"Dressing in such dark colors, does he always wear black?"
"The shirt collar has a little trick..."
"I thought you were going to paint Doraemon, but it turns out this represents hands in pockets..."
"Wait... even though it doesn't resemble it at all, I still feel..."
"Never mind, as long as you're happy."
A moment later.
A figure with a grin reaching the heavens and legs nearly longer than the body, hands pocketed, leapt forth from the paper.
Clearly, the painting was a bit too abstract.
But luckily, Li Qingming was never one for realism.
"If you are convinced that art is subjective, then all that matters is whether the creator enjoys it, as for the objective aspect..." he said, grinning widely like the figure in the painting, "that's just right."
"Haha!" Du Yimei couldn't help but laugh at Li Qingming's expression, "You don't have to try so hard, Mr. Li... I'm really enjoying painting... I've never been this happy before!"
