"Really?"
He told his conscience, but Shen Tang didn't believe it.
Faced with Shen Xiaolangjun's doubts, Qishan, who was originally expressionless, laughed directly. He pointed at the paintings held in Shen Tang's hands and said with a strange tone: "Shen Xiaolangjun thought they could be painted in two or three strokes."
?The drawing paper lays out another rather difficult endgame..."
The implication is that Shen Tang thinks too highly of him.
How could he have the time to stay up late and catch up on drawings, and not forget to spare a lot of time to crack the puzzle hidden on the drawing paper?
Shen Tang touched his nose and looked away with a guilty conscience - she couldn't be blamed for being suspicious, but it could only be blamed on Qi Shan having too many "criminal records", which caused her to have some "psychological shadow" - she abruptly changed the topic:
"Yuanliang, should I take my paintings to the bookshop now?"
"Go ahead, go ahead." Qi Shan waved to her, keeping out of sight. When Shen Tang turned around, he stopped her again and warned, "Go and hand over the painting, and be careful on the way back. We still don't know who is behind the scenes and what's going on around us.
If you have anything to do with the governor of Baojun, you need to be cautious."
It's best if you don't have a relationship, but you have to be careful if you have a relationship.
The water in Xiaocheng is so deep that if you are not careful, you may step on the water and drown.
"I know, I know."
Shen Tang was amnesty, stepping on the wind, and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye. Qishan couldn't lower his eyes and raised them again, and all he could see was the hem of her robe that had disappeared. He could only shake his head with a wry smile, and turned back.
Instead of catching up on sleep, he sat back in front of his book.
A piece of clean paper is spread out in front of the bookcase.
He suppressed the remaining relaxation, concentrated solemnly, raised his hands to gather his literary energy, and in the blink of an eye, his mind entered the endgame.
In the mysterious realm where yin and yang intersect, the battlefield is still fighting below, the cities are hurting each other, and the black and white armies are in a stalemate. If you carefully observe the battle situation, it is currently the white army that has the upper hand. As soon as Qi Shan appears, the figure on the opposite side raises his head and fights
He looked at each other.
With a posture of praying for good deeds, he calmly raised his hem slightly and sat down.
He said in a low voice: "No one will disturb you, you and I will continue."
No one responded, only the man waved his fan, and the advantage that the White Army had finally regained was completely eliminated.
Qishan was not in a hurry, and calmly spoke a word. The white pieces gathered under the sky, and the white army on the chessboard followed the instructions. When the black and white armies were killing each other, Shen Tang rode his motorcycle to find the Zhengguang Bookshop yesterday.
He shouted from afar.
"Shopkeeper, I'm here to deliver an errand."
She jumped off the back of the motorcycle and threw out the reins. Her motorcycle raised its neck and opened its mouth in tacit understanding, holding the rope accurately, and then leaned down to rest in the open space in front of the bookstore. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter at this time, with one hand in his hand.
He rested his forehead and squinted his eyes.
Suddenly hearing Shen Tang shouting, his sleepiness flew away.
"Who, who?" The shopkeeper was startled, saw the appearance of the person clearly, and said in surprise, "Young lady, did you finish the work so quickly?"
Shen Tang felt a little guilty, and Han Hu responded: "Yeah..."
"Let me see how the painting goes."
The shopkeeper didn't believe it.
How detailed a painting can you create in just one night?
He had some understanding of the temper of the waiter at Yuehua Tower, and knew that he was picky and could not tolerate crudely made paintings.
When he slowly unfolded the painting, the figure in the painting grabbed all his attention at just one glance. For a moment, he could no longer move his eyes away, and even his breathing slowed down unconsciously. On the painting was a handsome boy with a childish look, and he hid alone.
In the flowers, the painter did not focus on the young man's face, but used almost all the essence on the full and just right red lips, which makes people want to lean in and get closer.
The shopkeeper suddenly woke up and his face was slightly red.
He coughed in embarrassment and said, "Young lady is very good at painting!"
He has been in this business for so many years, and he has also received many high-priced orders for Goulanwashe. The painters he has taken on range from 100 to 50 painters, and many of them are classic works that are talked about - some are reserved and some are passionate and unrestrained.
.Either extremely fragrant [colorful], or extremely gorgeous [vulgar], the painter can't wait to use all eighteen painting techniques to make the flowers colorful and charming.
They asked themselves, there was nothing that could really make him lose his composure, and they didn't expect that he would encounter it today.
He almost couldn't wait to open the second one. This painting also had the same style. It seemed reserved and restrained, but if you think about it carefully, you will find the desire under the calm surface, as if there was a charming but not vulgar fairy hiding in the painting.
It can attract people's three souls and seven souls.
The third picture is of two people.
One of them is still the same young man, and the other one is faceless, but has a tall and strong figure. He is whispering ambiguously into the young man's ear, almost holding the young man's full earlobe in his mouth.
The fourth picture also shows two people, but they are a man and a woman. The woman's face is also unclear, her back is slender and well-proportioned. The young man is smiling and getting close to her. The ambiguous atmosphere almost breaks the paper and rushes towards her face.
The shopkeeper's Adam's apple rolled several times and he secretly wiped his sweat.
He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Shen Tang, so he had to pretend to be thirsty and drink tea, relying on the cold tea to suppress the irritation.
What a hell.
I thought he was engaged in this industry, and I hadn't seen the storybook or the secret play picture. I thought I was invulnerable, but I didn't expect that a few portraits that were completed overnight made an exception. The shop owner hung it on his forehead.
He was sweating more and more, and his face was red.
After he finished appreciating all the paintings, he let out a sigh of relief and was completely convinced - this is definitely a master of secret painting!
The shopkeeper blurted out.
"Have you ever considered publishing a collection of paintings, little lady?"
Business is absolutely booming, and the album is selling out in minutes!
He believed that once the paintings in his hands were published, the top names in Goulanwashe would probably go to great lengths to make an appointment, and there was no shortage of money!
Shen Tang shook his head: "It's just this once."
Yuan Liang, a young and energetic young man, would easily become weak if he painted this kind of painting all day long. He doesn't look very healthy either, so he might as well save some time.
The shopkeeper was a little disappointed when he heard this and wanted to persuade him again.
Shen Tang interrupted him: "Actually, this is not a painting by me. I went back last night and painted half of it, but my brother at home discovered it. He was furious and helped to write it. My brother is pedantic and would not agree to make a career out of this. These paintings, the shopkeeper
satisfied?"
"Didn't you draw it?"
Shen Tang nodded calmly: "Well, does this have any impact?"
The shopkeeper thought for a while: "It doesn't matter, it's good if we can do business."
It’s not like you have to name a specific artist to draw a picture. As long as the work is satisfactory, it doesn’t matter who painted it.
It's just a pity that the album of paintings cannot be published.
The shopkeeper carefully collected the paintings and smiled in a good mood: "To be honest, I have read countless pictures in my life, and these are the most stunning ones. Even I am like this. I think the waiter will be satisfied with these.
Paintings can definitely help raise his net worth!"
"When will the shopkeeper hand over the painting?"
Shopkeeper: "What's wrong?"
Shen Tang smiled shyly: "That bastard was born well and will never be forgotten. I think..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head shyly.
The shopkeeper understood, and calmly advised: "Little lady, this... the people in this Goulanwashe, no matter how good they are, they must not be emotional... After all, they are all..."
He swallowed back the rest of his words.
That’s all for being a good family man.
But a coward who welcomes and delivers...
But this little lady won’t listen, she’s very shameless!
This chapter has been completed!