
Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Alright, no problem. Someday, I will personally sketch one for you."