Qiao Qixin and Zhang Li were wandering in the market. Qiao Qixin was like a child going out for the first time. She wanted to see and touch everything.
“This pottery is so beautiful!”
“This insole is also beautiful and feels so soft!”
Qiao Qixin was chattering beside Zhang Li.
"Qixin, look in front, why are there so many people gathered around?" Zhang Li reached out and grabbed Qiao Qixin, who was about to run to another stall, "Let's go take a look."
"Okay!" Qiao Qixin responded.
The two squeezed into the crowd and found a dusty man sitting in the middle, holding a brush and writing something on the rice paper.
Qiao Qixin stepped forward and saw a portrait drawn on the paper.
Perhaps because of the lack of time, the outline is a bit sloppy and the color overlay is not done properly.
"Sir, your painting is ready."
The painter put down the brush, and a young boy next to him immediately picked up the painting, showed it to the onlookers, and then handed it to the owner who ordered the painting.
"It's a nice painting."
Appreciation came from the onlookers.
"How's it going, Qixin? The painting is pretty good!" Zhang Li hugged Qiao Qixin's arm, "It's rare for a painter to show up at the show. You're in luck this time!"
"It's okay, isn't this just sketching? I can also draw." Qiao Qixin's voice was not loud.
Zhang Li tugged Qiao Qixin's arm and said, "None of us have learned this. Don't talk nonsense."
Qiao Qixin didn't lie. Before time travel, she was a student at an art academy, majoring in oil painting.
Although I am not that good at drawing in the class, I still have a good foundation.
Qiao Qixin was just about to explain when she heard the painter next to her laugh "haha".
"Little girl, why don't you come and give it a try?"
How dare a wild girl from the countryside dare to offend him? Think of him as a vegetarian!
"No, no, no, my girl is just joking, don't be angry, don't be angry." Zhang Li explained quickly.
These days, those who are able to learn painting are from wealthy families. No matter how bad they are, they are still in business. Farmers like them can't cause trouble.
"Hmph," the artist put down his brush and said sarcastically, "the pheasant also wants to go to heaven."
Qiao Qixin:?
"I draw." Qiao Qixin stepped forward regardless of Zhang Li's pull.
When everyone saw that this was true, they couldn't help but get excited.
The painter raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Qixin, then said "hum", "Okay, I'll let you."
He stood up and made a "please" gesture to Qiao Qixin.
Qiao Qixin was not polite and sat directly on the chair.
She took a piece of paper and ran the pen over the rice paper.
Ah, the writing brush is still not very easy to use.
Qiao Qixin thought.
She was used to using pencils and brushes, but suddenly drawing with a brush was still a bit unfamiliar.
But it's not a big deal, after all, she, Qiao Qixin, has also been writing calligraphy for five years!
Qiao Qixin turned her wrist, and the aura surrounding her body changed at this moment.
Everyone gradually stopped making noise and watched Qiao Qixin painting quietly.
Time passed and Qiao Qixin also completed the last stroke.
She put the brush aside, tilted her head and looked at the painter beside her, raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to take a look?"
The painter kept looking straight ahead while Qiao Qixin was painting, not even seeing the process on the rice paper.
"Hmph." The painter snorted disdainfully.
Just a Nomura woman, what can she draw...
The painter looked at the paintings on the table and was stunned.
What Qiao Qixin painted was none other than the artist himself.
Simple outlines, thick and thin lines, and the most important thing is the look...
It almost replicates the disdainful expression of the artist himself!
When everyone saw the painter stopped where he was without saying anything, they couldn't hold back their curiosity and came forward to take a look.
"It looks like hey."
I don’t know who spoke first, but it attracted a chorus of approval.
What's more, some directly express the connotation.
"Isn't that right? This little look in his eyes is the same as that of Master Li."
"Hahahahaha——"
Painter Li's face turned green and red, and he immediately collected his things and left.
"Painter Li, Painter Li, this painting..." The employer who bought the painting earlier stepped forward to stop Painter Li.
"What do you want to do?" Painter Li covered his wallet warily, "One painting costs 600 yuan, no bargaining!"
"No, Painter Li, you misunderstood..."
"No refund, no exchange!" Painter Li pushed the employer away and left with the boy.
The employer shook his head, could only admit that he was unlucky, and walked away with the damaged portrait.
When everyone saw the painter leaving, they all dispersed and went shopping on their own.
Qiao Qixin shrugged, then balled up the portrait on the table and threw it into the trash can.
"Sister, you can actually draw! It's so amazing!" Zhang Li touched Qiao Qixin's shoulders with excitement on her face.
Qiao Qixin scratched her head in embarrassment, "I have learned a little before."
"You don't look like you have only studied a little! I think those who have studied for several years can't draw as well as you!" Zhang Li praised Qiao Qixin's cheeks with blushing.
"By the way, sister, do you know how many paintings a painter can sell in a day setting up a stall here?" Qiao Qixin asked.
Zhang Li thought for a while, "About one or two?"
"So few?" Qiao Qi was a little surprised.
"Hey, there aren't many rich people here, we're just here to watch the fun." This chapter has been completed!